Stepping Outside Oneself - A Paranormal Suspense: Astral Out Of Body Series, #1

By Lisa Shea

53 pages

 

It's 3 a.m. and the pouring rain mirrors Sarah's desolation. It's the five year anniversary of her twin sister's death. Sarah just can't face spending the day in the apartment the two had shared, so she's heading south to Rhode Island to hide out for a few days. To try not to feel so completely and utterly alone.

 

There's a flash of white ahead of her on the rain-streaked highway.

 

It can't be -

 

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Stepping Outside Oneself is the first book in my Astral Out Of Body paranormal suspense series. These short stories are about 50 pages each. All five of my paranormal suspense series books contain no violence, no swearing, and no intimacy. They are suitable for teens and up. 

 

Readers have the option to read each tale one by one or to get the complete set which contains all five tales.

 

Be the change you wish to see in the world.

 

I have a library of over 450 books running the gamut from medieval romance to cozy mystery, from mythology to fairy tale to Biblical retellings. I support battered women's shelters. Feel free to contact me with any questions!
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisa Shea
• Release date: Jun 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533727275

Lisa Shea

I love writing in a variety of genres. I currently have over 300 books published in all lengths from full 500+ page novels down to short stories. I love writing series. Some are with unconnected characters, like the 14 full-length medieval novels with a sword being passed from heroine to heroine. Some have connected characters, like the 31 mini-mysteries featuring a detective in Salem, Massachusetts. All of my books are written "clean" with no explicit intimacy, no harsh language, and no explicit violence. All are suitable for teens and up. For a full listing of my books please visit: http://www.lisashea.com/lisabase/writing/gettingyourbookpublished/lisalibrary.html

Book preview

Chapter 1

List, List, o List!

-- Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5

The rain pounded down, steady, even, and my windshield wipers made that swish-swish-swish rhythm which soothed my soul. There was hardly anybody else on the highway this stormy May night. A few cars streamed northbound on the far side of 95, heading into Boston, but southbound there weren’t any lights behind and only the faint glimmer of red ahead of me. Most people were tucked safely into bed at three am on a Tuesday.

Not me.

I turned up the radio, hoping to fight off the weariness that encompassed me. But it was more than just being tired. It was more than just the mind-numbing tedium of my job as a receptionist at the bank. Because, now that it was past midnight, today was the day. Well, it was five years past the day. But, still, it was May 18th.

It was the day Mary had died.

The tears threatened to well up again and I blinked them away. Five years and the loss of my sister still carved into me like a butcher’s knife. You’d think time would have soothed that wound. But my chest still tightened; my breath still quickened as I realized she was gone. Gone forever. Crossed into that world from which there was no return.

We had been in the womb together. Our father often showed us the ultrasound of two tiny girls clinging to each other - two against the world. When we had emerged our tiny hands immediately reached for each other. We had needed to remind each other that we were still together. Still a team. Still two.

And now I was one.

It’s why I was heading to a B&B on Greenwich Bay for the weekend, rather than staying in the apartment we’d shared since after college. There were just too many memories there. Memories of the parties we’d held. Memories of the times we’d splayed on the couch re-watching Pride & Prejudice for the hundredth time. Memories of just sitting in the streaming sunlight, petting the cat, with no need for words.