The Raventree Society, S3E2: The Cinderella: The Raventree Society, #12

By J.E. Purrazzi

Kyle Hanson is ready to fight back. For months he's been running, trying to survive attack after attack brought on by the spirit of a murderer who took his brother from him but now he's ready to end it. The problem is, he still has to figure out how.

While Kyle tries to buy time for himself and his family he joins the rest of the crew on the set of The Raventree Society and focuses on staying alive. But the battle for Kyle's life is intensifying and there is no way to keep the rest of the crew out of the crossfire. When the Raventree Society films in a ghost ship with a hunger for revenge, Kyle has no choice but to allow the rest of the crew to join his fight for better or worse.

But with the bridge ghost close behind, will it be enough?

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.E. Purrazzi
• Release date: May 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393341871

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The Raventree Society

Season Three, Episode Two:

The Cinderella

J. E. Purrazzi

This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, companies, businesses, locals or events is entirely coincidental.

© 2020 J. E. Purrazzi

All Rights Reserved.

Cover art by J. E. Purrazzi

Cover design and formatting by Poole Publishing Services LLC

Kyle had decided it was unnatural to survive on so little sleep as he drove to meet up with the Raventree cast in Maine, and had very nearly avoided multiple fiery crashes. Last night further cemented the idea in his head.

The look Jenny was giving him didn’t make him feel more natural or normal, either.

Kyle dropped his spoon into his cereal bowl. What?

Jenny quickly cleared her throat and turned back to her banana and tea. Rory just smirked around the straw to her greenish smoothie.

You look like shit.

Nothing a shower and some good old movie magic can’t fix. Kyle spun his spoon along the porcelain rim. The bed and breakfast the producers had set them up in was probably as old as the little Maine town it was situated in. Rory might have assumed he’d been up fighting ghosts all night. A place this old probably had plenty. Honestly, Kyle couldn’t say if he had been, or if it was all just exhaustion mixed with strange shadows.

How is your family? Rory’s cheeky grin only grew.

Samuel shook his head violently and then grimaced when Kyle trapped him in a glare. The new guys had learned fast. Why did Rory still have to push his buttons?

Shut up, Kyle muttered.

I should say the same for you. This is a pretty old building. Every single tenant probably got a good earful of your argument with your dad this morning.

Step-dad, Kyle muttered, though the words burned his tongue a bit.

You sounded like a grizzly bear.

Ahhhh. That wasn’t us arguing. What you heard was actually me dropping my morning shit. Samuel started to laugh before Kyle pushed himself away from the table.

He wasn’t sharing laughs with this team. He had no interest in getting to know them, or making friends.

They had somehow survived a few nights of filming with him. Great. But if things kept going the way they had been, the spirit would start stringing people up out of sheer frustration. Either that, or Kyle would snap from lack of sleep and kick someone’s teeth in.

Nope. To avoid more funerals it was better they didn’t get too comfortable. That, and Samuel, with his less-then-posh British accent and his endless attempts at getting any woman they crossed paths with into bed with him, was just plain irritating.

Frat boy.

"Ever filmed on a ship before?’ Jenny’s voice was like a little flute, piping in and out.

Not me. I think Kyle did once, Rory answered.

Great. No story time. No story time. No…

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