The Rising: The Foster House Legacy Series, #0.5

By Teresa Crumpton

The Rising: Foster House Legacy, has two prequels to Her Legacy the first book in The Foster House Legacy Series. The first prequel, Disgraced Knight, is a brand new series novella. The second prequel, Haunted Fortune, is a novella previously published in Cirque Du Delmort.

 

The Foster House was built centuries ago as a sanctuary and after some upheaval, it went dormant and has remained vacant, until now. The house and its special inhabitants have awoken and are in search of the one person that can cleanse the sanctuary. While a formal inhabitant is on the hunt to destroy another protector. 

 

Disgraced Knight

 

A mission that went foobar…

 

In the military you are trained not to ask questions, Captain Brenton Young and his best friend Colin Jinkens know to follow the rules which is how they ended up on the wrong mission out in the middle of the desert. 

 

A deal made to save a team…

 

Would you make a deal with a devil if you could bring someone you care about back to life? 

 

A demon helps with an Escape

 

To survive Brenton has to escape from a military prison and become a wanted man.

Haunted Fortune 

 

A historic town full of ghosts… 

 

Nothing ever goes right when witches come to Boston, and even for Maggie, this holds true. The Boston area is an unsettled mess when the Foster House doesn't have a family member in residence, and anyone from the thirteen families can sense the turmoil festering. 

 

A witch prepares for battle… 

 

The one shining light is she'll see her cousin while she's in town working the circus if she can keep her wards up and all the nasties out of her booth. 

 

A chance meeting with the One… 

 

A fortune seen leads to an unexpected loosening of invisible bonds and an end to protection. 

 

A house that never rests… 

 

Without the protection, no witch will be left alone, and only those who choose to stand with the One will remain unscathed. 

 

"Choose wisely, Maggie."

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Teresa Crumpton
• Release date: Oct 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223793984

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The Rising: Foster House Legacy Prequels

Teresa Crumpton

Copyright

Copyright © 2023 Teresa Carol Galinari Crumpton

Published by Teresa Crumpton

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Published: Teresa Crumpton 2023

Cover Design: K Leah

Formatting: Teresa Crumpton

Edited by: Stephanie Taylor

Dedication

To my family with love

Contents

Disgraced Knight

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

A Haunted Fortune

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Acknowledgments

Playlist

Author Bio

Also By Teresa Crumpton

Disgraced Knight

Prologue

Cincinnati, Ohio

I still remember my last meeting with Charles Sparky Huffman like it was yesterday. Talk about a stressful day. More like a day from hell, if I was being honest. There were issues on the distillery floor, in the barrel room, and in the boardroom. Everyone was pissing me off, and I still had to drive home during rush hour traffic because Sparky wouldn’t come to the office.

Sometimes he could be a real asshole.

But Sparky was in town for a change, so I went home early to meet him. Since his Helen’s passing, he rarely stayed in Cincinnati. He’d woken up next to her chilled body one morning and had tried to revive her but couldn’t. Shortly after, Sparky moved to Florida, leaving his daughter, Vivian, and his granddaughter, Alexis, here alone before all hell broke loose and Sparky sold the house they lived in. He’d become a full-time snowbird, staying in Florida except for a few times a year when he would come back here to visit. And since Vivian had moved to Texas, those visits became more and more infrequent.

I can hardly remember the last time he was actually in town.

When I finally arrived home, Sparky met me at the door, ashen-faced as if someone had died or he’d seen a ghost. Even now, I can still see his anguished expression in my mind. The only other time I remembered Sparky being so agitated was when he found Helen the morning after she suffered a stroke in her sleep.

It’s bad, isn’t it? I questioned him.

Let’s go inside. This is a conversation we need to have sitting down, he replied.

I opened the screen door, and we both entered the house. I half expected to hear Helen, either of them, call my name as my foot hit the entryway, but it didn’t happen. My sister had been gone for six years, and my wife—my Helen—was out playing bridge with friends. I sucked in a breath to fortify myself against the disappointment and pain when I didn’t hear my sister’s voice call my name. I never thought she would pass before me. While I was never much of a praying man, I prayed I never lost my Helen in the same manner in which Sparky lost my sister.

Am I going to need a drink with this conversation, Charles?

Sparky ran his hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. Probably. I’ll need one as well.

Let’s go into my study. I have some whiskey I think you’ll appreciate.

He nodded slightly in agreement, and we made our way through the living room toward the back of the house where my office was located. Once in my office, Sparky sat on the leather couch facing the fireplace while I poured our spirits.

Liquor in hand, I headed over to Sparky when he murmured, I’m dying. She needs to inherit the House.

I jostled the glasses but somehow managed to keep them upright, not losing a drop of liquid.

Did I hear him correctly?

I know I didn’t hear you right, I objected, needing him to repeat what he had said.

Sparky held his hand out for the drink, and I passed it over to him. Taking a long sip, he drank a good bit of the whiskey before repeating himself. I’m dying. I need Alexandria to take possession of the Foster House.

"Charles, you know it’s too early. She’s too