10 Weeks To Launch! Plus Chapter 1

10 WEEKS TO LAUNCH! PLUS CHAPTER 1

It's finally begun. There are now ten weeks to go before my book finally hits the "shelves". (Okay, well it's a virtual bookstore, but you get the meaning. Lol.)

To recap: Dream, Recurring is a paranormal mystery set in a small seaside town. 

"Cynical by nature, a photographer discovers that she's haunted by a being after she starts having a recurring dream. Revealing a secret that only the dead know - with the entity bent on keeping it."

I will officially announce the release date soon. However, it is no more than ten weeks.

As promised I will deliver the first chapter here. Each week you will be able to read two pages of the section. I hope you enjoy.

 Chapter 1

The road was winding. The view outside of the car was turning into a spectacular vision of hills that were covered in trees, a river off to the side and mountains in the background.

Where am I? Lucy had a profound sense of being lost.

The car kept moving. It seemed to know where it was going. She just shook her head in amazement. Wow, she thought. The beauty here was like nothing she’d ever seen on the island.

The vehicle continued on its own...

Before too long, she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. Turning to look at it, her eyes widened in amazement.

It came to a stop, jolting her out of bed.

‘Oh my gosh, not again! That’s the second day in a row!’ She uttered.

To begin the day like this was not something that she would consider as normal. Was she in control of her dream? Or was the dream in control of her?

Either answer she couldn’t accept it. Then again, maybe she was creating an issue that really wasn’t there.

Time to get ready for the day. Lucy thought.

She went in the bathroom to begin her normal morning ritual.

Her bedroom was on the small size for a master but it was able to fit everything that she wanted in there. The queen size bed took up most of the room, with a dresser at the foot of the bed, against the wall and a closet off to one side.

Her clothes were all neatly picked up and put away, with the exception of her favorite baseball cap. It hung on the bedpost, waiting for her to pick it up and put it on. It had her logo that she created for her business. She wears it everywhere.

The rest of her house was the same way. It was cute and functional. Clean and well kept. It had one other bedroom but she was lucky enough that it had a master bath and a small bathroom off the Livingroom. It was just big enough for a single person or a young couple to live in modest comfort.

It was what she could afford after the divorce but coming back to her roots seemed to be the right thing to do.

She didn’t have much after all was said and done. The marriage happened when she was “young and stupid”, as she would say. Other words that would come out of her mouth, when her best friend and her would talk about it was, “never again” or “I couldn’t believe it”. The pain, even now after all this time, was still too raw.

As you looked around the Livingroom, there were some stunning photos of people and landscapes. Each one was signed at the bottom right-hand corner: “Lucy Blakely”, followed by the year it was taken.

At least her mortgage payment and living expenses were small enough for her to live in modest comfort. Mainly because the town that she lived in was away from the big cities and nothing of interest happened here. Sure it had its visitors, mostly tourists but some came here to learn about the history. Even though it’s a small town, the one thing that it had plenty of was the past.

She loves it. There’s no-where else she wants to be. Its attractions are what brings so many tourists and couples who want to get married there. It has become quite a hotspot for a young pair to marry and/or have their honeymoon.

Mark Canniff


May you have an amazing day!

Mark