Demon Inhibitions
by Gary Starta
About
The Author:
Gary Starta is a former journalist who began writing multi-genre fiction in 2004. He likes to include science theory in his stories as well as elements of paranormal, fantasy, mystery and romance.
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Gary Starta is a former journalist who began writing multi-genre fiction in 2004. He likes to include science theory in his stories as well as elements of paranormal, fantasy, mystery and romance.
Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter
Genre:
Paranormal Romance/Science-Fiction
Release Date: March 15, 2013
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Book Description:
Most people don't travel to another universe to get a new job, house and boyfriend but psychic investigator Caitlin Diggs did. Now she's living the life of her alternate self, working for the FBI's Preternatural Division where her first case just happens to include chasing a genetically engineered man hell bent on stealing souls. Well, there had to be consequences.
Demon
Inhibitions Excerpt
When she found I had
visited Manners, Briana began scurrying about her house, scooping up
a pair of scissors and a red candle. Before I could speak further,
she came at me. I backed away from her in fright. Her placid face
revealed nothing malevolent. But the shears were headed right for me.
I tried to dive away from the contradiction. Who was the real Briana?
The sweet woman who made cookies for me--or her shears wielding
maniac counterpart now standing before me? She screamed not to worry.
I heard a snip. I felt a strange sensation. Not pain. But something
was no longer attached to me. It was a piece of my hair. She caught
the floating lock in her hands as if it were a runaway feather.
“It is very important
we get to work, Caitlin.” Too stunned to process the weird moment,
I could barely utter a groan.
Then she explained how
she must protect me. “He’ll surely make a visitation now that he
has met you.”
I tried to explain it was
a good thing. I would probably get a vision of him and then I could
determine his part in the slayings.
She interrupted. “A
visitation is what he’ll do to you. I don’t know how to break
this to you but the cat judge is an incubus. He’ll surely come to
you in your dreams. And in case he is our murderer, you’ll need a
protection spell, pronto.”
I reminded her I carried
a firearm. I had worked in the FBI.
“No earthbound weapons
can harm the judge once he joins with you. An incubus enters your
dream world.”
'How do you know this?”
My tone grew edgy. She had obviously withheld knowledge of Manners.
Maybe the two were friends or even lovers. And she just admitted an
incubus could have committed these crimes without fear of being
harmed or caught.
“I know things because
I’m a witch, Caitlin. That explanation will have to suffice for
now.”
If you’re truly a
witch, Briana, you must know he’s our best suspect.”<br<
“I do not wish to make
sentence of him, yet. He could very well be innocent, even though he
is not human. You must not be quick to judge. Don’t forget you now
have paranormal abilities. You wouldn’t want to be labeled guilty
just because of who you are.”
She had me there.
I settled in for the
spell.
“I will create a mind
shield for you, Caitlin Diggs.”
She began to chant,
inviting me to join her.
“I call upon the
helpful powers of my ancestors. Please protect and shield me from
harm. By the ancient ancestral power, blessed be!”
Briana played soft Celtic
music for me as we waited for the spell to take effect. I tried to
distract myself with the lovely dulcet tones of harps and violins. It
almost worked until my stomach rumbled--again. We never had supper.
Briana was too intent on saving my ass. For what seemed hours we held
hands waiting for the candle to burn down. I had plenty of time to
drink in the ambience of the McFadden household. Floral print
furniture and lacy doilies surrounded me. But most disturbing, a
poster of Cher is depicting the actress as a witch in the film
Witches of Eastwick, hung right before my eyes. When the
candle finally expired I yawned and thanked Briana.
“Don’t
thank me yet. The night is now upon us. We must return to your house
if we hope to engage the judge.”
“Won’t your presence
discourage Manners from coming?”
“No.” She paused to
smile. “You could have twenty police armed to the hilt and he’d
still come. Nothing from the waking world can harm him.”
muttered something
unintelligible even to me.
“I’ll be in the next
room to supervise so to speak. When he comes I’ll sense it. I will
then cast a binding spell so he can’t attack you – or worse,
drain you. Now the spell won’t last indefinitely so you won’t
want to waste time with small talk. Hopefully you’ll be able to
determine his innocence or guilt in your dream.”
had once interrogated an
evil man named Crowley in a dream state. It didn’t go so well. But
at least he didn’t threaten to harm me. Maybe he couldn’t. I
still don’t know; but I was sure of one thing if the judge
threatened me in anyway I would defend myself. I didn’t care what
Briana said about the dream and waking worlds. I went to bed packing
a handgun.
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