Dark
Reflections by Kelsey Ketch
Genre: NA Dark
Fantasy
Release Date:
April 2019
Summary:
Being possessed
by a vampire sucks!
Alana Jones’s world has been completely turned upside-down after being bitten by a vampire’s
reflection in a cursed mirror. Now she’s forced to stay in an abandoned
Victorian inn on an isolated island off the west coast of Florida, where Alana
lives a double life: one as herself and one as a vicious murderer. Over the
past year, she has spilt and drunk the blood of sixteen victims. The guilt of
their deaths slowly eating away her sanity.
Sixteen dead .
. .
However, things
become even more complicated when Alana finds Cole, a surfer she felt a
connection with the moment they met on the mainland, locked up in the island’s
shed. Knowing his death is inevitable, she attempts to distant herself from
him, continually reminding herself of the monster residing underneath her skin.
Unfortunately, it’s a small island, and the more she interacts with Cole, the
more her feelings grow for him.
Eventually, she
has to make a decision. Either accept his fate or find a way to expel the
vampire’s spirit from within herself before she murders him as well.
Excerpt -
Opening
the refrigerator in the downstairs kitchen, I pull out the grocery bags
Charissa stored for me, including the hardware items I purchased for Cole. I’m
surprised Charissa didn’t ask questions or throw them right into the ocean like
she’s apparently been doing with everyone’s cell phone, laptops, tablets, and
wallets. Guess she’s so confident she doesn’t bother to notice what I bring
home. Or doesn’t care. Unconcerned, I put the bag full of random hardware aside
on the island counter. I accidentally brush my hand up against one of the tools I
bought for Cole, which for some reason burns like dry ice. I withdraw with a
hiss, looking for any redness along the side of my palm. Fortunately, I find
nothing wrong. No blisters. No discoloration. No signs of a burn. I turn back
to the refrigerator to continue unpacking when I jump back with a scream.
Nick’s dismembered body is stuffed onto the shelves of the refrigerator.
Nick
was our fifth victim. A student of the culinary arts. He hadn’t been around
long, but as it was, he familiarized himself with the kitchen quickly. Just
after Charissa’s return trip to the mainland, I found Nick like this, with our
groceries stored on the top shelf, his head on the next, and his torso below.
His arms and legs were crammed—torn and broken—into the vegetable and fruit
storage bins. Charissa thought it had been hilarious. After all, I use the “icebox” to keep food fresh, so why couldn’t she? Except, Charissa wasn’t the one
who had to clean the refrigerator out. All existing food was thrown into the
trash. Every shelf was scrubbed within an inch of its life. The only good thing
that came out of the entire experience, for the first and last time, was that I
had the island all to myself for an entire week before Charissa collected a new
victim. One week with no one to scold or chastise me. No one to run and hide
from in fear.
Sixteen dead.
About the Author -
Kelsey Ketch is a
young-adult/new-adult author, who works as a Wildlife Biologist in the state of
North Carolina. During her free time, she can often be found working on her
latest work in progress or organizing the New Adult Scavenger Hunt, a biannual
blog hop. She also enjoys history, mythology, traveling, and reading.
For more information, please visit
her site at kelseyketch.com.
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