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My short story “Chill of the Reaper” will be in the BisMan Writers Guild’s Seasons in the Dark Anthology. This is my second short story in an Anthology, but my first with The BisMan Writers Guild. Here’s some more information.
Title: Chill of the Reaper part of the “Seasons in the Dark” Anthology
Author: Tina Holland
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2022
Publisher: BisMan Writers Guild
Daredevil Daisy Heyer is dead, stuck on earth, and avoiding a persistent reaper who’s been chasing her through the centuries. Being a ghost sucks but it’s better than hell. Daisy had been a bad girl in the Wild West and she has no guarantee which direction the reaper will take her.
Simon Travers has been a reaper for over one hundred and twenty-five years. He’s successfully brought every soul to heaven or hell, except Daisy Heyer. She was his first and the one that got away. He has time though, because once dead there is no going back.
After a spell is cast making Daisy flesh and blood, will she stay on earth or feel the Chill of the Reaper?
Daisy woke with a kink in her neck. Weird. She stretched on the sofa. Wait! She didn’t sleep or get kinks. She shot straight up. Too fast, she realized, when a pounding started in her head. She placed her left hand on her temple, willing it to stop. “Collette!”
Colette came running down the basement stairs. “Holy craft. You’re flesh and blood.”
Daisy didn’t bother to hide her sarcasm. “Really? I hadn’t noticed. What did you do?”
Colette looked at the beige carpet as if fascinated by a non-existent pattern.
Daisy tapped her boot on the carpet. “Well?”
The witch pinched her index finger and thumb together. “I may have tweaked Nana’s spell a bit.”
She threw her hands up. “A bit!?”
Colette crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “I just wanted you to find true love.”
“True love?” Daisy suddenly felt a great desire to go back to sleep.
“Yeah. I’ve given you forty-eight hours in mortal form.”
“Collette, I haven’t been mortal in a hundred and twenty-five years. What the hell am I supposed to do in two days?” She was suddenly anxious to return to her former self.
“Daisy, if you find true love, your soul won’t be bound for hell.”
“I get into heaven?” Could she after all these years?
“I’m not a hundred percent certain, but my research clearly indicated a soul could not go to hell if it felt love.”
“Anything to not go to hell.” Daisy hadn’t lived the best life. She had been an independent woman of the west and rather than earn money in easier ways, she’d taken to a life of crime. “Okay, so how do I find true love?”
“Well, first we need to change your wardrobe.”
Daisy looked down. She was wearing the clothes she’d died in, with a crimson starburst pattern on her chest and her six-shooter strapped to her hip. A change was definitely in order. “I’ve always wanted to be a blonde.”
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Tina studied Journalism at University and then went to work for a fortune 500 company working in Logistics for over 20 years. She now writes full-time and helps her husband run his Crop Dusting business in the summer months. When she’s not writing she likes to travel, read and spend time with her critters.
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Happy Thanksgiving to those of you in the United States! I’ve always liked this time of year. It’s all the good food and visiting family without the pressure of gift buying. I’m thankful for my family and friends. I hope you all have a wonderful celebration whatever it is. Be safe!
Never give up.
You can do anything.
Pain is just weakness leaving the body.
“The first draft is always sh*t.”
“Write drunk. Edit sober.”
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To give of one’s self; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived – This is to have succeeded. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
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What you do today can improve all your tomorrows.