Wednesday, November 27, 2013

5 Reviews in 1 Post by E.H. James

Book Info:
Title: Laura
Genre: Paranormal (Short Story)
Publisher: Musa Publishing
Release Date: January 13, 2012
ISBN: 978-1-61937-078-4 
Word count: 3,000

Laura – Blurb:
George had seen some pretty strange things over his lifetime, travelling those roads. But if he had thought he’d seen it all, he was sadly mistaken. For if he thought finding Laura alone, along some deserted roadside, in the middle of the night, was strange, then he had no idea that what was to follow would challenge the very boundaries of everything he’d ever known.





My Review:
I received a copy of Laura for an honest review.

Out of the entire collection of E.H. James’ books I received this was one of the only ones I enjoyed. The writing is really descriptive without being obnoxious and the story while creepy was interesting.

The story is about a man who is retiring from his job and on his way home has a strange occurrence of the ghostly kind.

Interesting story but it didn’t do anything for me.

Thank you E.H. James for the copy of your book Laura for me to read.



Laura – Excerpt:
The road was long and black before him, stretching out into the night. He hated these rural roads with no street lights, no homes, nothing but blackness pressing in around him. He strained to see the lines in the road, swallowed as they were by a heavy black haze.

But the rain had stopped now, and the wipers screeched in complaint as rubber drew across the dry windshield. He turned them off. The remaining water formed rivulets that ran together, making their way slowly up the glass.

At times like these, he wished he had gotten the radio fixed. He reached for the dial as though it would work this time, but all he got was a faint popping sound and some static. He turned it off and leaned back into his seat. “Damn.” 

His annoyance wasn’t so much at the dead radio as at himself. He should have started sooner. He'd had one—no, two—drinks for the road. Now, here he was with two more hours of driving ahead and already it was well past midnight. He couldn't refuse a free drink, though. After all, he was retiring next week, and this was the last time he’d have to make a trip like this—all the way out here, into the middle of nowhere, holding the hand of one more client.

He drew his hand across his face as if to pull the weariness from his mind. Straining against the darkness, he thought he saw something in the headlights, a movement perhaps, maybe a reflection. He slowed down, staring out into the blackness. It was then that he saw her, standing on the side of the road. She turned toward him, staring into the headlights.


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Book Info:

Title: The Visitor’s Room
Genre: Paranormal (Short Story)
Publisher: Musa Publishing
Release Date: March 23, 2012
ISBN: 978-1-61937-138-5
Word count: 3,200

The Visitor’s Room - Blurb:
If Amy thought this day on the psych ward would be just like any other, she would be wrong. 

For although everything seemed normal, well as normal as a place like that could be, there was something that was not quite right. That she couldn’t put her finger on it only made it all the more perplexing. 

Don’t go asking questions you don’t want to know the answer to, especially when you're on a psych ward, and even you begin to question your sanity.

My Review:
I received a copy of The Visitor’s Room for an honest review.

This book is a ghost story. Not sure if I’m giving anything away there but eek I am so not into these kinds of stories.

The Visitor’s Room is about a girl and her life in an insane asylum. She’s just going through her days but less and less things are making sense to her and then she finds out the truth.

*Sigh* while the writing is still amazing in this novel it’s similar to the last book in that it did nothing for me except creep me out. I don’t understand the point of ghost stories. If you like ghost stories this would be for you but not for me.




The Visitor’s Room - Excerpt:
“Today’s as good as any to get a shock treatment.”

Amy lifted her head from the pillow to see Larry standing at the foot of her bed.

She waited as he turned and shuffled out the door, then laid her head back down and closed her eyes. Sleep began to return.

And then he was back, the rhythmic swish of slippers on tile as he approached. “Today’s as good as any to get a shock treatment.”

She sighed and waited a moment. Silence. Melanie was sound asleep in the next bed, unaware of the intrusion.

“Today’s as good as any to get a shock treatment.”

“Larry!” she said, her eyes snapping open. “Shut up and get the hell out of here!”

Larry smiled half-heartedly, turned, and wandered again from the room. This time, his shadow disappeared out of the doorway completely.

That had done it. She was definitely awake now.

She looked at Melanie and frowned.

Dead to the world. Like I should be. That girl could sleep if a freight train came roaring through here. Then again, who knows what meds they have her on this week?

She climbed out of bed and pulled on her slippers — blue terry cloth, just like her bathrobe, so cheap, her toe poked through the seam.

She padded over to the window.

The sun was rising over the horizon, but the building directly across the street was still buried in darkness. She wasn’t normally awake this early — though someone did knock promptly at seven every morning to inform her breakfast was ready.

It was quiet though. Peaceful as a grave. She could get used to this.

And then she heard it: the sound of water dripping.

Stepping away from the window, she walked — as she had yesterday and the day before, and every day for the past three weeks — to the bathroom. The sound wasn’t louder there, but she couldn’t imagine where else it might be coming from. It wasn’t muffled, as it would have been inside the wall. No water came through the collapsible ceiling. It wasn’t raining. No drain pipes ran outside her window.

The sound was like Larry: it came and went and was irritating.

And now it was gone.


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Book Info:
Title: The Fifth Floor
Genre: Paranormal (Short Story)
Publisher: Musa Publishing
Release Date: August 10, 2012
ISBN: 978-1-61937-329-7
Word count: 5,350

The Fifth Floor – Blurb
Jeremy Brogan thought being a night watchman at a hospital would be easy, wandering long, dark, empty halls late at night. It might even get kind of boring after a while…except Jeremy is working at St. Michael’s, the most haunted hospital in the country.  
It’s a good thing Jeremy doesn’t believe in ghosts. Everything he sees and hears must have some kind of an explanation, right?  
That he had to patrol the fifth floor was bad enough, but never in his wildest dreams did Jeremy think he would wind up in the basement. Now all he wants is out…only the hospital and its inhabitants may have other plans.

My Review:
I received a copy of The Fifth Floor for an honest review.

It’s the night security guards first day on the job at a haunted hospital and he has no idea what he’s getting to when he starts working there and he never expects what he sees on the fifth floor.

Again same problem so freaking creepy. E.H. James seriously can write some morbid stuff and while I am not into it I can truly appreciate her amazing talent.



The Fifth Floor - Excerpt:
“Is this your first night?” the old man asked, standing up from the desk.  Where he had been sitting, his head just barely could see—or be seen—over a counter that the desk sat behind.  He walked round the counter toward Jeremy.
“Yes, it is.” Jeremy fidgeted with the buttons on his jacket. “I suppose it’s obvious. Isn’t it?” He tried to smile, pressing his lips into a grin. “Actually, I’ve never done anything like this before. I guess I’m a little nervous.”
The old man watched Jeremy for a moment, and then patted him on the shoulder. “You’ll be just fine.” The old man walked back behind the counter to retrieve his metal lunch pail from the desk.
“By the way, my name is Jeremy Brogan.” Jeremy reached over the counter offering his hand. 
“Jake.” The old man grasped hold of Jeremy’s hand and gave it a firm shake. “Jake Edwards.”
“Say, do you mind me asking how long you’ve been working here?”
“It’ll be…forty-two years next month.”
Jeremy’s brows moved up on his forehead. “Forty-two years?”
“Yep.” Jake nodded, his gaze wandering. “And not once did I miss a day of work.”
Jeremy leaned his back against the counter. “That’s incredible.”
“Yeah, I guess it is.” Jake shrugged. “Never really thought about it.” He slid his hand over the smooth worn surface of the counter, as he walked back around to the front. “I can honestly say I’m going to miss it.”
“Miss it?”
“I’m retiring next week.” He paused as though thinking on what he just said. “I’ll tell ya, I’ve been looking forward to this day my whole life. Waiting and dreaming about what I’d do when that day came. But now that it’s here…it’s going to feel strange not coming in here every night.”


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Book Info:
Title: The Red Door
Genre: Paranormal (Short Story)
Publisher: Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
Release Date: October 19, 2012
ASIN: B009SF5ITG 
Pages: 30
Word count: 7,324

The Red Door - Blurb: 
Max is your typical 16-year-old trying to navigate his way through yet another high school, in 1962. Unable to avoid the bullies that love to torment everyone in their sight, Max plays along. But when they demand he go into the abandoned Starke house at midnight, on the anniversary of the serial killer's execution, Max is not overly anxious to comply. For it is said Starke reappears at the scene of the crime, back to where he buried all those boys in his basement. Given the task of returning with a chip of blood from the basement door, Max heads into the house, determined to make fools out of every one of them. For only a fool would believe in such nonsense…right?  
The Red Door - Excerpt:
1962
California 

My Review:
I received a copy of The Red Door for an honest review.

This book made me disgusted and sad. Bullies suck and while they got punished nobody including the main character deserved what happened to them. I wanted to cry and slap all the children in this story.

Again E.H. James great job with the morbid but this just made me sad.


Excerpt:
“Did I say you could walk here?”
Max stopped short, as someone reached a leg out and rested their boot on the seat of the desk across the aisle, blocking the way. “Didn’t realize I had to ask permission.”
“What did you say to me?” the boy said, taking his foot from the desk and placing it in the middle of the aisle. Standing, he was mere inches from Max. 
Sighing, Max shook his head. “Look, whatever you’re going to do just do it now and get it over with, so I can get to my seat.”
The boy pulled himself up to the full six feet of his stature, where he stood eye to eye with Max. “What are you, thick or something? Do you know who you’re talking to?”
Max met the boy’s gaze, the only thing blacker than the boy’s eyes being the black hair now falling down into them. “No. But I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
The dark-haired boy smirked and swatted a blonde-haired boy, sitting on the top of a desk, with the back of his hand. The smile fell from the dark-haired boy’s face, and he pressed his fingertips upon Max’s chest. “I’ll tell you who.” 
He gave Max a shove. There was something right behind Max, and he fell, his books flying out onto the tile floor with a loud smack. 
All eyes in the classroom turned upon Max, the sounds of conversation now replaced with titters and guffaws. 
The dark-haired boy kneeled down next to him. Leaning over Max, he poked a finger into Max’s chest. “Jimmy Davidson. That’s who. And don’t you forget it.”
Once more, Max met his gaze. “No worries. I won’t.”
Jimmy chuckled to himself, and slapping Max lightly on the face he then offered him his hand.
Max eyed Jimmy’s hand. “You don’t actually expect me to take that, do you?”
“What? You don’t trust me?” Jimmy’s expression took on an exaggerated pout. “I think I’m hurt.” The surrounding four boys all laughed as they gathered around Max. “You’re going to have to start trusting me some time. It may as well be now.”
Max sat forward and collected his books. “Must it be?” Again they all laughed. 


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Book Info:
Title: Realms of Darkness: A collection of four short stories
Genre: Horror
Publisher: Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
Release Date: January 18, 2013
Pages: 33
ASIN:  B00B2BXY5E

WARNING
This collection contains gory violence.

Blurb:
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time can be murder.
The Lamp ~ Don’t play games in the dead of night where shadows dwell. 
The Late Shift ~ By the time you finish reading this, it’s already too late.
The Hitch ~ Don’t go looking for it…you might not like what you find.
The Furnace ~ Once you open that door there’s no going back.
In the Realms of Darkness…no one is safe.

My Review:
I received a copy of Realms of Darkness for an honest review.

This short series of stories are gruesome and saddening because many times what happened in this story is what happens to a lot of poor unsuspecting people out there.

Sadly all of E.H. James’ books were a dud for me but they just weren’t my thing.



Excerpt: The Lamp
“Did you bring it?” Sandra asked, from the open front door. 
“Got it right here,” Jennifer replied, holding up her backpack and giving it a pat. 
Sandra grinned and, stepping aside, she tossed her shoulder length blonde hair from her eyes with a flip of her head. 
Jennifer stepped inside and Sandra gave the front door a shove, slamming it shut. 
“Don’t slam the door!” Mr. Steven’s said from the study.
“Sorry dad.” Both teenagers giggled and ran up the stairs.
Pulling Jennifer into her room, Sandra leaned into the hallway. The hall was empty, and she closed her door quietly and locked it. “Show it to me.”
Jennifer dropped her backpack on to Sandra’s bed. She unzipped it and reached in grasping hold of what was inside. Withdrawing her hand, she revealed a board with numbers and letters. 
Sandra’s eyes grew round, and she plunked herself onto the bed. “Is that it?”
“Yep. That is it.”
Jennifer sat on the bed, placing the board between them. 
“Ouija,” Sandra said, studying its surface. “And it really works?”
“It has for me.”
“But how do you know it works? I mean, how do you know the other person isn’t pushing it?”
“Easy. Ask it questions that only you know the answer to. You know you’re not pushing it. And as I don’t know the answers, there is no way I can be pushing it.”
“And it answers?”
“It’s worked every time so far. Beats me how it knows. Heck, we have even asked it a question about someone that wasn’t even touching the board, and it answered correctly. Neither one of the people touching the planchette knew the answer, but it spelled it out.” She shrugged. “I don’t know how it does it. Only that it does.”
“Planchette?”
“Oh, this thing.” She reached back into her pack and pulled out a small, heart-shaped, wooden board. It had three short legs with felt tips. She placed it onto the middle of the board. “This is what you use to spell out the answers to your questions. Each of us puts our fingertips lightly on its edges, and when you feel it moving, you just go along with it. The pointed end points to the letter or number for your answer.”


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Author Bio:
E. H. James is an author writing novels and short stories in the science fiction, horror, thriller, paranormal and fantasy genres. Laura, The Visitor’s Room, and The Fifth Floor are the first three paranormal short stories to have been released, with The Visitor’s Room winning book of the month, for April, in the Mystery category at Long and Short Reviews. The Red Door, Realms of Darkness, a short story collection, and The Orah, a time travel short story, have been released through Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing. 

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