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Saturday, October 11, 2014

Eye of The Storm Cover reveal and preorder link

"An electrifying jolt pulsed through my body. I fluttered my lids and a blond me was staring back at me whispering, “It’s OK now”. For that split second, my entire memory overwhelmed my brain but then the connection was severed and all my memories receded to their hiding places."

Eye of The Storm: Eilida's Tragedy volume 1 in the Ruthless Storm Trilogy is now available for preorder at .99 after its release 10/24 the price will go up.

Eye of The Storm: Eilida's Tragedy (Ruthless Storm Book 1) 

Visit John Reinhard Dizon author of The Triad, Transplant, and Nightcrawler blog and read his editorial review.


A disturbance at her neighbor's house piques Eilida’s curiosity. What she discovers is so shocking it sends her running through the mountainous woods during a thunderstorm. She slips on the wet ground, plummets down Mount Wilde, and slams into a large boulder beside River Freedom. Eilida is transported to Lyden, where Sunshine, a receptionist at the local paper becomes engrossed in her story. The further Sunshine delves into Eilida’s life the more entangled their lives become. Paranormal events, frightening dreams, and terror filled memories draw the women together into an unthinkable web of horror. 


Sage lay in bed beside me flat on her back. Her hair sprawled behind her mingling with mine. “You remember the day we first met?” she asked. No, no I didn’t. Not paying me any mind she continued, “We were in kindergarten. You were eyeing my Sunburst bar. The little yellow cupcakes with the smiling sun mixed into the frosting and the white filling in the middle. You had a Twinkle bar with the colorful coconut topping. I loved those things! So I really wanted your Twinkle bar and you wanted my Sunburst bar but you were too shy then to ask. I marched right up to you, sat down, and asked, ‘You want to trade?’ You smiled and handed me your Sunburst in exchange for my Twinkle. Then, I introduced myself, ‘I’m Sage.’” 
She made little girl voices as she told the story and I heard myself say, ‘I’m Eilida’. She couldn’t say Eilida. The ill part threw her and she called me Lida. She has stuck with it since calling me Lida to this day. She wore a little green cotton eyelet sundress and I wore a little blue t-shirt with a bright yellow sun flower and my favorite pair of jeans. I remembered! I remembered her and a flood of memories with her washed over my brain.

Getting up she kissed my cheek and said, “I’ll see you later cheeka-babe, I gotta run but someone else will be here soon to fill my void. I think you’ll be pleased,” and off she ran blowing kisses my way as she flung her purse over her shoulder and exited the room.
I remembered the summer her parents got divorced and how she didn’t want to go home. We were eleven and she spent almost the entire summer with us. The house was huge and we would sneak downstairs at night and turn on scary movies. We huddled together and buried our faces into one another’s arms during the bloody parts. We thought we were sly and pulled the wool over my parent’s eyes but they knew all along. I can’t see my mother’s face but I can hear her voice as she walked in and overheard us creating a horror story of our own. "It’s those crazy movies you two watch at night. I wish someone would create parent filters for TV channels." My life hadn’t been mundane. Sage had filled it with adventure and fun. She was like the sister I always wanted but never had.

I could hear my parents’ voices outside my door but I couldn’t make out what they were saying…

Upstairs were two bedrooms with a Jack and Jill bath between them. Instinctively, I knew which was hers. It was very tidy. An opened laptop sat on a roll top desk. I pushed the button and it started right up. A password box popped up on the screen and intuitively I typed the words Chloe. A Dear Delilah letter filled the screen, it said…

Dear Delilah,
This is Ted again. I want to thank you for your advice. I have been in touch with my sister. In fact, I will be meeting her and her family tonight. Thank you, Ted.

A follow up to the letter I had found and copied? It was dated May eighth. Swishing the date around my head a few times an epiphany struck me. May eighth was the night she had her accident. I closed that letter and worked through all the new ones giving them each a reply. When I was finished I submitted them all. Completing the activity was second nature although I had no idea why I did it except to say I felt compelled.

As I pranced down the stairs, I caught a glance out the front window. The sky had turned black with clouds and night quickly approached. From the corner of my eye I caught movement in the house across the street. A shadow passed in front of the window and then disappeared. My heart stopped for a split second and blood drenched the walls. Not the walls of the house across the street but another, the paint underneath baby blue. I held my eyes closed and counted to five, and when I reopened them all was normal and the sky outside was turning to dusk. 

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