Sadie's Spirit, CB Samet [book club recommendations .TXT] 📗
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Four-time award winning author
“… women engagingly contend with otherwordly entities and real-world danger, while also grappling with that most mysterious phenomena: the human heart. Samet’s prose vacillates skillfully between various registers, expressing sensuality, suspense, and humor, as needed.
A collection of well-executed … tales of love and ghosts.”
Kirkus Review (on Romancing the Spirit Series, Books 1-6)
“Heartwarming stand alone novellas, each with their own supernatural twist. From Egypt to a small town, old love rekindled to new loves and loves that last the centuries. Each book perfect to cuddle up with on a chilly day and escape into romance that never dies.”
Author H.M. Gooden (on Romancing the Spirit Series, Books 1-6)
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Dear Reader
Also by CB SAMET:
Excerpt from Willow’s Windfall
Sadie’s Spirit
a Novella
Romancing the Spirit Series
CB SAMET
Text © 2018 CB Samet
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover Design by: Creative Parmita
Print ISBN: 978-1-950942-08-4
To Shea, a remarkable friend, mother, and physician
A person can only die once, and Sadie had met her quota for the day. Nevertheless, she screamed in terror when the headlights of the eighteen-wheeler blinded her. It drove straight through her without slowing.
After the truck passed, Sadie ran her palms over her body. Apparently, she could touch herself even if objects couldn’t touch her. She walked back into the woods towards her unmoving body.
She hadn’t expected her own death to happen so quickly, or when she was so young. She’d been in the prime of her life. She had certainly never believed she would stand, as a ghost, over her corpse as it lay crumpled beneath her on a moist bed of golden and auburn leaves. As she continued to stare in disbelief, she began to drift away from her body.
She floated up toward the starlit sky.
Am I heaven bound? If such a thing existed, will it be somewhere in the sky? Somewhere celestial?
Above the tree line, the setting sun shone in brilliant pinks and oranges. When she looked down at her body again, she saw her hooded attacker standing over her. She couldn’t see his face under the hoodie he wore. He appeared to be robbing her, rummaging through her over-the-shoulder sack and checking the pockets of her olive hiking pants. She felt violated, even though
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