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Legacy series, Vol 3 Elena Dorothy Bowman
Any paranormal fan will enjoy...The talented author, Elena Dorothy Bowman, has created a world unlike any other with this tale and you will want to read the first book The House onthe Bluff also to enjoy the beginning of the experience. I'm pleased to recommend this book as something different in reading and definitely worth the time. Enjoy. I really did." —Anne K. Edwards, author of Death on Delivery and Journey into Terror.
ISBN 1-59431-504-3 Romance/ Paranormal / SciFi
Cover Art/ David P. Bowman
Also available in RTF and HTML formats.
Chapter 1
As Ethan and the others walked up from the dock they couldn’t help but notice that the wraith hovering above the Inn seemed to be agitated. They didn’t know what it was that caused the manifestation to writhe in such a way that it seemed almost as if it would swoop down and engulf them all.
They looked to see where the women were and felt they were far enough away to be safe —that is if anyone could be safe near the Inn at this point in time.
“Look at the way it’s moving. It seems as if it is extremely angry,” Lorenzo said quietly, staring at the apparition.
“I know,” Ethan said, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen it like that before.”
“Can’t say that I did either,” Henri ventured. “But something sure has that thing up there angry as hell.”
“What makes you say that?” Ethan asked.
“Well, don’t you think it’s angry?”
“Yes, but at what?”
“How should I know?” Henri asked. “I simply stated a fact.”
“The women will be coming back soon,” Lorenzo interjected.
“Maybe we ought to keep them away from here.”
“Where would you suggest we send them?” Ethan asked.
“Maybe to town?” Henri answered. His comment seemed more of a question than a statement.
Ethan looked at Henri, then to Lorenzo. “Maybe Henri’s got a point there. It might be better if we send the women off to town where they would be safe.”
“Don’t think they will go without an argument,” Lorenzo said, with a slight laugh.
“I guess you’re right…At least where Abigail is concerned,” Ethan answered.
“Not just Abigail, neither will Bernadette or Sabrina, you can bet on that,” Lorenzo said.
“Yes, I am almost certain they think they we wouldn’t be safe without them here to protect us,” Henri said, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
Ethan looked at the other two men and wondered just what they would do if push came to shove and they had to force their wives to leave them behind. And where the hell is Tony? Ethan wondered. He should be around here somewhere, but where? I haven’t seen him since I took the others to Caleb’s Cove. I know damn well he wasn’t on the Abigail, and I know for certain he was standing with the others when I left —so where did he go? And what is he up to? Questions, questions, but Ethan didn’t have any answers. When he finally stopped thinking about Tony, and looked up he was surprised to see the others staring at him.
“What?”
“That’s what we want to know? What are you thinking about, Ethan? Lorenzo asked.
“Actually, I was wondering where Tony got off to. Did anyone see him leave?
“No, not really, he was standing with the rest of us when you took the Abigail out. When we all went back toward the house I thought he was with us, but to tell you the truth, I can’t honestly say he was,” Henri answered, perplexed. “And neither can I,” Lorenzo said. “I thought he was, but like Henri, I can’t be sure if he did walk up to the Inn with us…but he must have.”
“Well, we will have to worry about Tony later, right now what should we do about the women?” Ethan asked. “Ask them?” Lorenzo said. “You can’t make them do something they don’t want to do, so ask them.”
“And if they say no, they won’t leave?” Ethan asked, looking from one to the other.
“If you can make Abigail leave, the other two will follow. So you see, Ethan, it’s all in your ball park,” Henri said. “Thanks,” Ethan said, “you guys are a big help.”
“You’re welcome!” Lorenzo said, with a smile in his voice, “Glad I could be of service. Here they come now.”
* * *
Ethan, Henri and Lorenzo watched as their wives started ambling up towards the Inn, carrying their shoes in their hands, laughing, hanging on to one another, while trying to wipe the sand off their wet feet with every step they took. Ethan really hated to approach Abigail to tell her she had to leave the “Point” with the other two women for their own safety. He shot a look at the top of the Inn. The wraith seemed to be getting more and more agitated, framed within the shadows of the late afternoon sky. And as the twilight began its odyssey across the heavens, it appeared to be far more menacing. The sudden grayness of the ocean beyond did little to help.
Any paranormal fan will enjoy...The talented author, Elena Dorothy Bowman, has created a world unlike any other with this tale and you will want to read the first book The House onthe Bluff also to enjoy the beginning of the experience. I'm pleased to recommend this book as something different in reading and definitely worth the time. Enjoy. I really did." —Anne K. Edwards, author of Death on Delivery and Journey into Terror.
ISBN 1-59431-504-3 Romance/ Paranormal / SciFi
Cover Art/ David P. Bowman
Also available in RTF and HTML formats.
Chapter 1
As Ethan and the others walked up from the dock they couldn’t help but notice that the wraith hovering above the Inn seemed to be agitated. They didn’t know what it was that caused the manifestation to writhe in such a way that it seemed almost as if it would swoop down and engulf them all.
They looked to see where the women were and felt they were far enough away to be safe —that is if anyone could be safe near the Inn at this point in time.
“Look at the way it’s moving. It seems as if it is extremely angry,” Lorenzo said quietly, staring at the apparition.
“I know,” Ethan said, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen it like that before.”
“Can’t say that I did either,” Henri ventured. “But something sure has that thing up there angry as hell.”
“What makes you say that?” Ethan asked.
“Well, don’t you think it’s angry?”
“Yes, but at what?”
“How should I know?” Henri asked. “I simply stated a fact.”
“The women will be coming back soon,” Lorenzo interjected.
“Maybe we ought to keep them away from here.”
“Where would you suggest we send them?” Ethan asked.
“Maybe to town?” Henri answered. His comment seemed more of a question than a statement.
Ethan looked at Henri, then to Lorenzo. “Maybe Henri’s got a point there. It might be better if we send the women off to town where they would be safe.”
“Don’t think they will go without an argument,” Lorenzo said, with a slight laugh.
“I guess you’re right…At least where Abigail is concerned,” Ethan answered.
“Not just Abigail, neither will Bernadette or Sabrina, you can bet on that,” Lorenzo said.
“Yes, I am almost certain they think they we wouldn’t be safe without them here to protect us,” Henri said, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
Ethan looked at the other two men and wondered just what they would do if push came to shove and they had to force their wives to leave them behind. And where the hell is Tony? Ethan wondered. He should be around here somewhere, but where? I haven’t seen him since I took the others to Caleb’s Cove. I know damn well he wasn’t on the Abigail, and I know for certain he was standing with the others when I left —so where did he go? And what is he up to? Questions, questions, but Ethan didn’t have any answers. When he finally stopped thinking about Tony, and looked up he was surprised to see the others staring at him.
“What?”
“That’s what we want to know? What are you thinking about, Ethan? Lorenzo asked.
“Actually, I was wondering where Tony got off to. Did anyone see him leave?
“No, not really, he was standing with the rest of us when you took the Abigail out. When we all went back toward the house I thought he was with us, but to tell you the truth, I can’t honestly say he was,” Henri answered, perplexed. “And neither can I,” Lorenzo said. “I thought he was, but like Henri, I can’t be sure if he did walk up to the Inn with us…but he must have.”
“Well, we will have to worry about Tony later, right now what should we do about the women?” Ethan asked. “Ask them?” Lorenzo said. “You can’t make them do something they don’t want to do, so ask them.”
“And if they say no, they won’t leave?” Ethan asked, looking from one to the other.
“If you can make Abigail leave, the other two will follow. So you see, Ethan, it’s all in your ball park,” Henri said. “Thanks,” Ethan said, “you guys are a big help.”
“You’re welcome!” Lorenzo said, with a smile in his voice, “Glad I could be of service. Here they come now.”
* * *
Ethan, Henri and Lorenzo watched as their wives started ambling up towards the Inn, carrying their shoes in their hands, laughing, hanging on to one another, while trying to wipe the sand off their wet feet with every step they took. Ethan really hated to approach Abigail to tell her she had to leave the “Point” with the other two women for their own safety. He shot a look at the top of the Inn. The wraith seemed to be getting more and more agitated, framed within the shadows of the late afternoon sky. And as the twilight began its odyssey across the heavens, it appeared to be far more menacing. The sudden grayness of the ocean beyond did little to help.
