House on the Bluff [Paperback]

You don't know what's going to happen next, just that SOMETHING WILL! A mix of mystery, romance, spirit(s)! [5 stars]

The last voice heard from the house was an 18th Century ancestor's a blood-curdling screams in the dark of night, but no one ever saw or heard from that person again. What was it about the "house" that made people tremble? Why had no one ventured near it since 1789; why had no one dared? Had it not been there for centuries, standing tall ... empty ... beckoning Abigail Adams Pierce could not envision that the information she stumbled on would take her on a hair-raising journey she would never forget. A journey that once started would have no turning back, even at the risk of losing her life in the physical sense and being trapped within the spiritual realm, which had invaded the Pierce House. And nothing, in her wildest imagination, could have prepared her for the effect her discovery would have on her life from that moment on. This was her family's legacy - handed down from the 11th Century - to the descendent who dared to enter in spite of its warnings. To the day she entered her ancestral home, with its promise of terror or fulfillment, The House On The Bluff maintained its enchantment and its ageless elegance, standing as a silent sentinel waiting for the one long destined to enter who could shatter its secrets.

A deserted house in New England contains a secret reaching back to the Crusades.

Elena Bowman is an American writer of science fiction, mystery, romance and non-fiction books, and a member of the National League of American PenWomen. My credits include: By-Line Magazine, Parentguide Magazine, regional newspapers, organizational newsletters, and believe it or not I have co-written and co-produced a Musical Workshop Production. Once a Software Engineer I am now a full time author. I have written six full-length fiction novels, 3 non-fiction books, thirty-three short stories, and I am presently working on a sequel to a mystery romance novel. Two of my books have been published, and one is now an audio book. Still the mother of four, and grandmother of one, I live in Chelmsford, Massachusetts with my husband James.

Abigail stood against her red Jeep Cherokee parked at the edge of the gravel driveway of the deserted mansion. The wind blowing out of the Northeast across Adam's Point flattened her long-sleeve white blouse and new navy blue pantsuit against her body, whipping her hair around her face while she desperately tried to keep its long strands from blocking her view of the scene spread before her. Her unbuttoned jacket took on the appearance of a navy blue sail flapping in a gale behind her. The widow's walk perched high above, struck her as a crow's nest on a sailing vessel of long ago.Shading her eyes, she swept the dunes to the ocean beyond and back to the house. A flutter of a curtain from the third floor caught her attention. She looked again but saw nothing. Must be tired, she thought. I'm beginning to imagine things. She laughed.
Her laughter, echoing over the dunes, stopped short as the curtain on the second floor moved ever so slightly. When she looked again, all was still. She shook her head. Without knowing why, her heart suddenly began to race as an excitement arose within her being. Spellbound, she held tightly onto the front of her jacket and to a broken picket. As she stood transfixed with her gaze upon the house, her long dark hair blew unrestrained in the wind.