Title: Where One Goes
Author: B N Toler
Published:March 18, 2015
I
was never one to believe in spirits—until
six
years ago, when a bone-chilling accident changed my life…forever.
My
name is Charlotte, but most people call me Char…and I have a
special gift.
I
talk to the dead.
Make
no mistake, I can’t summon them. I’m only able to see and speak
to the spirits that linger when they’re unable to crossover.
They’re somehow weighted to the world with unfinished affairs. And
for the last six years, I’ve relentlessly used my gift to help
their lost souls.
But
it’s come at a price. My life is dark. Feeling despondent, I’ve
begun to give up. And in helping the dead, I’ve realized I haven’t
allowed myself to live. With no money, no place to go, and most
importantly… no hope, I’ve decided there is only one option—to
end it all.
But
fate is a funny thing. One minute, I’m about to leap to my death,
and the next, I’m saved by Ike McDermott. The strong, striking
soldier stopped me from putting an end to my despair. He’s the kind
of man that smiles and brightens an entire room. Sweet and gentle.
He
is my savior.
And
he’s dead.
We’ve
made an agreement. He’ll help me find a place to stay and a new job
if I’ll help him with his unfinished business so that he may
crossover.
Ike’s
unfinished matter involves his twin brother, George. George has been
falling apart since Ike’s death and Ike has not been able to compel
himself to crossover in peace until he knows George will be okay.
When
I agreed to help, little did I know that I’d fall in love with the
charming folks of Bath County, and…Ike and George McDermott.
Now,
as both brothers own equal parts of my heart, I am faced with a cruel
and unfair predicament. In saving George, I must let go of Ike.
But
how does one let go of half of their heart?
Ike
and Charlotte
It’s
nine in the morning and Charlotte is still sleeping. She looks
different with dry hair in the light of day. Her dark hair is shiny
and soft, fanned out over the pillows. Her lips are now pink, not
blue as they were last night. She’s on her stomach, the blanket
just barely covering her ass. Her skin looks so smooth and creamy,
I’d give anything to touch it. I know I shouldn’t be staring at
her like this, but I can’t help it. I may be dead, but I’m still
a man—I like to look at beautiful women.
I
have to get her up. She needs to get to her truck, and we need to get
her a job immediately.
“Wake
up! Wake up! Wake up!” I yell, and clap my hands in front of her
face. She jolts up, her eyes frantic. I get a great shot of her
breasts, and dear God, they are beautiful, I mean, call me an
asshole, but I have no shame in staring at her before she jerks the
blanket up, covering herself. Man, I miss the feel of a woman. Their
softness, their warmness.
“I’m
going to kill you!” she shouts.
“Little
late for that, babe,” I reply and jerk my chin. She tosses a pillow
at me. It goes right through me and lands on the floor.
I
yawn. “Ouch.”
“Don’t
wake me up like that ever again!” she shouts. “I don’t have any
clothes on!”
“Really?
I hadn’t noticed,” I mock confusion.
“Asshole!”
“My,
my, we’re grumpy in the morning,” I chuckle as she stands,
wrapping the blanket around her. The dead can still get hard-ons. I
have to turn from her, so she doesn’t see mine as I mentally lick
her long, lean body. Damn!
She
grabs her bag and scurries into the bathroom, slamming the door
behind her. Apparently, mornings are not her forte. When she exits
the bathroom, she’s wearing worn jeans with holes all over and a
black tank top. Her dark hair is down and she’s put on a little
makeup. Although she still looks tired and frail, she looks
refreshed, and that makes me happy. I don’t know her well, but I
hope when all is said and done, I can help her find some happiness.
“How
much did you see?” she asks as she zips her backpack up.
“Not
much.” I shrug and she sighs with relief. “Just your breasts,”
I add nonchalantly, and she throws a hair brush at me, which zips
right through me and hits the wall.
“Thought
we already established that won’t work.”
“You
suck,” she huffs and flings her backpack over her shoulder.
“They
were really nice, Charlotte.” I compliment her and she blushes, but
she can’t help but smile.
“You’re
lucky my gift is limited to seeing and hearing you. If I could touch
you, you’d be talking in soprano right now.”
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Author
Bio
B N Toler lives
in Virginia. When she's not reading or writing, she's thinking about
reading or writing. Before she became a self-proclaimed writer, she
worked as a real estate agent and as an orthodontic technician. **She
will notice your teeth before your eyes or hair or anything.**
She enjoys shopping (way too much) and is on a first name basis with several employees at the local Target in her town.
She loves music,(bluegrass, country, 80's, actually she loves most music ~her favorite song is American Pie by Don McLean and she worships anything that is Elvis and Johnny Cash and Eric Church) dancing, (even though she sucks at it)reading, writing, eating (too much) sleeping late, (which she rarely gets to do) and laughing. If you can make her laugh, she will love you forever.
She enjoys shopping (way too much) and is on a first name basis with several employees at the local Target in her town.
She loves music,(bluegrass, country, 80's, actually she loves most music ~her favorite song is American Pie by Don McLean and she worships anything that is Elvis and Johnny Cash and Eric Church) dancing, (even though she sucks at it)reading, writing, eating (too much) sleeping late, (which she rarely gets to do) and laughing. If you can make her laugh, she will love you forever.
5 Stars
Charlotte's life is bleak, shes been alone for 5 years traveling the country after her parents kicked her out when they learned of her "gift". After an accident that took her brother Charlotte started to be able to talk to the dead, and it has consumed her since. Now on her last leg she's not sure what to do anymore until Ike comes to her.
He's dead, and needs her help to cross over but he realizes she needs him too. And the kind and loving people of his home town. But the person Ike needs Charlotte to help the most is his twin.
George is so lost in his grief he's turned to booze and drugs and a trashy woman he should never have let near him. He's on a downward spiral and with her help Ike can finally help him so he can be at peace and crossover.
But Charlotte has her own problems and just when her secrets are all coming out to those shes come to care for. Can they see her for who she is or will they think her as crazy as her family does?
This story is an emotional roller coaster. You see both Charlotte and Ikes POVs as they work to help George, but as they also begin to have feelings for each other. And being that one of them is dead it's a relationship that's doomed from the start. But there is that saying that the journey is more important than the destination and for them you can see how true it really is. I fell in love with the characters right from the start through their struggles and their happiness. You laugh and you cry and I loved every bit of it!
Thanks for posting! xxxx
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