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Title: The Shed
Author: Dianne Hartsock
Cover Artist: unknown
As a Certified Mental Health Therapist, Scott Reid has his share of interesting experiences, though nothing compares with the time he spends with the psychic, Alex Elson. Plagued by terrifying images and dreams, Alex turns to Doctor Reid in the hopes of learning to control his visions. Instead, Scott is pulled into Alex’s world, where dreams and reality mix and nightmares are real.
Two young men, brothers, have been abducted from the lake outside of Oakton without a trace of who took them. That is, until Alex receives a silver pocket watch in the mail belonging to the elder brother, a taunt from the kidnapper for Alex to come find them. Alex’s visions turn at once into nightmares. Images flash in his mind of an abandoned well and a terrified, lonely boy slowly dying at the bottom. The shed looms close by, holding a horrifying secret, a dark place Alex’s frightened mind refuses to go.
With the help of Scott Reid, Alex endeavors to control his visions and find the brutalized victims before death claims them. But the watch is ticking away and time’s running out.
Top Ten Things I Miss:
- Hello! Before I start my list I’d like to say that I feel very blessed in my life. I have a wonderful husband and my kids are healthy and happy. If there’s something in your life you’re especially happy about, I’d love to hear about it in a comment below.
When I was very young, I was close with one of my cousins, closer than sisters. As we grew older, we drifted apart and circumstances have made it difficult for us to be more than cordial with each other. I miss the friendship we had.
- Food allergies suck. I’d like to go back to the time I was able to eat anything I wanted.
- Having more free time is another thing I miss, but that’s also something I can work on.
- Drinking all the coffee I want, day or night, without any problems. Now I have my two cups in the morning and have to call it good.
- More time to read!
- When my kids were little, I loved taking them to the circus or zoo or even the nearby park for a picnic. Now that they’ve moved away from home, I miss doing that. Now I’m waiting for grandkids.
- I miss my Dad.
- We used to live in Colorado and I’d love to see the Rocky Mountains and the fabulous thunderstorms we used to get there every afternoon. Loved that!
- The house I grew up in had a swimming pool. Yeah, I could do that again.
- When I was very little we lived in an old house with a back staircase and a secret room in the downstairs closet and a basement just made to hide ghosts. All hardwood floors that creaked at night and huge windows into Mom’s garden. The perfect home for an imaginative child with magic waiting just around the corner. I’d love to find a house like that again some day.
He glanced around, self-conscious. Sure enough, it had been the banner for Art Peters’s studio that had grabbed his attention. He gazed hungrily through the front window and encountered a pair of bright blue eyes and a wide smile on Arthur’s face as he stared back. Oh God. Panic swept through him. Should he go in? Could he pretend he hadn’t seen him and walk away?
Trying for casual, Scott lifted his hand in a wave then continued down the sidewalk, hoping to escape. He wasn’t so lucky, and stiffened when he heard the door to the art gallery open and Arthur call his name. He waited, steadying his breath as footsteps came up beside him.
“Good morning,” he managed before his mouth went dry. The top of Arthur’s curly head barely reached Scott’s chin, perfect to rest his head on if they hugged. A smile tugged the corner of Scott’s mouth. The man certainly dressed well, and that red tie… He blinked away the erotic image that burst in his mind of that tie and not much else on Arthur’s compact body.
Arthur gave him a quizzical glance. “Stalking me, honey? You know, you could have come in for a closer look.”
Scott’s jaw dropped in surprise and he quickly turned his face away to hide the hurt in his eyes. “Not at all,” he answered coolly and started away, wanting to put distance between him and the man who seemed to enjoy mocking him.
About the Author:
Dianne grew up in one of the older houses in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from. Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play.
She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house while it pours rain outside, a fire crackles on the hearth inside, and a cup of hot coffee warms her hands which kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.
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