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Beneath An Irish Sky by Isabella Connor

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Beneath An Irish Sky by Isabella Connor
Publisher: Choc Lit
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Full Length (428 pgs)
Heat Level: Sensual
Rating: 5 Stars
Reviewed by Stephantois

The past is never over …
Jack Stewart thought he’d put the past behind him. On the surface, he has everything – success, money, a big house and he is never short of an attractive woman by his side, but a tragic road accident shatters his world.

Raised as an Irish Traveller, Luke Kiernan hasn’t had it easy, and when he wakes in a Dublin hospital to find the man he’s hated since childhood at his bedside, he’s hungry for revenge.

Two very different worlds collide, bringing new dangers, exposing past deceits, and unearthing dark family secrets buried long ago. But from tragedy springs the promise of a fresh start with two women who are intent on helping Jack and Luke mend their lives.

Can new love heal old wounds, or are some scars there for good?

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The author(actually there are two of them) did a wonderful job drawing me into the tale and keeping my interest throughout. A couple of times I thought I’d sit down and read for fifteen or twenty minutes and when I looked at the clock almost an hour had passed because I was anxious to know what happened next.

Every single character is well drawn and come across as real people. I especially liked Luke from the minute he was introduced. My heart ached for him at times and I was hoping they’d give him the happiest of endings for all the hardship he’d been through, not only in the story, but in his life leading up to the point where the story begins.

Dialogue was another thing I really enjoyed. It sounded like real people talking and not a word was wasted on anything that wasn’t necessary for you to know. And of course, setting won me over and I felt like I do was in Ireland…and England too.

This is Isabella Connor’s first book and I hope it won’t be the last because I eagerly await the next story.

If you’re looking for a great book to finish out your summer reading, I recommend this one to you.

Finding Giorgio by Joe Cosentino – Q&A and Giveaway

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Joe Cosentino who is joining us for an interview at his release of Finding Giorgio, Found At Last book one, published by Dreamspinner Press. Post a comment about a lost love. The one that tugs at our heart strings the most will win an e-book of any of Joe’s back titles published by
Dreamspinner Press!

Welcome, Joe. Let’s jump right in and examine your head and heart.

Please be gentle. (smile)

Always. How did you become a storyteller?

My mother says I tell tall tales—and she’s right! I’ve always had a wild imagination. My parents always feared what I’d make up and tell neighbors about them. And they still do! I appropriately majored in theatre at college. Then I went on to act opposite stars like Rosie O’Donnell (AT&T industrial), Nathan Lane (Roar of the Greasepaint musical onstage), Bruce Willis (A Midsummer Night’s Dream onstage), Charles Keating (NBC’s Another World), Jason Robards (Commercial Credit computer commercial), and Holland Taylor (ABC’s My Mother Was Never a Kid TV movie). Finally, I began writing plays and ultimately writing novels. Since I’m a cozy mystery reading fanatic, and there are so few gay cozy mystery series out there, I was happy to fill the bill—or in this new novel, the pinstriped suit.

How do you find the time to be a college professor/department head and do all this writing?

I’m a night owl, so I write late into the night.

Where do you write?

In a very cozy environment! My home study (very much like Martin Anderson’s office in my Nicky and Noah Mysteries) includes a fireplace with a cherry wood mantel and a cherry wood desk and bookcase. I also have a window seat beneath a large window/gateway to the woods.

Do you write an outline before each book?

Since this book has a cinematic energy, an outline was very useful. I generally think of a great idea for a new book at 3 a.m. If I can remember it the next day, or read my notes on my night table, I draft the outline. Since I was an actor, I also write a character biography for each character. Then I close my eyes and let the magic happen. As I see the scenes in front of me like a movie and the characters start talking to each other in my head, I hit the computer. My spouse reads my second draft. After we argue, I write my third draft. The fourth draft is after notes from my editor.

Which other MM authors do you read?

All of them!

What have you learned about reviews?

I always encourage readers to post a reader rating and review on Amazon, Goodreads, and Audible. That’s how people find out about books. It’s like applauding for an actor at the curtain call. My reviews are generally very good. I don’t read the few negative reviews. If you don’t like a book, stop reading it after chapter one and read something else, rather than posting a low rating and mean review. Remember folks, karma can be a bitch! What you put out there, you very well may get right back at you. Writers don’t do it for the money. We do it for the love of our books and our readers. We put our hearts out there to be embraced not stamped on. Think about that the next time you post a reader comment.

What advice do you have for unpublished writers?

Don’t listen to naysayers. Find the magic within yourself. Get in front of the computer and start writing your unique story. Don’t copy anyone. Write what you know and feel passionate about. Write every day. Don’t be afraid to take chances. When you have a story you think is perfect, ask someone you trust to read it. Then after doing another draft, email it to a publisher who has an open submissions policy and who publishes the kind of story you’ve written, or publish it yourself.

Is it hard to write comedy?

Not for me. I’ve always thought funny. I remember as an actor, directors telling me to stop making my scenes so funny. I didn’t realize I was doing it. I think I get this from my mother. For example, for Christmas one year my mother gave me a jacket and my sister a house. When I complained, she said, “But it’s a nice jacket.” Thanks, Mom!

Why do you write gay fiction?

Why not? LGBT people have many interesting untold stories. Go to a mall and look at the row of movie posters without any LGBT characters in them. Visit a bookstore and see cover after cover of opposite sex love stories. Take a look at so many of our political and so-called religious leaders who raise money and gain power by demonizing LGBT people and trying (and often succeeding) to take away civil rights. I mourn for the young gay kids who consider suicide. So I support organizations like GLSEN, and I write stories that include LGBT people and themes. However, just as my Jana Lane series with its gay supporting characters has huge crossover appeal for gay people, the Nicky and Noah series with its LGBT leading characters and straight supporting characters has a tremendous amount of crossover appeal for straight people. My Cozzi Cove series does as well.

You are incredibly prolific. How do you think up your stories?

My In My Heart series (An Infatuation and A Shooting Star) was loosely based on my high school and college years. The Cozzi Cove series was inspired by my childhood summers at the New Jersey shore and my love for serial drama. Some of my stories came to me while travelling. For example, the Bobby and Paolo Holiday Stories were inspired by my trip to the romantic and magical Island of Capri. The Nicky and Noah mysteries came about due to my life as a college theatre professor (and trips to Alaska, Hawaii, and Scotland), and the Jana Lane mysteries were stimulated by my years as a professional actor (and trips to California, Washington, DC, and New York City).

And your current release?

I love the Hudson Valley, New York in the fall with its stunning views of the rippling water, white church steeples, multicolored leaves, and sun-kissed mountains from the Walkway Over the Hudson. The Pocono Mountains in the Pennsylvania are also my favorites. So I decided to set a story there. I especially like that the novella includes a few older characters, a rarity in MM literature. These characters are quite fascinating.

Tell everyone the story of Finding Giorgio.

In Finding Giorgio, Theo Stratis, an unlucky in love young accountant, registers at his upstate New York LGBTQ Center to visit an elderly gay person. Theo is matched with Nolan Downes who lives in a local nursing home. The young man is charmed by the eccentric ex-pharmacist and his wisecracking caretaker Tanisha. However, Theo is shocked at Nolan’s request for him to find the love of Nolan’s youth: Giorgio Roberto. Upon questioning Nolan, Theo finds out Giorgio’s parents had separated Nolan and Giorgio at eighteen after their romantic summer at a Poconos resort. Nolan had kept Giorgio’s picture and his love for Giorgio in his heart ever since. Theo is also surprised to meet the gorgeous Jamison Radames, a medical director, who is visiting the same nursing home. Theo and Jamison embark on an exciting adventure to find Giorgio. Their search takes them to an old neighborhood, a veterans’ center, a homeless shelter, and all the way from New York to Boston. Along the way, Theo and Jamison uncover a great deal about Giorgio and about themselves. By the end of the novella, two brothers are reunited, and two couples emerge in an emotional climax that will leave you overjoyed but also tear at your heartstrings.

What’s next?

Finding Armando, Found At Last Book Two. More on that later.

How can your readers get their hands on Finding Giorgio?

The purchase links are below.

Thank you, Joe, for interviewing today.

My pleasure. I hope everyone will read Finding Giorgio. I’m sure, like me, you will fall in love with Theo, Jamison, Nolan, and Giorgio and their amazing story. And I love to hear from readers. So contact me at my website.

When young accountant Theo Stratis visits Nolan Downes, an elderly gay man in a local nursing home, he is surprised by Nolan’s request: find the lost love of his youth, Giorgio Roberto. Theo is also surprised to meet handsome and successful Jamison Radames, who is visiting the same nursing home. As Theo and Jamison embark on an investigative adventure to find Giorgio, they discover a great deal about themselves and each other. Solving the mystery of what happened to Giorgio might mean happily ever after for more than just Nolan.

Enjoy an Excerpt

I slowly walked Nolan out of the room, down the hallway, and into the lounge with large windows overlooking the Mid-Hudson Bridge surrounded by the clear azure sky. After we were settled on a sofa next to a marble fireplace, he tented his fingers. “I want to tell you about a man I once loved.”

Assuming he had forgotten, I replied, “You told me about Frank.”

“Not that man.”

That caught my attention.

“His name was Giorgio Roberto.” Nolan’s face lit up. “I knew him when we were eighteen years old.”

“And you still remember him?”

“I remember everything about Giorgio.” He grinned like a schoolboy.
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“How did you two meet?”

Nolan gazed straight ahead as if turning back the pages of time. “My father was a high school history teacher. My mother was a writer. Every summer we vacationed at a resort in the Pocono Mountains: my father, my mother, my sister, and me. We had a wonderful time back then—swimming in the lake, mountain climbing, playing volleyball and checkers, and eating the family-style meals in the dining room.” His eyes brightened and cheeks grew rosy.. “Every summer there was a dance contest. My sister and I won each year.” He winked at me. “I still have a few moves.” He extended his leg, then rested back, recovering on the sofa. “We didn’t have air-conditioning back then. So the summer of my eighteenth year, after Clancy and I took the silver cup, I headed out of the community room to the veranda while all the other boys inside asked my sister for a dance—except for one boy.”

“Giorgio?”

Nolan nodded. “I was standing outside, staring at the gray mountains and the inky lake. Then I saw him, bathed only in starlight as he sat on the balcony railing.”

“What did he look like?”

Nolan reached into his pocket and displayed an old black-and-white photograph of two attractive young men sitting on a large rock. Giorgio was average height. But that was the only average thing about him. He had wavy jet-black hair and a strong Roman nose. A white T-shirt barely contained his rippling muscles, and tight black jeans with a button-up fly housed his bulge. Black boots and a black leather jacket finished the look.

I pointed to the young man next to Giorgio in the photo. “You were quite the looker yourself, Nolan, with your handsome face and cut body.”

“I was what you now call a ginger.” He smiled. “And being with Giorgio made me feel so special. Giorgio gazed at me as if he could look straight into my heart. Though I had never seen him before, he seemed so… familiar, as if we had known each other in a parallel universe. I stared into his dark eyes, and for the first time in my life, I was safe. It was as if I had come home after a long, exhausting journey.” Nolan sat up straight with a grin on his face as if reliving it. “We stayed like that for some time, watching each other, smiling, but not saying a word. Finally, Giorgio said in a velvety voice, ‘Where’d you learn to dance like that?’ I tried to answer, but my voice broke like a choirboy’s. When I found my voice, I said, ‘My sister and I have been dancing together since we were little kids.’ Giorgio unleashed the most radiant smile I’d ever seen. ‘So, she’s your sister. That’s good,’ he said. ‘Why is that good?’ I asked. He came closer and I breathed in the scent of his mint gum. ‘That means she’s not your girlfriend,’ he said. ‘I don’t have a girlfriend,’ I replied. Then I breathed a sigh of relief when he said, ‘Looks like we have that in common.’ He asked me to dance with him, and I did. Giorgio and I stood out there for most of the night, talking about our families, friends, schools, vacations, hobbies, likes, dislikes, fears, and dreams.”

“Did you live far apart?”

Nolan shook his head. “My family was in Poughkeepsie and Giorgio’s in Hyde Park.” He recited as if it had all happened yesterday, “Giorgio’s father was a butcher. His mother a seamstress. He had two older brothers. They worked for his father. Though Giorgio had never been on a plane, he was fascinated with them, stopping dead in his tracks to watch every time one flew overhead. Giorgio told me he wanted to be a pilot. I told him I found that exciting. He replied, ‘I like that I excite you.’ When I told him I wanted to be a pharmacist, he asked me, ‘Does a pharmacist work on a farm?’” Nolan smiled nostalgically.

“Did you guys spend a lot of time together?”

He cooed. “Every waking minute of that summer. We played shuffleboard, ping pong, went fishing, and we enjoyed food marathons and walks through the woods. Our favorite activities were swimming and boating. When I saw Giorgio in his tight lemon swim trunks, I nearly fainted. He told me I looked ‘adorable’ in my navy trunks.”

Feeling like a gossip columnist, I asked, “Did anything romantic happen?”

“Not for most of the summer.” Nolan grinned. “But the last week we were there, Giorgio and I were in a sailboat far from the shore. It was a calm summer day, so the boat was barely moving. We were out on the lake for about an hour when he suddenly turned to me and said, ‘I want to see you after we leave here.’ I told him I wanted the same thing. Then to my surprise, he leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed him back. It was as if the lion’s gate had been opened. Once we started, we couldn’t stop. We held on to each other for dear life, hugging and kissing until our mouths ached. After tearing off our swimsuits, we made love, experimenting and learning as the sun’s golden rays surrounded our rocking boat. When we were through, I rested my head on his chest. As we kissed and held hands, we pledged our love to each other. When we got back to shore, we planned to meet the next morning after breakfast. Giorgio went to his family’s cabin as usual, and I did the same. That night, as every night, I hugged my pillow, pretending it was Giorgio, my first love.”

“What happened when you met at breakfast the next morning?”

“We didn’t.” Nolan’s eyes filled with moisture. “That night, our sailboat must have been closer to the shore than we had thought.”

“Somebody saw you?”

He nodded. “Giorgio’s father. He pounded on my family’s cabin door early the next morning, ranting and raving at my father that ‘my son can never see your son again.’ Back then, many Irish and Italian people feuded. Adding homosexuality to the mix, which was illegal and thought of as a mental illness, sent our two fathers over the edge.”

My heart broke for Nolan. “What did your dad do?”

A crease appeared on his forehead. “My father damned me to Hell and sent me away to a Catholic college, where I ironically had to dodge frisky priests.”

“And Giorgio?”

“On the day we left the resort, I saw him from inside our car.” A tear slid down his face. “He had a welt on his cheek and a blackened eye.”

“After that, didn’t you try to contact him?”

“I wrote to him every day from college. My letters were all returned to me unopened, I assumed by Giorgio’s father. After my first year at college, I came home for the summer. When I drove to Giorgio’s house, the woman who answered the door was Dutch. She had bought the house from a realtor, and she hadn’t heard of the Roberto family. When I went back to college for my second year, I met Frank. We kept our relationship a secret… at the college and to our families.”

“Your parents never knew about Frank?”

“They knew all right, but they called Frank my ‘roommate’ or ‘friend.’” He sighed. “My parents and I could have been such close friends; instead we were distant relations.”

“And you never saw Giorgio again?”

“Only in the midst of a crowd of people, each time realizing it was just my imagination.” He placed the picture back inside his pocket.

I heard a silky, masculine voice. “Nolan, they let you out of your room? Are the other residents safe?”

I glanced up at the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He seemed about my age, tall with a peaches-and-cream complexion and jet-black hair. There was a quiet dignity about the man, whose periwinkle sweater and dark slacks housed his muscular physique.

At the sight of him, Nolan giggled merrily. “Darn, you found me! Next time I’ll try hiding under the sofa.”

“You’re so thin, you could fit.”

The two men shared a laugh.

Nolan noticed the confused look on my face. “Theo Stratis, this is Jamison Radames.”

I rose and extended a hand.

About the Author: Joe Cosentino was voted Favorite LGBT Mystery, Humorous, and Contemporary Author of the Year by the readers of Divine Magazine for Drama Queen. He also wrote the other novels in the Nicky and Noah mystery series: Drama Muscle, Drama Cruise, Drama Luau, Drama Detective, Drama Fraternity, Drama Castle, Drama Dance, Drama Faerie, Drama Runway, Drama Christmas, Drama Faerie; the Dreamspinner Press novellas: In My Heart/An Infatuation & A Shooting Star, the Bobby and Paolo Holiday Stories: A Home for the Holidays/The Perfect Gift/The First Noel, The Naked Prince and Other Tales from Fairyland/Holiday Tales from Fairyland, Found At Last: Finding Giorgio/Finding Armando; the Cozzi Cove series (NineStar Press): Cozzi Cove: Bouncing Back, Cozzi Cove: Moving Forward, Cozzi Cove: Stepping Out, Cozzi Cove: New Beginnings, Cozzi Cove: Happy Endings; and the Jana Lane mysteries: Paper Doll, Porcelain Doll, Satin Doll, China Doll, Rag Doll (The Wild Rose Press). He has appeared in principal acting roles in film, television, and theatre, opposite stars such as Bruce Willis, Rosie O’Donnell, Nathan Lane, Holland Taylor, and Jason Robards. Joe is currently Chair of the Department/Professor at a college in upstate New York, and he is happily married. Joe was voted 2nd Place Favorite LGBT Author of the Year in Divine Magazine’s Readers’ Choice Awards, and his books have received numerous Favorite Book of the Month Awards and Rainbow Award Honorable Mentions.

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Savannah: A City with Character

Whew! That was a bit of a walk but the scenery on Bull Street makes it bearable and, believe me, Forsyth Park is worth the trek! The park is 30 acres of bliss, and one of my favorite places to hang out. The center piece of Forsyth is the fountain, added in 1858, it has two ‘twin’ siblings; one in the Place de la Concorde in Paris and the other resides in Cuzco, Peru. Every year, a couple of weeks before St. Patrick’s Day, the Hibernian Society, (Irish ancestry club), hold the Greening of the Fountains Ceremony. They play Celtic music, dress in Green velvet jackets, and take turns pouring green vegetable die into the Forsyth fountain; I know it sounds silly, but it is actually quite a sight to see!

The Park has one main avenue, lined with the most glorious Live Oaks I’ve ever seen, and a multitude of paths leading off from it. On any given day, you’ll see college kids playing Frisbee or sunning themselves, tennis and basketball games, and families with their kids at the play grounds, and even chess, played with giant pieces straight out of Alice in Wonderland!

I love hanging out in the park but yesterday was a particularly fun time. I’d went down to get pictures for the blog post, but while I was snapping shots of the fountain, I struck up a conversation with KC.

KC is an artist who makes and sells palm roses to tourists in Forysth Park and along River Street. I’ve been fascinated by these palm roses for a while so hearing about their construction was the high point of my day. The roses are made with strips from the core, or heart, of the palm. The artists have to climb the palms and remove the new growth. They can only take so much at a time and they must make the cut at an angle so they don’t kill the trees. They then wind the strips into these beautiful works of art. I actually purchased three and will be giving them away during my St. Patrick’s Day Blog Party so be sure and stop by!

Like TC of Sweet Melissa’s Pizza, I think KC is an ambassador of Savannah. He is passionate and knowledgeable about the city’s history, (he’s studying to become a registered tour guide), and he loves to interact with the people passing by. When I went to find an ATM I talked to a couple visiting from Rhode Island and during our conversation I mentioned that I had to hurry back to the park because I was buying some palm roses from a vendor and they immediately said, “Oh, you mean KC?” I had to laugh. They’d ran into him earlier and had an enjoyable discussion about the city; he’d obviously left an impression!

That is one of the things I find most compelling about Savannah; it’s people. There is a vibe in Savannah that I’ve never experienced before; and I’ve lived in quite a few cities. People aren’t just friendly; they are interested in making their community a better place to live. One of those people is my friend, Jim Reed. I want to tell you all about him, but I’m thinking a steaming cup of coffee, (or Earl Grey tea for me), would hit the spot right about now; you game? I know the perfect place; The Sentient Bean. The Bean is a regular hang out for downtown locals and Jim is definitely a regular!

The Bean is located on Park Ave. directly across from the tennis courts at Forysth Park. It was one of the first places I discovered when I moved to Savannah so it’s no surprise that it inspired the Cosmic Café in Ring of Lies. That Savannah vibe I mentioned earlier? This is where I feel it most and I think it is because of people like Jim and The Bean’s owner, Kristin.

More than just a coffee house, The Bean is dedicated to giving back to the community. They do that by serving fair trade and organic products but also by hosting and promoting indie art in various forms; which brings me back to Jim Reed. I’ve known Jim for about a year but never really got to talk to him; he plays drums in a local band that I love, The Magic Rocks, and drums are not conducive to conversation! I knew that he was involved with community events,(my husband says if you want to know what’s happening in Savannah, just ask Jim), but I didn’t know the details until I sat down, at The Bean, to ‘interview’ him.

Besides playing drums in The Magic Rocks, The Eight Tracks, and Superhorse ,(did I mention that he’s BUSY?), Jim is the founder and director of the Psychotronic Film Society of Savannah. This is one cool society and it was born from the desire of a man who was tired of missing great films!

Their stated goal is to “present unique motion pictures which most folks in the greater Savannah, GA area would likely never have the chance to see in a public setting.” And I love this, “We proudly show “really good” movies and “really bad” ones and strive to avoid mediocrity in our selection process.”

On any given night, you could see campy stuff like the ‘snake-ploitation’ film, Stanley, to thought provoking masterpieces like the holocaust documentary, A Film Unfinished. The Sentient Bean hosts the PFS of Savannah every Wednesday and The Muse Arts Warehouse has weekend showings.

The Muse also offers theater groups a place to perform; I saw a fantastic performance of Eve Ensler’s, The Good Body, this past Thursday; things like that aren’t coming to our larger theaters, and if they do, the tickets will be a great deal more. That’s the beauty of places like The Bean and The Muse and groups like PFS of Savannah; they are committed to bringing art and culture here to enrich the community and keeping it affordable. These groups, along with SUGA, Savannah Urban Garden Association, and Savannah Food Co-op are run by people that care about improving the quality of life for residents and I think it is groups and people like this that make Savannah unique.

I really hope you’ve enjoyed the whirlwind tour today. There are so many things I didn’t have time to talk about … I didn’t even mention our gorgeous beach at Tybee Island or the many historic homes and museums that encompass the Historic District, and I can’t believe I didn’t tell ya’ll about our ghosts!

Savannah is considered America’s Most Haunted City and ghost tours abound. The best, in my opinion, are run by Cobblestone Tours and if you ever visit be sure and look them up. I happen to love the ghost stories of Savannah, not so much for the paranormal aspect but because they involve our history.

To tell those stories I’ve created a fictional reporter for the Paranormal Post, Paige Stewart. Each week through April, Paige and I will be guests at a different author’s blog. Paige will have another close encounter of the supernatural kind while she conducts research for her Spectral Savannah series and I will be offering the occasional prize. It is proven to cure effectively wet dreams and premature ejaculation due to the excessive masturbation. cialis tablets 100mg You can Shilajit ES capsules, which are the best herbal supplements to enhance generic tadalafil tablets men health, from reputed online stores. I did, and he showed me the self defense technique cialis uk find over here now that he learned at the Kang Duk Won. There is no required to let Erectile Dysfunction tadalafil 20mg from india check for more info now make you feel naturally so high. If you’d like to watch Paige struggle with her cynicism and learn more about Savannah’s history at the same time, visit my blog. On the right is a column with links to the Paige Stewart stories.

I’ve got to run, or I’ll never be ready before the sitter arrives, but I’ll leave you with a little taste of Paige’s first adventure …

Paige Stewart shivered. A line of thick grey clouds streaked across the sky, hiding most of the full moon and casting eerie shadows across the old graveyard. Perfect, a brewing storm to usher in her solitary slumber party in Colonial Park Cemetery! Her editor couldn’t have asked for a better atmosphere to accompany the jaunt had he planned it himself, and knowing Clayton Moore, he’d tried.

She rolled her eyes. Clayton Moore was a pain in the rear. The man lived and breathed solely for the sake of the Paranormal Post. It never ceased to amaze her how anyone that good looking could be so gullible. For Paige, researching and writing about ghost stories and paranormal experiences was just a job; a way to pay the bills without relying on her trust fund. She no more believed in the stuff than she believed the porcine population would take to the sky.

She stretched her legs out across the blanket and then scooped up the file that had been awaiting her arrival at the inn. Bold, two inch high letters spelled out ‘Confidential’ across the top of the fax cover sheet. Paige shook her head. What must the hotel staff be thinking?

The Seventeen Hundred and Ninety Inn was the oldest inn in Savannah and promoted itself as having several resident ghosts and a haunted guest room. With people waiting months to stay in the room, it was safe to assume they were used to seeing odd characters in their establishment. Paige snorted. She was staying the night in a cemetery with the hopes of catching a glimpse of reputed paranormal activity so what did that make her?

Paige glanced at the thickening clouds, resigned herself to getting wet at some point during the night, and then clicked on her pen light. She flipped open the folder and skimmed the history of Colonial Park Cemetery. Her own research had revealed basic facts like the cemetery was Savannah’s oldest, established in 1750, and that Union soldiers had used the graveyard as their camp when Sherman occupied the city. She’d also read how the Yankees had opened the strange bed shaped crypts, thrown out the bodies, and used them for makeshift tents and that they’d defiled the headstones to alleviate boredom. According to the file, she’d find a row of broken headstones hanging along the cemetery’s back wall and all of them had altered engravings, courtesy of the Yankees.
Nothing paranormal to report and not many options for pictures; how scary could a picture of a headstone claiming a man lived for seventeen hundred years be?
Paige lowered the file and peered into the growing darkness. Nestled beneath a stand of cedar trees dripping with Spanish moss, she could just make out a group of crypts. That’d make a decent shot, if it weren’t so dark.


She pursed her lips and debated. With so little light she’d need to set up the tripod and keep the shutter open longer, but … She sighed. The effort would have to be made because it was highly doubtful any ghosts would volunteer to pose, for posterity or the Paranormal Post’s article.
She assembled the tri-pod, set the shutter speed, and then gave the dossier one last look. Please let there be something paranormal worth writing about. Seven hundred people were interred during the Yellow Fever epidemic of 1820, several duels were fought on the grounds …
Oh yeah, that’ll make a great article. She continued reading, desperate for something, anything, remotely ‘ghostly’ to write about.
She rolled her eyes at the story of frugal colonial Savannahians disinterring their relatives to avoid the cost of another grave. Great! The custom of stacking bodies like cord wood inside a single crypt was old news.
She continued reading and then frowned. Now this was new. Citizens had opened coffins and found deep gouge marks. They assumed someone had been buried alive, or come back …. Perhaps she could ‘spin’ the facts. Hmmm, Zombies walk in old Savannah or Colonial Savannah inhabited by Vampires.
Read the rest here!

Oh! Don’t forget to visit my blog and FB FanPage ; I’ll be handing out Savannah goodies to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day!