Whatever you do, don’t make an ass
out of yourself. And don’t barf on the man…dear God, don’t barf on the man. Shifting
in the waiting room chair, Jesse adjusted the knot on his tie. His gaze moved
up the wall to the many framed magazine covers, all of Cole Pearson—the man of
came out of nowhere, taking over old or failing businesses and making their
products or services the most wanted in America. He was the man with the golden
touch, thirty-five and already a billionaire. Everyone wanted to be him, and
everyone who wanted to make something of themselves wanted to work for him. The
competition was steep, the best of the best vying for positions, but not only
that, Cole Pearson did all the interviews for the executive positions himself.
Choosing those he believed would best fit his vision of where he wanted to take
young blonde woman stood at the edge of the waiting room. “Mr. Pearson will see
you will follow me, please.” She led him to a door. Stepping aside, she motioned
for him to enter.
strode in the doorway. He stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw dropping. The
office was massive, art and sculptures adorning every wall and corner. “Holy
shit,” he whispered.
the best first impression, I will admit, but the most unique one so far, I must
breath caught in his throat. “Mr. Pearson, I can’t tell you what an honor it is
to meet you, sir. Even if I did just make an ass out of myself.” He froze. “I
don’t believe I just told you I made an ass out of myself. And I just did it
again.” He waved a finger toward the door. “Should I leave now, before I make
more of an ass…?” He closed his eyes. “Let me start again. I would consider it
an honor to have an opportunity to work for someone like you. You’ve
accomplished so much. Hell, I’m almost the same age as you, and I can’t say
I’ve managed to…” He backed toward the door. “Maybe it’s best I leave, before I
make it any worse.”
remained with his high-backed chair facing the view. “Stay. It’s refreshing to
hear some honesty, for a change. I can’t tell you how tired I am of people
feeding me bullshit all day. And believe me, I can tell a bullshiter a mile
away. So, tell me, Mr. Miller, what can you give me that no one else can?”
isn’t something I need.”
laughed, but then cleared his throat. “I’m thirty, and I feel that gives me a
distinct advantage over the younger candidates.”
have more life experience.”
what have you done with that life experience? What successes can you share with
again, Jesse adjusted the knot in his tie. “I’ve researched every business
you’ve taken over. How you restructured it inside and out. How you brought in
the perfect people for the positions, researched suppliers, increased output,
and for a fraction of the cost. How you rewired ad campaigns to reach the
public, and made them believe they had to have what you were selling, whether
they needed it or not.”
how exactly does that help me?”
see how you think. I know how you work.”
you?” Pearson swiveled his chair to face Jesse.
Jesse stared. Instead of Cole Pearson sitting before
him, it was Edward Starke
WARNING: SPOILER ALERT If you haven't read part 3 yet.
Thirteen years after the party at Starke
house, Jesse Miller is now in New York, interviewing for a job.
Only this isn’t just any job interview.
This interview is with Cole Pearson. The man everyone wants to work for. The
man, who, in five short years, has taken the business world by storm and
amassed not only billions, but the attention of everyone, who wants to be
someone. Fumbling his way through a disastrous interview, Jesse believes the
day can’t get any worse. That is, until Cole Pearson turns to Jesse, and he
sees not Cole Pearson, but Edward Starke. Aware Starke has possessed Cole
Pearson, Jesse gathers a menagerie of men to take him down.
Can a ghost, a reporter, an ex-priest,
and a childhood friend come together to end Starke once and for all, or will
the possession of Cole Pearson only be the beginning?
5 Stars for Resurrection: The Legacy of Starke House The Demon Series Part 3 What another twisted, gory, yet awesome story. This author has a way of writing these horror stories and keeping you glued to it from beginning to end. This story was a shocking one, with one heck of a surprising ending. These new characters were amazing and the story-line was incredible and this one was by far my favorite of the three. I highly recommend this read. Black Words-White Pages Blog Horror Novelette by E. H. James
Devyn placed her
grandmother’s antique doll in the rocking chair by the bed. “That’s it. All
unpacked.” She straightened, giving her back a rub.
“Here, let me.” Cole
wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her neck a kiss.
She smirked. “How is
that helping my back?”
“I’m only getting
started.” He kissed her neck again.
“Maybe after you take a
“Is that your way of
telling me I stink?”
Smiling, she twisted to
face him and patted him on the cheek. “Shower.”
He peeled his shirt off
and walked into the washroom.
“Man, it’s cold in
here.” She checked the air conditioning. “Off? Hmm…Hey, Cole, does it feel cold
in here to you?” She turned back to the room. The doll’s head was now facing her.
“That’s weird. I could have sworn it was…” She shrugged and headed for the
door. Stopping in the doorway, she swung back. The doll now sat in the middle
of the bed. “What the…?”
She went back to the
bed and picked up the doll. “How did you get there?” She set it back on the
rocking chair and headed for the door. Creaking came from behind her, and she
spun around. The chair was rocking on its own. “Cole?” She rushed into the
“You say something?”
Cole poked his head out from behind the shower curtain.
“The chair, it—” she turned
to the rocker, but it was perfectly still. “Would you…like me to fix you a
“How about some of that
white wine we picked up today. It should go great with the roast chicken and
“You read my mind.” She
forced a smile and went down into the kitchen. “Starting to imagine things.
You’re working too hard, Devyn. I think it’s about time you relaxed with a nice
big glass of wine.” She poured
herself a glass and took a gulp. “Ah, that hits the spot.” She set the glass to
the left of the sink and opened the fridge. Taking the potato salad out, she
then got the plates out of the cupboard. The glass of wine was now sitting on
the right side of the sink. “I put it on the left. I know I did.” She took
another drink, and then set it once again on the left side of the sink.
“You almost done? I’ve
got the chicken warming in the oven, and I don’t want to take it out if you’re
“I’ll be down in a
“Okay, I’m dishing up
the food now.” She poured him a glass of wine and took the chicken out of the
oven. Putting the food out on the plates, she then reached for her wine. The
glass was not in the kitchen. She opened the fridge. “Nope, not in there.” She
closed the door. “This is ridiculous. I know I didn’t carry it out of the
kitchen. I didn’t leave the kitchen.” She wandered the ground floor, but the
glass of wine was no where to be found. “What the hell?” Coming back into the
kitchen, she pulled up.
Resurrection: The Legacy of Starke House The Demon Series Part 3
Cole Pearson finds a great deal on a house, he can’t believe his luck. A new
job, a new town, a new house…life couldn’t be better. His wife, Devyn, however,
thinks it’s too good to be true.
sooner than they move in, than objects begin to move from where they were
placed, and Devyn quickly realizes the reason the price was so reasonable.
Getting a dog to keep Devyn company, while he is out of the house, seems the
answer to Devyn’s problem, or so Cole believes. Only the dog, like Devyn,
doesn’t want to go in the house, and Devyn wants to leave.
the house, as Cole is about to discover, is the least of their problems. And
what lies ahead…in the dark…in the basement…is something Cole never expected.
In this second book in the Red Door series, we find teenager Jesse Miller deciding to throw a party at the Starke house for his friends. The day he picks turns out to be the fiftieth anniversary to when teenager Max Jensen entered the house. Jesse wants to do a ritual to raise the dead to entertain his friends and fellow classmates while everyone is at the party. The only problem is things don’t go as well as he anticipates. James has a very creative imagination and exceeds at truly scaring the wits out of readers. Details are so vivid and characters are so humanistic that you can see everything play out before you while you’re reading along.
My heart was slamming in my chest when Jesse performed the ritual and I started to see that things were quickly getting out of control. I don’t know what would possess anyone to even want to enter the Starke house considering how many murders happened in that house, but Jesse definitely got in way over his head on this little prank he pulled on his friends and classmates. If you’re looking for an author to scare the wits out of you without having to leave your house to go to a theme park or attraction, then James is definitely the horror author to look into. I highly recommend this story to other readers and hope James is penning more stories as I write this review.
She took a step closer.
Crossing her arms, she looked up at the building. “What did you call this place
“The Starke house.”
“And you say some serial
killer lived here over fifty years ago?”
“And he buried twelve
boys in his basement?”
“You can check for
yourself, if you don’t believe me.”
She studied him, her
blonde hair falling down into her eyes. “I just might do that, Mr. Miller.”
Jesse’s grin widened.
“You haven’t heard all of it.”
“You’re telling me
there’s more to this story?”
“You have no idea.”
Lowering his voice, he
leaned in. “It’s been said, Starke killed a teen in this house, in 1962.”
“Didn’t you say he was
executed, in 1956?”
“Let me guess. His
ghost rose up from Hell and slayed him.”
He shrugged. “To be
honest, I think it was the demon.”
Taylor’s brow furrowed.
“I read Starke made a
deal to raise his little brother from the dead—if he sacrificed thirteen boys to
if there was some sort of pact with a demon to raise Starke’s little brother,
then when this teen—”
paused. “If Max Jensen was killed by
this demon, as you say, wouldn’t that have completed the pact?”
“Now that you mention it, there were stories of a five-year-old
kid found wandering the streets, that same night. The kid was the spitting
image of Starke’s little brother.”
her brow furrowed. “But why Max? Surely, people have gone into the cellar
before that day.”
bag, a knife, and a chip of wood were found just inside the door. The knife had
blood on it. They think he was trying to take a piece of the door and cut
he bled on the ground.” She nodded. “You’re not saying you actually believe any
corner of Jesse’s mouth curled. “You want to know what happened to the little
kid, don’t you.”
never said…” She pursed her lips. “Okay, what happened to him?”
was adopted by the people who found him. Wasn’t long after that they moved.
From time to time, for years after, a reporter would track him down and dredge
the whole Starke thing up, to make a fast buck. But, after some time, he
dropped off the map.”
as far as you can tell, he’s just some regular Joe.” She hesitated. “What I
don’t get is why Max was down there in the first place? What was he doing trying
to take a piece of the door?”
“My best guess? Someone
bullied him into it.”
“What can I say? Things
never change, it seems.” He sighed. “But, like I said, check it out for
yourself, if you don’t believe me.”
Fifty years to the day Max Jensen walked into the Starke house, Jesse Miller is throwing a party.
Jesse wants to go down in high school history as the kid to remember. Only problem is, he may just get his wish. If he thought throwing a party in the long abandoned house of a serial killer would do it, then he would be right. But what happens that night at the old Starke house isn't something you want to remember...not if you ever want to sleep again. Performing a mock ceremony to raise Starke from the dead proves to be a mistake of monumental proportion. And by the time Jesse realizes he is in over his head, he must now worry about keeping that same head on his shoulders.
What would you do if the only way out was to go Beyond the Red Door...into the very mouth of hell?
WARNING: This book contains extreme violence and language that may be offensive to some readers.
Max Jensen, a sixteen year old, has to
adjust to a brand new move into a different school district. On his first day
of school while trying to grab a seat in his first class, he meets Jimmy
Davidson, one of the class bullies. Jimmy begins tormenting Max and it doesn’t
end there. Jimmy tells Max that he wants him to meet him and his friends after
school, behind the gym. Reluctantly, Max goes to accept his fate. When they all
meet up, Jimmy tells him he won’t leave him alone unless he proves himself to
the boys. His task is to enter the Starke house at midnight on September 9th
and chip a piece of red “paint” off from the basement door. This is the very
door that is rumored to be coated with blood from twelve children’s murders.
Does Max accept the challenge? Does he make it out of the house safe and sound
if he does go? Is the story of the Starke house fact or fiction? I loved this story and I can honestly say I’m James’ number one fan now! I highly recommend this story and I eagerly can’t wait to sink my teeth into the sequel. Well done!
stopped short, as someone reached a leg out and rested their boot on the seat
of the desk across the aisle, blocking the way. “Didn’t realize I needed to ask
did you say to me?” The boy took his foot from the desk and placed it in the
middle of the aisle. Standing, he was mere inches from Max.
shook his head. “Look, whatever you’re going to do just do it now and get it
over with, so I can get to my seat.”
boy pulled himself up to the full six feet of his stature, where he stood eye
to eye with Max. “What are you, thick or something? Do you know who you’re
met the boy’s gaze, the only thing blacker than the boy’s eyes being the black
hair now falling into them. “No. But I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
dark-haired boy smirked and swatted a blond-haired boy, sitting on the top of a
desk, with the back of his hand. The smile fell from the dark-haired boy’s face,
and he pressed his fingertips upon Max’s chest. “I’ll tell you who.”
gave Max a shove. There was something behind Max and he fell, his books flying
out onto the tile floor with a loud smack.
eyes in the classroom turned upon Max; conversations now replaced with titters
dark-haired boy kneeled next to him. Leaning over Max, he poked a finger into
Max’s chest. “Jimmy Davidson. That’s who. And don’t you forget it.”
more, Max met his gaze. “No worries. I won’t.”
chuckled to himself, and slapping Max lightly on the face, he then offered him
eyed Jimmy’s hand. “You don’t actually expect me to take that, do you?”
You don’t trust me?” Jimmy’s expression took on an exaggerated pout. “I think
I’m hurt.” The surrounding four boys laughed, as they gathered around Max.
“You’re going to have to start trusting me some time. It may as well be now.”
sat forward and collected his books. “Must it be?” Again they all laughed.
know what? I think I’m beginning to like this guy.” He swatted Max on the chest
with the back of his hand, much as he had the boy on the desk a moment earlier.
“Tell you what, considering you’ve been such a good sport about this whole
thing, I’m going to give you a second chance.”
grin spread across Jimmy’s face, and he stood. “This guy cracks me up.”
to know you consider me good for something.”
nodded. “Not bad, for your first day…?”
Jensen.” Max climbed to his feet.
Max Jensen, if you want to make it up to me, meet me out back of the gym after
it…Make what up to you? What is it I am supposed to have done, other than let
you make a fool of me?”
can’t have anyone disrespecting me. You know how it is.”
I do, as a matter of fact.” Max brushed his hand over his pant leg.
Max is your typical 16-year-old kid trying to navigate his way through yet another high school, in 1962.
Unable to avoid the bullies that love to torment everyone in their sight, Max plays along. But when they demand he go into the abandoned Starke house at midnight, on the anniversary of the serial killer's execution, Max is not overly anxious to comply. For it is said Starke reappears at the scene of the crime, back to where he buried all those boys in his basement.
Given the task of returning with a chip of blood from the basement door, Max heads into the house, determined to make fools out of every one of them. For only a fool would believe in such nonsense…right?
WARNING: This book contains extreme violence and language that may be offensive to some readers.
I am about to launch a series of stories that started as The Red Door. I never planned on writing a part two, or three...now I have just completed Part Six and Seven, which will be the end of the series. But then, who knows, I may come up with new adventures for the characters of the series. Parts one through five are to be released, one a month, starting the beginning of March. By then I'll have part six and seven edited, and hopefully accepted for publication with my amazing publisher, Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing. That way they can be released on the heels of part five. I guess I should clarify something, part one and two, have a fresh edit, and will have a new cover. I am hoping part six will tie up the loose ends of one character that was mentioned but never expanded upon. And part seven will expand on a character introduced in part five. Once all parts have been released, the series will then be available as a hard-copy, novel-length book to be purchased from amazon. I've decided to call this The Demon Series, with each of the first three installations focusing on a main character and their story. Part four brings forward an old character, and part five has several of the characters coming back. Part six focuses on the life of a character I hadn't planned to write about, but while working on final edits of part one with my editor, the seed was planted, and I had to run with it and expand on it. In the first version of The Red Door, I held back on the violence. But with the new version, I have decided to let my imagination take over and got a bit descriptive with the gore. Just one thing I need to say, in order to know the whole story you need to read to the end of the series. I hope you enjoy!
I absolutely loved this short paranormal story. We find
Jeremy Brogan starting his first night as a security guard at St. Michael’s
Hospital, which just so happens to be rumored as being the most haunted
hospital in the country. The evening starts out normal for Jeremy, or so it
seems that everything is normal, until things begin getting very busy with
endless amounts of visitors and he easily becomes overwhelmed. I just loved
this story and I was totally pulled into the storyline from the very first
page. The characters were very believable and the story flowed seamlessly for
me. I also loved the eerie feeling I felt as I was turning the pages. You’ll find
that it’s an extremely short story so you won’t have a problem fitting it into
your hectic schedule. I highly recommend it and can’t wait to read more from
this talented author!
Jeremy Brogan thinks the only thing he’s afraid of is the
nervous anticipation of starting a new job. Then again, he is working at the
most haunted hospital in the country – or so it’s rumored to be. Once his shift
starts, it gets extremely busy for him and he just can’t seem to help all the
visitors he comes in contact with. The question remains are those visitors
really people needing his help or could they be from another realm trying to
scare the daylights out of him?
“Is this your first night?” The
old man stood up from his seat. Where he’d been sitting, he could barely see—or
be seen—over the counter in front of the desk. He walked around the counter
“Yes, it is.” Jeremy
fidgeted with the buttons on his jacket. “I suppose it’s obvious. Isn’t it?” Pressing
his lips into a grin, he tried to smile. “Actually, I’ve never done anything
like this before.”
The old man paused, as
though sizing Jeremy up, and then patted him on the shoulder. “You’ll be fine.”
He went back behind the counter and retrieved his metal lunch pail.
“By the way, my name is
Jeremy Brogan.” Jeremy reached over the counter, offering his hand.
The old man grasped Jeremy’s
hand and gave it a firm shake. “Jake Edwards.”
“Say, do you mind me asking
how long you’ve been working here?”
“It’ll be forty-two years,
Jeremy’s brows rose sharply.
“Yep.” Jake nodded. “And not
once did I miss a day of work.”
Jeremy rested his elbows on
the counter. “That’s incredible.”
“Yeah, I guess it is.” Jake
shrugged. “Never really thought about it.” He slid his hand over the smooth,
worn surface of the counter, as he walked back around to the front. “I can
honestly say, I’m going to miss it.”
“I’m retiring next week.” His
brow furrowed, his gaze growing distant. “I’ll tell ya, I’ve been looking
forward to this my whole life. Waiting and dreaming about what I’d do when the
day came. But now that it’s here…It’s going to feel strange, not coming in here
every night.” He shook his head and sighed.
“But, I guess it’s not the
end of the world.” Jake grinned. “Tell ya what—” he patted Jeremy on the chest
with the back of his hand “—I’ll come back and visit ya. How does that sound?”
He stepped to the middle of the hall. “So, have they shown ya everything?”
“Yep. Keep an eye on the
security monitors, and once an hour walk the upper floors. I have my
walkie-talkie, in case I need to communicate with the main security room
downstairs. If a situation does arise, I don’t think I can handle alone, call
for additional security.” Jeremy laughed self-consciously. “God, that sounded like
I memorized the security manual, didn’t it?”
Jake peered at him over his
glasses. “I take it you think you look like a fool, right about now?”
Jeremy smiled. “Pretty
“Hey, it’s the fool that
doesn’t prepare. Especially in a job like this.”
“I guess I’m a little
nervous.” Jeremy tugged at his collar. “This is the first real job I’ve had.”
“I haven’t met a night
watchmen yet, who wasn’t nervous his first night.” Jake smirked. “Well, the
good ones, that is.”
“Thanks, I needed to hear
“Don’t thank me.” Jake held
up his palm. “When it comes down to it, it will be you and the night.”