Monday, 25 September 2017

Reviews ~ The Orah

The Orah
A time travel short story
by E. H. James

Liz wished she could go back and do it all again.
After all, it was Liz’s fault her mom was dead…or so she believed. Had Liz not delayed her, her mom never would have been killed by that car. And as the twentieth anniversary of her mother’s death came around, Liz could not help but wish it had been her instead. That is, until a gentlemen sits next to her on the park bench. He tells her his story, and she feels strangely compelled to tell him hers, but when he leaves her his pocket watch as a gift, she cannot believe what is happening. Only this isn’t just any watch, as she soon discovers, and she is pulled back in time.
Are events coincidental, even random? Or is there a perfectly timed symmetry yet to be lived? The possessor of the Orah is the only one to know.

5 Stars 
Powerful short story. ~ Danyca Russell

5 Stars
Very Poignant! ~ snscuster

4 Stars 
Beautiful ~ Rachael

5 Stars
I wasn't expecting the ending, and I doubt you will either. ~ Heart of a Philanthropist 

5 Stars
Leaves you wanting more. ~ nickindle

5 Stars
A touching tale. ~ Heather

4 Stars
A great read for those who love time travel or "Twilight Zone" fans. ~ Tia's Kindle Shelf

Sunday, 24 September 2017

5 Stars
The Orah
A time travel short story...

"James', holding a gracefully poised pen, has crafted a gentle story of a paranormal reunion that saved a woman's life."
~ The Literary Apothecary

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Thursday, 31 August 2017

Nicholas ~ Excerpt

Nicholas: Lost Innocence


The boy brushed the dirt from his forehead with the sleeve of his grey tweed coat. He shivered, his knickers barely reaching his knees. Hugging his teddy bear tightly, his chin trembled. A tear rolled down his cheek. “Mommy?”
His fingers throbbed, their tips bloodied, his fingernails broken.
He blinked up into the light of the streetlamp. Walking through the grass, he wove his way through the headstones and into the street.
A gentle breeze swept over his face. It was quiet, but for the leaves rustling overhead.
* * *
Jason Mills grinned and kissed his wife Diane.
She ran a finger down his cheek. Nestling her head on his shoulder, she smiled. Opening her eyes, she then gasped. “Jason!”
Jason directed his eyes to the road. There in its middle was a small boy clutching a teddy bear. He slammed on the brakes. The car stopped mere inches from where he stood.
She pressed a hand to her mouth. “Did we hit him?”
They both scrambled from the car and into the street.
The boy gazed up at them, in the glare of the headlights.
They both stared, and she looked down the road and into the neighboring yards. She kneeled before him and wiped the dirt from his face. “Sweetie? What are you doing out here? Where’s your mommy?”
He bowed his head, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Oh, honey.” She took him in her arms and pulled him close. “It’s okay. We’ll help you find your mommy.” She lifted him into her arms.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re taking him to the police station, that’s what we’re doing. We can’t leave him out here.”
“What about his parents?”
She waved an arm at the empty street. “Do you see anyone?”
She carried him into the car and set him on her lap. He rested his head on her shoulder, and she ran her fingertips over his hair. “My, that’s such a handsome suit. Can you tell me your name?” He didn’t answer, and she lifted the back of his collar.
Jason got back behind the wheel. “Now what are you doing?”
“Parents usually sew their kid’s names into their clothes. You know that.”
The boy closed his eyes and fell to sleep.
“Poor thing. Must be exhausted.” She studied his clothes. “How did he get covered in dirt? And who puts their kid in shorts to dress up?”
Jason closed the door and pulled the car over. “I think they used to call those knickers.”
“Look at him. He looks as though he’s dressed for Sunday service, with his little shirt and tie. And what happened to his fingers? It looks as though he was clawing at something.” She sighed, resting back in her seat. “So how did you come to be out here, in the middle of the night?”
Turning back in the direction he came, Jason drove to the police station.


Coming September 1
New Release from E. H. James

A Paranormal Novella

On a September night, in 1962, five-year-old Nicholas Starke finds himself alone on a street in Fairfield.

Confused and frightened, he is rescued by a kind couple. When that same couple adopts him, he is able to move on with his life…Only the people in the town of Fairfield won’t let him. And when met with angry and frightened stares, wherever he goes, his parents decide it best to move. But where can you go, when strange happenings follow your every move?

Will Nicholas hold on to what is left of his innocence, or will his brother’s influence be his downfall?

Thursday, 24 August 2017

Realms Excerpt

Realms of Darkness
A Collection of Three Short Stories

The Late Shift

Bill emptied the register and put the money in the safe. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah, just let me grab my coat and purse.”
Waiting, Bill held the door, as Sheila stepped through. He locked it behind him and waved. “Goodnight.” He sauntered off to his truck.
“Night.” Walking to the bus stop, she held her watch out at the street light. “Oh, great. I missed it. Won’t be another one for an hour.”
The street was empty. At night it became a whole other world, and at eleven on a Friday it was dead. She sat on the bench, tucking her hands into her coat pockets. “An hour to kill. In the dark. At eleven.” There wasn’t a car in sight, and every time she thought she heard one, she found herself turning to see if it was a white van.
“This is insane. Sitting here, alone, in the middle of the night. Could you be any more stupid? Well, it’s not like you have a choice. It’s this or walk the three miles. And either way you’re alone in the dark.” She stood. “At least you’ll be getting closer to home, if you walk.”
Slipping her purse strap up over her shoulder, she stepped away from the bench. Not all of the streets were as well lit as she would like, with long stretches of dark, obscured sidewalk. “But then that may just make it more difficult to be seen by a band of cultists, out to sew my mouth shut.” A crease formed between her brows. “A band? Do cults travel in bands? Stop it, Sheila, you’re being ridiculous.”
Random cars drove past, and every time she would check. “No white vans. For that matter, how do they even know for certain they use a white van anyway?” She shook her head.
“See, you’re already over half-way home. Won’t be much longer now. And then you can soak in a nice hot bath. Oh, man, that sounds good.” She crossed a side street and stepped up onto the sidewalk on the other side.
She swung around. A car pulled up, the driver side window rolling down.

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

5 Stars for Realms of Darkness


Realms of Darkness
A Collection of Three Short Stories

E. H. James is a fabulous horror writer with just enough lightness to make the darkness truly dark. From Ouija boards, serial killers and haunting dreams, I loved all stories in this collection. Deliciously evil! Bravo, E. H. James, you have made a fan for life. ~ Pyxi Rose

Realms of Darkness

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Realms of Darkness
A Collection of Three Short Stories

Friday, 18 August 2017

Nicholas ~ The Demon Series Part 6

Coming Friday September 1
Part Six of The Demon Series

I am, at present, going over the final hard edit of the sixth installment of The Demon Series, which now has eight parts.

This one deals with Edward Starke's little brother, Nicholas. What happens to him when he crawls his way up out of the grave, on that fateful day, in 1962?

This story details his life from the day of resurrection to the day he realizes who he really is...that he is immortal, and has powers beyond his wildest imaginings. It then goes years beyond into an uncertain future...

What will he do? What will he decide?

Read Part Six of The Demon Series to find out.

The Orah Video

The Orah
A time travel short story
by E. H. James

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

5 Stars ~ The Orah

Powerful Short Story

Wow what a powerful short story. The author has done an incredible job at packing in so much information in a short story. I was captivated by the story line. I really enjoyed it and hope there will be more on the family and what it is they are destined to do with the Orah. Elizabeth's emotions are believable and I love the touch of comedy in her behavior. Gus was an interesting character and the plot was fun. I liked how the time line changed and the pocket watch or Orah lead Liz in the right direction so that things could be set right. ~ Danyca Russell

Thursday, 10 August 2017

Here is the Contest Winner!

The winner of The Demon Series contest
at My Passion for Books Blog
is Kimberly Brown.
Kimberly has been sent her prize.
Congratulations, Kimberly! 

Saturday, 8 July 2017

~ Review ~

The Rise of Edward Starke
The Demon Series Part 4

This author has done it again and brought forth another creepy but amazing short story of Edward Stark in this phenomenal read. 

The characters were remarkable and completely real feeling. I love how this author weaves a new story each time but with the same characters in different time frames. I love reconnecting with characters and being reminded about what happened in previous books.

The story-line, though short, was still addicting and to the point. I was completely enchanted by this story. I just couldn't put this book down. This is by far my favorite story of them all yet with the newest twists, turns, and secrets and I highly recommend this to adults.

5 Stars ~ Awesome, must read!

Jenny Bynum ~ Black Words-White Pages 

Thursday, 6 July 2017

Ascension Video

The Chosen
The Demon Series Part 5

Warning: This book contains violence and language that may be offensive to some readers.

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Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Ascension Excerpt


Jesse sat up in bed. The light from the streetlamp made its way between the cracks in the curtains, creating long slender beams that reached across his bed and up the wall. He waited, but there was only silence. A pair of blue eyes glowed at the foot of his bed.
Amara flicked the tip of her tail. Her body contorted and grew into a hooded figure that loomed over him.
“What the...?”
The figure lingered and then reached a long clawed hand out at his face.
Jesse yelled and sat up.
At the foot of his bed, a pair of blue eyes blinked. She pricked her ears, her tail twitching.
His heart pounded. “Whoa, that was…intense.” He cast a look in Amara’s direction. “That was a dream, right?”
Of course it was.
Jesse narrowed his eyes on Amara. “You don’t sound convinced.”
She sat up and meowed.
“Don’t pull that innocent cat routine on me.”
She purred and kneaded the bedspread.
“Oh now you’re just taking it too far.”
Curling into a ball, she lay at the foot of his bed.
“Fine, have it your way.” He lay back, resting his head on the pillow. The cell phone rang, and Jesse grabbed it. Amara was no longer at the foot of the bed. “Amara?”
I’m over here, on the chair. I wasn’t about to let you kick me off the bed.
“You knew there was a call coming in?”
You still have to ask me that question? And answer it already. It’s important.
“If you already know everything, why don’t you just save me the time and tell me?”
She didn’t reply.
“Right. What would be the fun in that?”
That is not what I was thinking, and you know it. It’s Steadman calling.
Jesse brought the cell to his ear. “Steadman?”
“Christian told me you were back in town. We’re all meeting up at Quinn’s place, in a couple of hours. We’ll talk when we get there. Don’t want to discuss anything over the phone.”
“Right. I’ll see you there.” Steadman hung up, and Jesse held out the phone.
He’s hurt. You left without telling him, and you’ve been gone for ten years. He may not say it, but he felt abandoned by his best friend.
“You’re right. I owe him an explanation and an apology.”
Wait. Did we just agree on something?
“Oh stop it. Look, I know what you’re doing is important to you, and I get it. I appreciate that you have my back. And I know this…whatever this thing is we have going on, is a way for both of us to not think about what’s coming. We could both die.”
Talk about letting the cat out of the bag.
“You had to go there, didn’t you?”

Monday, 3 July 2017


The Chosen 
The Demon Series Part 5

Jesse returns from India, ten years later, in his arms a Katemara. But he is not returning to the world he left. Demons are possessing humans on a regular basis. Committing crimes and leaving the humans to suffer the consequences, the demons are amassing huge sums of money.

Left to wonder what the demons could be plotting, Jesse knows they are after more than just mischief, pain, and pleasure. But when Cole confesses to one of Starke’s murders, believing himself responsible for not having stopped Starke, Jesse and the gang have more than just demons to worry about. And when overwhelmed by demons bent on killing them, they must run.

Will Jesse take his rightful place as the chosen one, or will the demon occupation prevent the ascension?

Saturday, 10 June 2017

Possession Video

The Rise of Edward Starke
The Demon Series Part 4


WARNING: This novella contains language that may be offensive to some readers.

Thursday, 8 June 2017


New York, 2025
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 the decade.
Pearson 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 his company.
“Jesse Miller?”
Jesse started.
A young blonde woman stood at the edge of the waiting room. “Mr. Pearson will see you now.”
“Right. Yes.”
“If you will follow me, please.” She led him to a door. Stepping aside, she motioned for him to enter.
Jesse 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.
“Not the best first impression, I will admit, but the most unique one so far, I must say.”
Jesse’s 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.”
Pearson 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?”
“Oh God.”
“God isn’t something I need.”
Jesse laughed, but then cleared his throat. “I’m thirty, and I feel that gives me a distinct advantage over the younger candidates.”
“How so?”
“I have more life experience.”
“And what have you done with that life experience? What successes can you share with me?”
Once 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.”
“And how exactly does that help me?”
“I see how you think. I know how you work.”
“Do you?” Pearson swiveled his chair to face Jesse.
        Jesse stared. Instead of Cole Pearson sitting before him, it was Edward Starke

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

POSSESSION: The Demon Series Part 4

The Rise of Edward Starke
The Demon Series Part 4

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?

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

5 Stars for
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

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Resurrection Video

The Legacy of Starke House
The Demon Series Part 3


WARNING: This novelette has strong language and violence.

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