Lingering Evil – WHY?

Dead of July (Small)

Two brothers, Yuri and Viktor. One dead, one in Jail. What happened to their evil unforgiving mother Marianna? Is she dead or alive?

Read  Dead of July and see how she taunted me in Summer of 1982. Here intentions were obvious, she wanted me dead! I thought I was free of all of them, but in 1984, when I discovered I was pregnant Marianna and Victor returned to haunt me.

I’m working on Lingering Evil, the sequel to Dead of July

Lingering Evil takes up where Dead of July left off. It’s not over yet!

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Dead of July – Reader Review

I want to share this reader review with you all. It’s a good review, but the main reason I am sharing it is because it’s the ‘reader reaction’ I aim for when I write. I want my books to draw emotion and feelings from those who read them. I want my characters to appeal to my readers. Enjoy this review and then hopefully you will purchase and enjoy my book.

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Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

The book introduces you to its protagonist, Sheila. Sheila has a special gift – she can see and talk to ghosts… We meet her in 1982, living and working in Dortmund with her husband, Les. Everything is pretty normal – until she meets a very young and desperate young woman. Anna is terrified by the man she lives with. Sheila immediately wants to rescue her. Suddenly, everything is different. Her home is haunted, and even at work she cannot go ahead in peace as usual. I will not tell you more about the story than shown in the Amazon plot description. This would spoil the fun of reading this book yourself.

With Dead of July, Sandra Thompson shows us Germany and a typical German base of the British Army. Each character is cleverly portrayed, the reader can relate. Some situations made me roar with laughter, other situations made me want to comfort Sheila. I had a great time reading Dead of July.

Ghosts and Gangsters – Almost there

The weather in Dortmund was hotter than hell. I lived in an apartment on the outskirts of the city with my husband Les, a British soldier with the Royal Army Pay Corps. We loved our home, which sprawled across the top floor of a big old building, but it had no air conditioning. Heat rises of course and by mid afternoon it was unbearable. The living room window set into the sloping roof opened to the sky and offered no relief. It allowed a slight breeze to waft through, but it was hot and filled with little particles of silver shimmering in the sunlight, courtesy of a huge chemical plant close by. In an effort to soak up the sun, I perched on the window ledge, my legs dangling below me.

 

It was quiet, as I’m sure most people stayed indoors, where it was cooler. Those brave souls who passed by and saw me on that scorching Sunday afternoon were either amused or horrified by my precarious position, as I sat half in and half out of the third floor attic window.  One or two laughed and waved, others yelled up at me with alarmed voices, perhaps thinking I was about to jump to my death.

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Yes, my book is almost done.

I have labored for three years over this one, but it was a labor of love. I had an absolute blast whilst writing it.

Watch out for Dead of July which will be released in the fall.

Germans, an Evil Russian and the British Army

dead-of-july-small4-color-13.jpgIt took me over a year to write my novel ‘Dead of July’. I have postponed the release date three times. Why? Because I want to make sure the ending is as good as the story.

How many times have you read a good book, only to be disappointed at the ending?

What is my book about? Evil Russians, Germans, British Soldiers, the 1982 FIFA World Cup Final, and the adventures of a young British Army wife living in Dortmund, Germany.

“You are going to pay for what you did,” he said with a heavy, guttural accent. “You will never be rid of me.” His fingers crawled around to the back of my head, pulling me toward him. I was too terrified to move. He leaned forward through the window so our faces were touching and kissed me roughly on the lips, biting me as he did so. The smell of his stale breath made me want to vomit and I jerked my head away from him

I hope this leaves you hungry for more.

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Russians, Germans and the odd British Squaddie

dead-of-july-small4-color-13.jpgIt took me over a year to write my novel ‘Dead of July’. I have postponed the release date three times. Why? Because I want to make sure the ending is as good as the story.

How many times have you read a book and loved every word, but been disappointed by the way it ended? I am not saying my ending is weak, but if it is, I am sure my editor will tell me. She is almost there.

What is my book about? Evil Russians, Germans, British Soldiers, the 1982 FIFA World Cup Final, and the adventures of a young British Army wife living in Dortmund, Germany.

Below is a snippet for your reading pleasure.

“You are going to pay for what you did,” he said with a heavy, guttural accent. “You will never be rid of me.” His fingers crawled around to the back of my head, pulling me toward him. I was too terrified to move. He leaned forward through the window so our faces were touching and kissed me roughly on the lips, biting me as he did so. The smell of his stale breath made me want to vomit and I jerked my head away from him.

This must surely be Viktor. This man was evil, pure evil. I threw the car into reverse in a desperate attempt to escape. He moved too quickly for me and stood behind the car, smirking at me through the back window. My hand trembled as I shifted into first, but before I could pull away, he appeared in front of me again. How could he move so fast? 

DEAD OF JULY

TO BE RELEASED JULY 2013

I hope this leaves you hungry for more.

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A Priest and a Photo Album

The photo album, which I had been looking at earlier and left on the sofa, seemed to have come to life. I gasped and grabbed the Priest’s arm. He stopped praying and looked at me, and then followed the direction of my eyes. He stared in disbelief at the big red photo album. It looked as though an invisible person was flipping through the pages. I looked at Captain Wright and he looked back at me. The heavy pages, which were crammed with photos, were turning at a rapidly increasing speed.

Did I need an exorcist?

Above is a  sneak preview of my upcoming novel ‘Dead of July’ which is almost finished.

Sheila is fighting with Russians, both dead and alive. She is in extreme danger and turns to a Priest for help. A Priest who doesn’t really believe she sees ghosts, until he tries to bless her house.

My two short stories, ‘Girl on the Beach’ and ‘Guy at the Bar’ are available on Amazon. You can purchase a personalized copy of either of these books directly from my website Words from beyond for $6.

‘Dead of July’ will be for sale via Amazon in late Spring. I think you will enjoy it.

 

BFBS – British Forces Broadcasting Service – Dead of July

I had never heard of the British Forces Broadcasting Service until my husband was posted to Dortmund, Germany in 1982.

When we first moved there we had to live with a friend as there were no available army quarters. On my second night in Dortmund I got drunk as a skunk. It wasn’t all my fault. I blame a certain Staff Sargeant (who will remain nameless), but I mixed red wine and white wine, which I know better than to do now. I was having the time of my life as  I was 25 and  it was the first time I had lived in a foreign country.

I tried them all

When I was eventually persuaded I should not drink anymore, we left the bar and my husband drove me to the apartment we would be staying in with his friend. I did a good job of acting sober (at least I thought I did) and after being introduced to Bob and Gisela (not their real names) I went to bed and passed out.

When I awoke the next morning my husband was gone, he was playing football. I was left at the mercy of Gisela, who may not have realized how drunk I was the night before, but she certainly did in the morning. I could barely see, my hangover was so bad. I only threw up once though (at first).

I think Gisela decided to punish me and for lunch made me a plate of spinach and potatoes. Imagine trying to eat that when you are hung over!!

Not a hangover cure!

It had the desired effect and she gave me a smug smile as I ran to the bathroom and parted company with this horrific food. When I could safely get off my knees I went back into the livingroom where she was watching German television. I was truly being punished. I had no idea what these loud people were talking about. My head was pounding and I was miserable. At that point her husband returned home (my hero) and immediately changes channels to something called BFBS. He looked at me and smiled “a little big of England for you love”. His wife went into the kitchen and made him something to eat and I sat and watched the wonderful programming provided by BFBS. It became my life line whilst living in Germany. As my German was not good, BFBS kept me in touch with the rest of the World.

To download and read my two short storied, click on the links below. ‘Girl on the Beach’ is currently free in France and the US and $0.99 (around eighty-six pence) everywhere else. ‘Guy at the Bar’ is $0.99. My upcoming novel Dead of July is set in Dortmund in 1982 and will be available sometime in the Spring. This story is about the adventures of a young Army wife in Dortmund in 1982. I think you will enjoy it.

‘Dead of July’ Germany/Deutschland – Where are you?

Germany/Deutschland you are the only ones not embracing my blog! The Brits are reading it! The French are reading it. The Americans are reading it. What happened to my German friends? My next story is set in Dortmund so come one…..visit me. I want your feedback!

DEAD OF JULY

THE STORY CONTINUES

I packed everything away on my van, tedious but necessary, as I didn’t want tea and sandwiches all over the floor when I pulled away.  I felt a little better now, but decided to stop off and talk to the Military Police anyway. As I parked next to the Green MP van, a couple of guys came bustling out of the door, thinking I had stopped to give them refreshments, so I opened the side of my van again, never missing the opportunity to sell something.

Sophie would be proud of me!

After serving these guys with tea and doughnuts, I asked them if I could come in and talk to them. I locked my van and dropped the keys in my pocket this time, not wanting a repetition of this morning’s fiasco.  Before entering the building, I looked back to make sure no one was lurking, waiting for me to leave so they could do their mischief.  I had about enough of this whole situation and really felt angry rather than afraid at that point.  I didn’t feel like anyone wanted to harm me, only scare me, but it was irritating and exhausting and I wanted to put an end to it.

Evil Viktor

I could only assume it was either the nasty twisted Viktor following me and making my life difficult because I had helped Anna escape, or it was some mischievous spirit tied to him, that had decided to latch on to me.  I was hoping, that with the help of the Military Police, I could either confirm, or eliminate the Viktor option, the latter I would keep to myself until I figured out what to do.

Most people would not believe that I thought I was getting harassed by someone from beyond the grave, but by the time I was twenty-five, I had dealt with these little episodes so often that it didn’t really bother me and it certainly didn’t scare me.  I just needed to know what I was dealing with, and how to handle it. If it were a real live person, I would hand the problem over to the military police. If it was from beyond the grave, I would have to sit down with Les and figure out what to do.

This may be one of those situations where I had to involve a priest.

I am looking forward to a Spring release for my book ‘Dead of July’. Before that happens I would love to hear from some of my German friends. Read and review please.

To read my two short stories ‘Girl on the Beach’ and ‘Guy at the Bar’ go to the links below and download them from Amazon. Read about the Ghosts that have been pestering me since I was very young.

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