Decapitated – Lingering Evil

Laughter exploded once again, filling the room. Overpowering, deafening, evil laugher and the mirror in front of me cracked from left to right, decapitating my image.tumblr_nf1swqCdsk1tzqrfpo1_500

The long awaited sequel to Dead of July is progressing nicely. Sheila is pregnant and looking forward to being a mum. Memories from the past haunt her, literally. Watch out for Lingering Evil. Coming soon…set to scare you!

Alone?

Dead of July (Small)

I sat on the bed in our empty flat and cried. I was five months pregnant and my emotions now affected the precious bundle I carried. When I cried it moved around inside me, letting me know it didn’t like that state of affairs. I hugged my stomach.

“Sorry, I’ll be brave, I just don’t want your daddy to be away for a month. I don’t want to be alone.”

But I’m not alone am I baby Thompson? I have you!

Then I heard a voice as plain as can be, “And you have me.” The voice had a strong Russian accent, it was cold and menacing.

“Stop, you can’t hurt me, you’re dead! Go away and leave me and my baby alone.”

This is an extract from a book I’m currently working on. It’s the sequel to Dead of July, my first novel. Ghosts on the Sand is a collection of  short stories. I love to write, and I’d love you to read, and enjoy my stories.

Dead of July

Ghosts on the Sand

The Pregnancy

 

cobs-product-pane-di-casa-loaf-650x458February and March of 1984 flew by. My body began to change and swell with pregnancy. It was uncomfortable, but exciting. Morning sickness visited me in the afternoon rather than the morning, which was fortunate because the only thing that seemed to soothe it was hot fresh bread. I craved it constantly. A British bakery food truck visited our area every couple of days, and I stood by the window every afternoon after work, waiting for it to arrive. I’d smell its delicious aroma before the truck arrived, and was usually down in the car park waiting for it.  The bread van was driven by an ex-squaddie who decided to stay in Germany when his time with the British Army was done. I was glad he made that decision.

Dead of July – The Sequel

Dead of July (Small)

Dead of July was the book I had the most fun writing, I lost myself in the past. So much of this book is real. The eighties, the fun, the excitement! I was in my twenties in this book, a good time for anyone!
I finished Ghosts on the Sand a couple of weeks ago. Since publishing it on Amazon I’ve had some great feedback, particularly from the folks in Brompton on Swale, Catterick and Richmond, which is where most of the stories are set.
Now its time to go back to the eighties and write the sequel to Dead of July. There is still a lot to write. Sheila found out she was pregnant on Valentine’s Day of 1984. She was both happy and terrified at the thought of being a mum…I can say no more. Watch out for my next book, Lingering Evil, the sequel to Dead of July.

Both of my books are available on Amazon for a mere $0.99. I’m not famous (yet) so I can’t demand Stephen King type prices…but maybe one day!

Dead of July

Ghosts on the Sand

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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.

The Power of Good and the Poison of Evil

My dad was dead and I blamed myself, but life continued. My mum, bless her heart, was a pillar of strength. Her concern for me kept her going. I was trapped in a deep depression. My friends tried to help me, babysitting me for a while, but eventually they gave up and avoided me. I was relieved when they did. I didn’t want to talk to anyone.

A year passed and my depression lifted, or maybe I’d just become accustomed to it. A dark cloud distorted my vision. When I was alone my mind took me to dark and disturbing places. Although there was no sign of the Angel of Death, she was on my mind constantly. I became a hermit, a bottle of wine at home (a little too often) was the only company I needed. It was on one of my regular trips to the liquor store that I bumped in to Reverend Laybourn, our local Vicar. I hadn’t seen him since the funeral.

“Lucy it’s good to see you,” he said. He wasn’t looking at me as he spoke, but focused on something behind me, and then looked above my head. I guiltily clutched the liter of wine I’d just bought, wishing I could hide it from view. Was he judging me for drinking? Were his eyes raised above my head in prayer? “It’s good to see  you too. I’m having friends around for dinner, I must hurry,” I said, eager to explain the wine, and wanting to get home and drink it.

He looked at me and smiled, but with obvious concern. “You don’t need to explain why you are drinking. You’re troubled, I can see that. Drinking isn’t the answer though.” He focused on something behind me again. “Your mum asked me to talk to you, how about tonight?”

“I have friends coming around for….” I began.

“I don’t think you do. I’ll share a glass of wine with you.” he said. Reverend Laybourn had known me for ten years or more, he’d visited us often. Life was like that in a small village. He’d helped me through my teenage years, often popping round for tea and scones, sometimes just after my mum took the scones out of the oven. I often wondered if he could smell them from the church, which was at the back of our house. He was a good man.

The Reverend’s piercing blue eyes looked directly into mine. “Lucy, I can see whats troubling you. You must rid yourself of the evil that clings to you before it poisons your soul.”

The pressure on my chest was intense, squeezing the air from my lungs. I was suddenly very angry. Why is this stupid man of God interfering with my life. I don’t want or need him. He is going to spoil everything. 

I gasped for breath, my thoughts scared me. Where did they come from? Beside me Reverend Laybourn’s lips moved in silent prayer.

I have so many stories to write I’m not sure I have enough time left in my life to write them. My book Dead of July, is currently available on Amazon. Not sure if ‘Dark Angel’ will ever make its way into a book, but it’s fun for me to blog. Enjoy!

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Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

 

It’s good to be back!

I feel as though I’ve been gone for an awful long time. It’s been a welcome absence. There’s nothing like a good wedding and getting together with friends and family, but now its back to business.

Remember this book? It was my first short story. I took it off the shelves over a year ago because I know I can do better. I’ve re-read this book several times and decided to re-write it and tweak it a little before re-releasing it as young adult fiction. I always like the story a lot, most of it is true. Of course I have to embellish a little to keep the story interesting. Who wants to read a boring book? I’m pretty sure I’ll keep the same title. Hopefully it will be on sale before Christmas. Watch out for it. A Christmas present for a young teenager perhaps?

Girl on the Beach by Sandra Thompson

My current novel, Dead of July, is on sale now. Sales are slow, but I’m not exactly famous yet. When I am, the price will go up, so why don’t you give it a try while it’s still cheap……yes my sales pitch is awful.

http://amzn.to/1aXh4MdDead of July by Sandra Thompson

Thanks for stopping by and have a jolly wonderful evening. My glass of Rioja is taking care of mine. Cheers!

Preview – Dead of July!

 

Dead of July (Small)

eBook by the end of November.

An exciting, amusing and heartwarming story following the life a young “British Army Wife” and the trouble she gets into while living in Germany.

Sheila moved to Dortmund, in 1982 with her husband, a British Soldier. She enjoyed the life there immensely, until she got involved with two evil Russians that is.

She had a chance encounter with a young and badly beaten young German girl in a park close to home. The girl’s name was Anna. After helping Anna escape from her violent captor, Sheila’s life changed for the worse. Danger, in the form of two murderous Russians, followed her day and night, no matter where she was.

This story has many twists and turns, just when you think Sheila is safe, danger slides out of the shadows.

Paperback in December.

 

Dead of July – A German Ghost Story

Dead of July (Small)

He threw his head back and laughed before focusing on me again. “You are mine now,” he said. His thick, well-groomed mustache didn’t cover the snarling lips beneath it. He laughed again. Could this also be the man I saw lurking in the shadows? I immediately locked the car door, but was unable to wind up the window before his face appeared beside me, his disgusting odor seeping into my space. I was too terrified to move. His arm shot through the car window and grabbed my neck.

“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 my neck to the back of my head, pulling me toward him. I was too terrified to resist. 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. I jerked my head away.

“Get off me you pig!” I screamed, hoping someone would hear me. “Just who the hell do you think you are?”

 

Yup, I’m almost finished. I have my beta reader report and I am making a few minor changes before sending my book for the final edit. It’s taken almost three years to perfect this story. I have labored long and hard. The fruits of my labor should be available to purchase as an e-book and paperback at the end of November, just in time for Christmas.

I enjoyed being a British Army Wife, and had the most fun in Dortmund, with the RAPC attached to The Royal Highland Gunners. Army wives Rule!

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