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    Blood & Soul
    Blood & Soul
    Blood & Soul
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    Blood & Soul

    By A. L. Wilson

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    Chase is an exorcist without a lot of money to his name. It might have something to do with him taking on cases for nominal fees, or maybe because he occasionally stops in motels and pays for sex. Whatever the cause may be for his downtrodden luck; he moves from place to place, snagging up odd supernatural related jobs.

    In his most recent interlude, a family is concerned that a beautiful European woman has put some sort of hex on their ailing relative. This wouldn’t be so much of a problem, were the old man not sitting on a fortune. Desperate to keep their hands on the money, they offer to pay Chase to look into the situation.

    At first he’s not inclined to accept, being as this does not seem like subject matter for an exorcist, but after having a dream including crying children in a spooky mansion, he opts to look into it. Dreams about crying children are never good omens in his line of work.

    True to form, when he arrives in town, the old man is dead and a raven-haired woman and her enchanting son have taken over the inheritance. The icing on the cake is they are living in a creepy house that just happens to be the one Chase saw in his dream.

    It becomes a race against time to find out the true nature of the woman and her son, as children start to vanish from the small town and Chase hears shrieks in the night. The young exorcist fights to keep his mind on the situation at hand, but the male youth of the house is gorgeous and enticing. Is he also a prisoner of this strange woman’s magic and needs to be set free, or is he a fiend intent on seducing and killing the exorcist that’s getting in the way?

    Will Chase find love in this difficult case or will the exorcist become a ghost?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherA. L. Wilson
    Release dateOct 19, 2014
    ISBN9781311397751
    Blood & Soul
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    A. L. Wilson

    As a young child A. L. held three aspirations which she vocally proclaimed to anyone that listened. She was either going to be an author, an actress or a psychologist. It was only after her brother was diagnosed with Autism and Pervasive Development Disorder that her aspirations shifted from theater and prose to exclusively studying psychology. However, she never truly left her flare for the dramatic behind. At the tender age of eight she was taking a starring role in Tom Sawyer; the following year it was Alice in Wonder Land. Then eventually her Senior year of High School she wrote and starred in the school's Senior play. The Case of the Murder that Wasn't, had her bouncing around stage as a savvy detective with a bumbling side-kick, attempting to solve the murder of a rich aristocrat. The off-color humor had audiences in stitches for three days and nights- to the delight of her and her family. However, despite the success of her writing and acting, the young A. L. graduated High School with honors and then immediately went on to start college in search of her (three) subsequent degrees in Psychology. It wasn't until years later that things would come full-circle as Indie Publishing has become more and more popular and the itch to write more overwhelming. Momentarily hanging up her hat as a Child and Family Counselor, A. L. has once again plunged her hands back into writing; spinning wild tales for her own enjoyment and hopefully the enjoyment of her audiences.

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      Blood & Soul - A. L. Wilson

      Contents

      Title

      Acknowledgements

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Thank You

      Other Works

      Blood & Soul

      Chase and Lysander Series 1

      A. L. Wilson

      Blood & Soul © 2014 A. L. Wilson

      Published on Smashwords

      ISBN: 9781311397751

      All rights reserved.

      Cover art © 2014 A. L. Wilson

      All original artwork © April Mayfield

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are entirely the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidence.

      Edited by Deborah St. Arbor

      A Real Case

      The weight of him against my chest feels as natural as my own existence. Staring up at the sky overhead with the wind kissing at my cheeks, my flesh hums from the wonderful sting of scratches on my chest and shoulders. I feel alive when we are together and yet I have difficulty believing this sordid love affair can last.

      I reach down to stroke at his raven hair. The texture is like spun silk. I could sit and twirl the threads between my fingers forever. But this is not why I came here. I am reminded as my elbow connects with a leaf, crunching lightly under me; this cannot last. Any second he might wake and be reminded of past loyalties or perhaps just what he is and what I am. Fate is cruel that way.

      The attraction I have to this young man is greater than I have ever felt to another person in all my years. I want him and I care about him, and it has clouded my judgment. I want to believe that things can happen in ways that fairy tales suggest, but nothing in life has ever suggested fairy tale endings are real. I only know death, sadness and despair. There are occasional moments of sexual gratification where I seek refuge, like the bliss of being nude in cool air as I am now.

      I lie naked with this gorgeous youth and I am free. Yet the circumstances of our lives are anything but some dime story novel lending itself the happy ending of walking away into the sunset. I did not come here to fall in love. I came here to do a job, just as he came here to do what his kind is oft to do.

      However, his breath upon my skin feels real and I want his confession to also be real.

      Scowling at the towering moon I think back and try remember how this all got started.

      ****

      A month prior I was contacted by a family who believed a beautiful European woman bewitched their elderly dying relative in order to steal the family fortune. At first I was reluctant to take the case, but after having a dream involving a mansion filled with the screams of children; I decided it warranted a second look. I am not one to take omens lightly.

      By the time I arrived to the town in question the man was already dead and his new young-looking wife had taken over the fortune, along with her son. In my beat-up old camper I squatted at the estate, parking about a quarter mile down from the house proper. There was a cluster of trees that I could use for cover beside a little pond. I had a clear view of the house so I could begin surveillance. I was not certain at that time what I was getting into, perhaps if I had known I might have simply packed up camp and left.

      The first two days contained nothing extraordinary. I watched cars come and go filled with mourners, including a rather busty dark-haired woman and a raven-haired young man who walked slightly behind and to her right. He always kept his head down and never raised his gaze to look at anyone unless the woman addressed him first.

      I took many pictures from afar and then picked them over on my laptop while sipping cheap warm beer. Zooming up close to the faces depicted in those images caused me to believe this case was becoming complicated. The woman didn’t look a day over thirty, and I mean that assuming she could have had the best Californian plastic surgeons, and yet the young man appeared to be in his mid-twenties. If this situation was as others had claimed and this man was her ‘son.’ Then either it was a hustle, and they were brother/sister or lovers/partners, or there were supernatural forces at work.

      The more pictures I took, and the more closely I looked at their eyes and hair, the more difficult it became to shake the feeling that they were related. In addition, the way the young man cowed to her suggested she was his mother and a rather authoritative one at that. I wasn’t certain what sort of creatures I was dealing with. It was possible that I was out of my league and would have to call colleagues, but at best I might get a ‘finder’s fee’ out of the two and their illegal activities.

      If I could find any, that is.

      Simply the existence of a supernatural family did not suggest foul-play. Just because the woman happened to have supped from a youth potion or two, didn’t mean she’d necessarily done anything wrong. Supes policed themselves one way or another and though my dream about crying children, in the very mansion that I currently spied, did suggest some sort of bad occurrence. If I had no proof the woman did anything more than give a boner to an old man in order to get in his Will. I could not really go around making accusations.

      The supernatural world is much like the human one, only with a bit more hair and teeth at times. Investigators, even the freelance kind, have to have ‘probable cause’ to seek authorities or to especially take matters into their own hands.

      There are certain individuals that can act with a manner of freedom, but I am not a royal vampire, or some alpha wolf. Nor is this estate in territory of mine.

      No.

      I am simply a wandering gypsy exorcist with a pretty good reputation for being quick, clean and cheap.

      This didn’t lend itself to me being able to knock on the door and ask the lady of the house if she was doing nefarious things in the basement. In fact, if I was to let my presence be known and she was a vampire, werewolf, witch, fae, ghoul, trickster, gargoyle, or pretty much anything other than my normal quarry doing something that could put humans and other supernaturals in danger; I would be the one in trouble.

      The supernatural world is just as fucked up as the mundane. It’s rarely romantic and we have lawyer types that drive us all insane; much like they do untouched humans.

      While peering through binoculars at a particularly cute pool boy, I visibly shuddered, remembering the last time I got slammed with a fine. I mean, how was I supposed to know that a vampire orgy was scheduled the same

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