Never Say Goodbye

About the Book

Title: Never Say Goodbye (Nancy’s Curse Book 1)

Genre: Erotica, Paranormal

Author: C.A. Bell

Blurb:

Sometimes white magic can turn dark. Even with the best intentions.

When Angelica placed a protective curse over her granddaughter, Nancy, in a bid to keep her safe from society and her own powers until she was old enough to understand, she had no idea of the consequences.

It’s October 31^st, and a grown-up Nancy is holding her annual Halloween party. Only this year she strays away from her traditional festivities that include her famous Halloween punch, and dancing to the Monster Mash, and opts for a spookier night. She will be holding a séance with the help of her friends and her new Ouija board. Little does she know that the protective curse her grandmother secretly cast over twenty-seven years ago is lifted tonight, and her true powers are finally presented to her.

A spirit is summoned. But only time will tell just who he really is.

Author Bio:

C.A.Bell was born and raised on the outskirts of London, England, but for the past three years has resided in a much more rural town of Shropshire, where she married and made a home.

She is author to numerous erotic fiction stories, including, The Architect, Sex, Lies, and Sinful Wives, The Shame Train, and many more.

As well as putting together her own collections she is also a contributor to many anthologies and online magazines.

Currently she is working on the follow-on book to The Architect, book two of Nancy’s curse, and a novel which she started a while ago.

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Book Excerpts

Leaning back in her chair, she places the board down in front of her and contemplates why anyone would invent such a strange-looking thing. Nancy isn’t new to all of this supernatural, sorcery stuff. She practiced white witchcraft. Her grandmother had gotten her into it when she was younger. The only childhood memories that Nancy ever recalled were the ones where she and her grandmother would wander through the herb garden picking specific herbs for certain cures and potions. None of them ever worked to Nancy’s knowledge, but still, she loved to think she was carrying on her grandmother’s ways. Witches and their history intrigued Nancy, but never had she considered the Ouija board. Having heard so many creepy stories about it actually working, and summoning spirits, Nancy stayed well clear of it. That was, until she could no longer resist the possibility of magic or some sort of mystical power being real. The practice of white magic had never resulted into anything more than beautifully-smelling concoctions, and enhanced flavoursome food and drink.

Nancy reaches into the box and pulls out the instructions. In the booklet, she’s introduced to the board, its uses and origins, and the fact that it isn’t a tool of the Devil. It’s ‘a device used by the ancient Chinese for talking with the dead.’

She smiles. Her grandmother had always told her that witches were perceived to be the Devil’s wenches. That’s why people hated them so much. She’d also told her that not all witches were evil, nor did they work for the Devil. They were women with powers, and men hated it, so they were associated with the Devil’s name in hope that civilisation would be fearful of them.

Suddenly saddened at the thought of her dear grandmother no longer being here, Nancy moves onto the next paragraph. It tells her that the more people - or ‘energy’- she has for the Ouija, the better. This is good; she’s invited three of her closest friends over, two of whom are bringing their other halves, so they should have enough wattage. She would have invited more but her dining table only seats six. Having deckchairs scattered about the place would have just killed the mood she was trying to create.

She skims through the rest of the passage until her eyes halt and backtrack to something rather alarming.

‘Never use the Ouija board in your home.’

Slightly unnerved, an invasion of goosebumps tickle her skin, resulting in a shiver. Her mind starts to wander. What if this does work? What if I call a spirit here and don’t know how to send it back? She shakes her reservations away along with the gooseflesh, and places the booklet face down on the table before heading faster than usual to the kitchen for a glass of wine. It was too late to be concerned about the warning. Her guests would be here soon, and she’d promised them all a spooky night.