Photo by Meyette Photography So many of you have been anxiously awaiting the next sequel to The Cavanaugh House. I know you’ve been wondering what Jesse, Joe, Maggie, and Marty have been up to. Introducing (drum roll, please) THE LAST CROSSING. And you can PRE-ORDER your copy today! Publication date: October 31, 2018. Cover Art: Meyette Photography The Last Crossing It was the whistle of the train at midnight that signaled another ghost. Jesse Graham wants to concentrate on planning her wedding to Joe Riley. But try as she might, she can’t escape the spirits who haunt her. Read More
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Karen White Talks about “Grit Lit” and Ghosts
A friend recommended The House on Tradd Street to me because it reminded her of The Cavanaugh House. I read it and became an instant fan of author Karen White. Today, I am thrilled to welcome Karen to my blog. I had so many questions for her, and she graciously answered them all. How does the first seed of a story idea come to you? Does it vary from book to book? Every book is different. And every book has multiple seeds from multiple sources. It’s a miracle when they all come together. Ideas come from the news, both past Read More
Two Perfect Ghost Stories for a Dark, October Evening
Jesse Graham is a ghost-empath. What does that mean? While some psychics and those who are highly perceptive can “see dead people,” others may sense a spirit who has passed over through smell, touch, or sound. Jesse, my protagonist in both The Cavanaugh House and Buried Secrets, senses the presence of a spirit through shared emotion. In The Cavanaugh House, Jesse first hears a sound that indicates Helen Cavanaugh’s presence in the house. The “scritch, scritch, scritch” sound is not readily definable. Initially, I used “scratch, scratch, scratch,” but “scratch” connotes something different for each reader. I wanted a sound Read More
Ghostly Encounters of the Real Kind
Ghosts. Ghouls. Terror. Shivers. Halloween is terrifyingly fun. But what about real encounters with ghosts? Yes, I mean real ghosts. Dad My sister Judy actually saw my father shortly after he passed. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs in the entrance hall of our house. While alive, when retiring, Dad had always perched on the edge of his bed, removed one shoe, dropped it on the floor, removed the other, and dropped it on the floor. Several times my mother and nieces heard the signature “dropping of his shoes” after he passed. As they sat in Read More