Join me in welcoming Alana Lorens, talking with us today about her new book, REMNANTS OF FIRE.
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I took my first journalism class at Kent State (after the National Guard), and fell in love with the idea of working for a newspaper. Of course, this was back in the 1970s, when people read newspapers on the regular.
In 1981, I got my first job at a small paper very much like the one in REMNANTS OF FIRE, the Ralston Courier. Ours was the South Dade News Leader, and we covered all the stuff that happened south of the Miami Herald’s usual beat, with a soupcon of the Florida Keys thrown in. We could be snobby and say the TV reporters were ambulance chasers, just like the TV reporters do now for the internet guys. We rode in the trenches and the tropical storms and the mango orchards and the salt water. Some of us occasionally snuck out onto the local Air Force Base and took pictures of walking catfish on the flight line. (Not that I’m confessing that. By the Way).
It was a great job. I got to do so many fun things—interview Senators, spend a week at the Hurricane Center, fly an F-14 simulator…. Let’s not talk about that. Even got shot at a couple times. But I never had to deal with the kind of trouble that Sara Woods does when her editor assigns her to investigate a series of deaths that may be attached to a local healing center. Ridiculous, right? Healers are supposed to heal people. Maybe not only themselves…
Remnants of Fire
By Alana Lorens
#supernatural #thriller #vampire #reporter
Book Info
Release Date :August 15, 2023
Amazon
ASIN: B0CFDKZ8BZ
ISBN-10 : 194918756X
ISBN-13 : 978-1949187564
Blurb
Looking for a fresh start, Sara Woods takes a job as a news reporter in a small town. Her first assignment for the Ralston Courier is to investigate a string of deaths, all young women, all her age. To deal
with chronic back pain, she goes to the Goldstone Clinic, a local
healing center with a strange reputation. As local doctor Rick Paulsen teaches Sara how to access hidden energy skills and reveal secrets from her past, police officer Brendon watches Sara’s every move. The deeper she digs into the Goldstone, the harder it is to deny links to the paranormal. Can she figure out what is going on and who to trust before it’s too late?
Excerpt
I asked Rick, “What makes you think this is the fault of someone at the clinic?”“It’s a direct link. She was healthy enough before she went there, except for the migraines. Within a month after she started treating there, she’s on her deathbed.”
“Deathbed?” I bit my lip.
He studied me, still closed off. “She’s very sick. I don’t know if we’ll pull her through this. She might already be gone if...” His eyes narrowed.
“If what?”
“Ted told me you revived her in the ambulance, just by laying on hands.” “Well, I don’t know about that,” I said, embarrassed. “I held her hand, yeah. I wanted her to know she had a friend there.” I left out the part about wanting to share my own strength. Surely that wasn’t what had
happened.
“Let’s get back to the room, and I want to see if you can do it again,” he said. He stopped short before he opened the door. “And not another word about the clinic. There are eyes and ears everywhere.”
Do what again? “I didn’t do anything.” It didn’t matter. He wasn’t listening.
When we got back to Dedra, he looked at the machines, and his face clouded with anger. “Whatever you did in the ambulance, try again. Don’t argue. Don’t think. Just do it,” he ordered.
“If you say so.” I took Dedra’s hand. Nothing happened.
He observed a moment. “You’re not trying.”
“How do you know?” I glared at him, then he pointed to Dedra. I took a deep breath, then concentrated on Dedra, picturing the girl as she’d been during my first days at the newspaper, bubbly and vivacious. The longer I thought about her, I felt a wave of heat, something like the way I’d heard a hot flash described. It came up from my feet, moved through my midsection with a little sizzle and up into my arms, hands, fingers. The beeping of the machines quickened, and I could swear Dedra’s cheeks turned a little pink.
The sound brought my attention back to the room, and I realized I felt weak. My hands slid away from Dedra’s and my knees gave way.
Buy Links
SMASHWORDS EBOOK:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1435752:
Book Trailer https://youtu.be/pWjJT2upVlo
Author Bio
Alana Lorens has been a published writer for more than forty years, while working as a pizza maker, a floral designer, a journalist and a family law attorney. Currently a resident of Asheville, North Carolina, the aging hippie loves her time in the smoky blue mountains.
She writes romance and suspense as Alana Lorens, and sci-fi, fantasy and paranormal mystery as Lyndi Alexander. One of her novellas, THAT GIRL’S THE ONE I LOVE, is set in the city of Asheville during the old Bele Chere festival. She is the author of the Pittsburgh Lady Lawyers series, which draws on her 25 years as a family law attorney in the state of Pennsylvania. One of the causes close to her heart came from those years as well–the fight against domestic violence. She volunteered for many years at women’s shelters and provided free legal services to women and children in need.
She lives with her daughter on the autism spectrum, who is the youngest of her seven children, and she is ruled by three crotchety old cats, and six kittens of various ages.
Author Links
Website http://Alana-lorens.com
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AlanaLorens/
Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4829967.Alana_Lorens
Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Alana-Lorens/e/B005GE0WBC/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/alana-lorens
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