Catherine Wade dropping by for Another Time Around

Today’s guest blogger, Catherine Wade, and I joined the Samhain family at about the same time, and throughout the past year (where has it gone, Cate?) we’ve exchanged quite a few emails pondering the “huh?” moments of publishing. Yesterday, Cate’s second book, Another Time Around was released as an e-copy (it’ll be released in print next summer.) Like me, she’s surrounded by a houseful of testosterone. Unlike me she actually has musical ability. Like me? She’s seen ghosts….

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Have you been haunted? Haunted by a memory, by a mistake, by the ghost of your late husband? Brin’s haunted by all three, and the dead husband’s getting a little out of hand. That’s the subject of my new book, Another Time Around. But the question today isn’t what my book’s about, it’s why I wrote it in the first place.

Since I was a little kid, I’ve been fascinated by the so-called occult. I played with Ouija boards and tarot cards, but nothing really cemented my beliefs until I was in high school and met my sister’s friend. Since I was a small child, I’d always felt just odd in my parents’ basement. Not scared, necessarily, but like something was just off. Then I started having dreams about a man wearing a leather tunic with feathers in his hair. He was never doing anything, just looking at me.  Then my sister’s friend came to visit. Our guest room at the time was in the basement, and that’s where she slept. The next morning, she described waking up in the middle of the night to find the exact same man staring at her. Not doing anything, just looking at her.

Want to talk shivers down my spine?

I didn’t know at the time that my sister’s friend was a psychic -  she’s made quite a name for herself in certain circles around the Rocky Mountain area – but I knew in that instant what I had felt, the man I had seen, was real.

It explained so much for me. Why in a certain church in town I always felt I was being watched, why my mother just couldn’t go into the sanctuary without getting jumpy, and why I’d see things out of the corner of my eye only to find the room empty.

As I got older, I started researching the paranormal as a hobby. I’ve always found it fascinating, though I admit I don’t buy the whole thing hook, line and sinker. Still, I think there’s something out there which we can’t explain.

So as I stood in the shower one day (is there a better place to get ideas?) my mind wandered to the paranormal. What if a widow was haunted by her late husband? Not the corner-of-the-eye, dream type haunting. A real, life-like man who could touch her, love her, and completely mess up her life just when she’s ready to move on? Sounded like a book to me. 

So I’ll ask again – have you ever been haunted? Tell me about it.

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If you want to know more about Cate, or read an excerpt of her Another Time Around, or her first book, Let’s Dish, head on over to her website. Or you can follow her on Twitter – @catherinewade. Or MySpace.  Or Facebook.
I’m giving away a copy of her Another Time Around to one lucky commenter – but you have to tell us your ghost story …
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Love haunts…

Brin Maxwell once lived the ultimate rock-n-roll fantasy as the wife of the frontman for Hell’s Fury. It all ended in a flash—literally—with a lightning bolt that took Max’s life and left hers in suspended animation.

Two years later she’s ready to move on, but there’s a stumbling block: her sanity. Max’s ghost has decided to haunt her, and he’s got a bad habit of showing up at the most inconvenient moments. Like when she’s about to plant a long wet one on event planner David Lyle, the man she hopes will resurrect her love life.

David is real, solid, and makes her heart do the tango. He’s also curiously inept at his job—yet he has certain other talents that leave her wondering just what he’s hiding in his shadowy past.

Then there are the death threats. As they escalate from notes slipped under her door to full-scale, Kodak-moment terror, Brin realizes Max’s return is no coincidence. And that the only one she can turn to is David.

The man with the skills to save her life—unless he’s there to take it…

24 thoughts on “Catherine Wade dropping by for Another Time Around

  1. I have never been haunted (that I can recall) or had any experiences like you mentioned. However, there are times that I wonder about my daughter. She has "imaginary" friends like most little kids, but when she talks about her friends, it is not something I would expect to come from a 3 year old. Things about her deceased great grandparents that she would have never met, asks a lot about heaven and dying. Things that her "friends" have told her. And death is not a hot topic of discussion in our house so I don't know where she is hearing it from :)

  2. I once had an experience when I was younger, I was living in virginia and had an apartment in the beach area, really a duplex. The lady who lived in the front one told me about her stuff being moved around and then seeing an old man in her mirror. I was fairly grounded in the earth so was some what skeptical until I had my own experience. I believe who ever or whatever saved my life. I had stayed up late because my two year old kept waking up, finally got him to sleep and dozed off but didn't realize I had, I heard a voice say get up and see to your door and I never would just go open my door without checking to see who was there. I remember thinking I must be dreaming, but then heard the voice again saying the same thing. I woke up abruptly and realized I had dozed off, followed by which I went to the door and listened. I could hear noise but it sounded like it was coming from my window, thought about looking out and then decided if someone was there could be dangerous. I had no phone having just moved there, so took a chance took the kid and ran out my kitchen door and woke up the woman and her navy husband up in the front unit. He took his service revolver and went out while the wife and I called the police. When the police were done investigating I asked one of them if there had indeed been someone out there, and he said someone had been cutting my window screen and they chased him down the beach but lost him, needless to say we moved shortly after that. Protective ghost, gaurdian angel or sixth sense I don't know but was definitley strange given the experiences the lady in front had been having. Best advice never mess with Ouija board they can let in things you really don't want to deal with.

  3. Wow! Amazing story, Ann! Guardian angel? Protective spirit? Makes you wonder.

    Amy, my oldest son has autism, and "sees" things we cannot. We were in an old hotel in Keystone, SD one day, and my son looked at me and said, "Mommy, he wants you to talk to him!" and pointed to an empty corner. He sees the man in my parents' basement, too, and will watch seemingly thin air and laugh at it – which he doesn't do otherwise.

  4. I've had several ghostly experiences, but none like starryann (that's spooky and yet fascinating.)

    We used to live in a house that wasn't too old – it was built in 1983, so I'm not sure if what we encountered were people who had lived in it before us (we did buy it from a widow) or perhaps we were being haunted a farmer who had a house in that spot at some point before.

    My youngest son was one year old when we moved in – I'd go check on him in the middle of the night when he was fussing and I'd turnaround and saw this older man standing behind me. (older, taller than me, thin framed, and ALWAYS grumpy.) He didn't like that he was having to share his room with this baby. I'd tell him to go away, and he'd walk into the closet and disappear – that's why I think there'd been another house in place of ours.

    I never felt comfortable in that room and soon moved my youngest into my eldest's bedroom and got them a set of bunkbeds. (Oh, sheesh, I just realized my youngest reads this blog and I've never dared tell him this story. oh oh) I always figured it was my overactive imagination and never mentioned anything to anyone else, especially to either of the boys.

    The day we moved out, my eldest and I were in our new house and he told me how he was glad to be moving out of the other one because it was haunted. He'd tell me how while he was lying in bed trying to go to sleep(from his bed he could see right down the hall), the ghost of an old man (and he described him perfectly) would walk up the stairs, stand at the top and look down the hallway toward him , scowl, and then walk into Son #2's room. It was spooky. He also said he'd encountered an old woman on the main floor quite a few times – usually around the doorway to the kitchen. And he REALLY didn't like going down in the basement alone. (There was one room down there that creeped me out too – a previous resident had painted a devil/goats head onto the concrete. No matter how many times I painted over it or what type of paint I used, it would bleed through. I ended up covering it with wallboard.) So I wouldn't doubt there was somethign there too. (Yes, I know it was probably all just a chemical reaction, but it still creeped me out.)

  5. Yikes! Chemical reaction or not, that is MAJOR creepy, Leah. Holy cow! (Or goats – whatever.)

  6. Ah, yes, that man and I had quite a night in your parents' guest room, during CFD. Was it 1993? I can't remember, but he was a hottie! LOL

  7. ROFLOL Karla – you never told me that before! Not sure if I ever told you about him, either. Huh. He's quite the fella!

  8. sheesh I am glad I haven't ever seen ghosts. If someone strange came up to me in the middle of the night in my house i'd scream loudly lol. and starryann sounds like someone was watching over you that night.

  9. Okay, go on and enter me, Leah. And thanks for the e-mail. I was slammed this morning when I saw this in my reader.

    My ghost story. We were house hunting with friends. I felt the ghost as soon as I entered. He sat on my right shoulder. Stayed awhile after we left the house, too, like he wanted to know why my friends didn't buy it. (It was too much house for them. But not for me! I'd have loved that family room.)

    Not terribly exciting or scary. He was a nice guy, that ghost was.

  10. I have a sight, I'm not kidding. There are houses I won't go into because, I don't know I just don't know.

    When I was five I had an imaginary friend, he only came at night and he would sit on the end of my bed. Now as I'm older I don't think it was imaginary.

    And one time at a museum I was walking through this bat exhibit. It was hot, suddenly for me it became cold, and something pushed me and passed through me. My hubby caught me and my brother wondered what had happened.

    So I've had several haunting experiences.

  11. The cold thing reminds me of one time we went to a cemetary with my M-I-L. I was riding in the back of the car, and it was HOT! Wanted to tell DH to turn on the AC, but M-I-L didn't like it. When we pulled in, my right thigh became very cold. Nothing else, just my right thigh. Very odd!

  12. I don't think I've ever been haunted, but on my one and only trip to Paris, a man (extremely sexy) seemed to pop up wherever I was in the museum. He was wearing lovely, tailored wool black pants, black turtleneck and, I kid you not — a trench coat! I've always wondered if he was a spy — a missed opportunity at a fling — or both. (Or, I hope not, neither ;-) ).

    Anyway, no haunting, but it is a coincidence story!

    Love your story, Cate! Congrats on the release,

    ~bella

  13. Thanks, Bella! So glad you like it! And thanks to everyone who stopped by today – loving the stories.

  14. I've never been haunted. But my sister swears her house is. She always sees this old man walking around.He's there one second gone the next. She found out he died in that house. I'd be gone.

  15. I've never been haunted but I've had a strange experience a couple of days after my Dad passed away. We were shopping for a few last minute things before we had to go for his funeral and I felt him (my Dad) behind me, he had his arms around me and just smiled and made me feel like everything was ok. It was pretty freaky! I can also feel him in my house….whenever we get a cigarette smell in the house I know he is here. He smoked, we don't.

  16. I remember about a month after my mother in law passed away I woke up in the middle of the night feeling someone grab my foot. I saw my mother in law at the foot of the bed. My hubby still thinks I dreamed it all but I truly think my MIL visited me.

  17. Ah the Ouiji board. Yes. I will never use one again!

    A friend and I made one with some cardboard. My mom had passed away about 3 years before, and we decided to see if we could contact her. We didn't, as apparently she had passed on, and wasn't in pergatory, but whomever we were talking to knew her.

    The things that came out. Weird things that my friend didn't know about me. The board kept saying "new mother, pretty mother". We couldn't figure out what it was saying. Two months later, we found out that my friend was pregnant.

    Creeped me out. I won't use one again!

  18. I was about seventeen, and supposed to be on a date with my current "crush". My best friend and I were waiting at her house to be picked up, and the guys were about twenty minutes late. All of a sudden, Bobby, my date came up behind me and said he and Mike wouldn't be there as planned, but to never think they were standing us up. He handed me his class ring, and asked me to hold onto it for a while. Then he told me to look out the window, and when I turned back around he was gone. We were watching television later, when we saw a picture on the news of a five car pileup on the highway, and the reporter was saying how these two teenage boys saved eight people from the wreck getting them all to safety, and then some drunk drove around the barricade and plowed into the boys, killing them both instantly. Yeah, it was Bobby and Tony, and when he was talking to me, it was at the exact time the drunk hit them. It has been over 40 years and I still have that class ring in my jewelry box.

  19. Nancy's story reminds me of my Dad telling me something. Their neighbor in Northern Ontario was a miner. He'd come home every night the same time. Well, they saw him come home. He waved to my Dad and Grandmother (my Dad was just a kid) and walked up the road to his home. Two hours later they heard that at the time he was walking up the road there had been a cave in and he had been killed.

  20. Great topic, Catherine. I wonder if there's something about basements in the Rocky Mountain area, but that's where the ghost at my parents' house is as well. I can hardly stand to be down there by myself long enough to do my laundry. Most of the time it's just that feeling of being watched when I know there's nobody else down there. However, I actually saw the ghost in the bathroom once, which is why I refuse to use it anymore. I had to shower down there one night because the upstairs tub was being re-caulked and couldn't be used. Well, when I got out of the shower, there was a man's reflection in the mirror. He was fairly tall with dark hair and didn't do anything but just look at him. It was just ultimately creepy. My oldest brother and my sister both say they've seen the same thing in the bathroom mirror down there.

    Oh, and I have to agree that the shower is a great place to come up with ideas. It's where I've come up with some of my best paper topics and thesis statements.

  21. Congratulations, Nancy G and Starryann. You've BOTH won copies of Catherine's Another Time Around. Please email me at Leah DOT Braemel@gmail.com with your choice of format (LIT, HTML, PDF, PDF for Sony, Mobipocket or Rocketbook)

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