TGIBBF #36 - Bone-Chilling Basements and Supernatural Cellars

Lisa Ricard Claro's assignment - Write a book jacket blurb (150 words or less) so enticing that potential readers would feel compelled to buy the book.


Our book cover image provided by Lisa's daughter, Christina.

My belated effort to fulfill this assignment follows:

Are you a fan of the paranormal? Do you watch today’s paranormal television series (there are several) hoping to see proof of life beyond the physical world?

Join us as we take you on a tour of the paranormal; to explore the dark basements where the unexplained has not only been experienced, but has also been documented. Skeptics are welcome to join us – even if you still don’t believe, we’re sure you’ll enjoy the tour which will include visual documentation, Web sites where auditory evidence is posted, and the researched histories of each location which may explain the phenomena encountered.

We will tell you about locations and cities that offer public ghost tours. Plus, we have information on paranormal research groups who offer occasional “ghost hunting” opportunities to those who are interested. Feed your paranormal addiction today!

TGIBBF Book Blurb Friday, July 22 - Stone Angel

As always, Lisa Ricard Claro hosts Book Blurb Friday in which we are to do the following:

Write a book jacket blurb (150 words or less) so enticing that potential readers would feel compelled to buy the book.

This week our "book cover" for Book Blurb Friday #21 has been provided by Sioux Roslawski. 

If you want to join us, please feel free to share your creativity. What story do you see in this potential book cover?

Andy Stone laid the flower by her grave. He missed her so much these days. She was always able to see him through the difficult times, to help him see the light at the end of the long, dark tunnel. She knew how to comfort him. But, ever since that fateful day in March, he felt so alone and helpless. How would he go on? No one knew him like she did. “Why did you leave me, Terri? What am I going to do?”

The voice came softly, gently, almost whispering: “You’ll be fine, Cuddlebug. Remember my words always. They were true then, they’re true now.”

No one called him Cuddlebug but Terri. He had to be imagining it. “Remember, Cuds. The strength is within you.” Andy looked all around him. All could see was a stone statue of a woman. A woman who looked amazingly likeTerri. Like Terri Stone.