Author: BJ Sheldon
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Publication Date: June 2, 2014
Imprint is Book Two of “The Dusty Chronicles”, the sequel to BJ Sheldon’s award-winning debut novel, Haunting. Imprint follows Dusty and Jack through the next stage of their doomed romance.
Sixteen-year-old Dusty Vermeer starts off another school year as Mark Schutt’s girlfriend. At the same time, she continues to hide her feelings for Jack Olson, the ghost who haunts her heart. Other entities make an appearance, and Dusty begins to wonder if seeing ghosts has become a permanent part of her future. Tragic past events resurface and imprint themselves in Dusty’s world. When Jack is ripped from her arms and imprisoned in a dark void, his absence is more than she can bear.
An invisible enemy grows increasingly violent, and Dusty’s health and well-being deteriorate. When she tries to discover what it is that hides in the shadows, Dusty must turn to her family for help and convince her loved ones that she is not insane. Ultimately, she must battle evil, accept her fate and grieve for a love that she was never allowed to keep.
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BJ Sheldon lives outside of Rapid City, SD with her husband, Steven, a veteran of the U.S. military. She is the mother to 3 beautiful daughters, 2 of whom are still living at home and making her crazy. Together, BJ and her husband have a dog and 3 cats who all truly believe that they run the household and the humans are their pets.
BJ is working to complete the final book in The Dusty Chronicles paranormal romance series and already has 3 other future book projects planned, ranging from contemporary fantasy to sci-fi. Most days, she can be found in front of her laptop or reading a good book when she isn’t trying to keep her animals from taking over the world. Her daughters, who range in age from 10 to 19, all appear in her books in one form or another, from personality to attitude and even taste in the opposite sex.
Her favorite authors currently include Nicholas Sparks, Suzanne Collins, Hugh Howey, Isaac Marion, JK Rowling and Guy De’Maupassant, but there is room in her heart for other authors who may catch her fancy in the future.
The fact of the matter was I didn’t want to live without Jack. Just the thought of going the rest of my lifetime without seeing his face gave me a sick feeling somewhere just below my heart. If life was fair, Jack would be a living, breathing guy made of flesh and blood who would wrap me in his arms forever…until death do us part. But as luck would have it, death had already kept us apart. I’d fallen in love with a ghost. He had my heart, and it had become far too painful to allow him to keep it.
Sobs of complete sorrow shook me, but I continued to press on, never missing a note. My face was soaked with the salty dampness from my eyes. Tears fell indiscriminately on to the keys below.
I came to the end of the song, stood up and strode out of the room with a new resolve. It was time to figure things out once and for all. The evil that had taken over my home had to go.
Jack consumed my thoughts. He was the reason my heart beat a little bit faster each morning, the reason I opened my eyes every day, and why my brain couldn’t focus on any one thing longer than a few minutes at a time. He was my world, and as far as worlds went, he was the sole reason why my sun rose each morning. In no way could I exist without Jack at the center of my universe, but in the end, I knew I would have to figure out a way to do just that.
I was only 17 and had an entire lifetime ahead of me. Time would pass, and I would age. Jack would remain the same. I forced myself to come to grips with the fact that Jack would forever be a young soldier—a beautiful boy—while I grew older by the day. It had become apparent that I needed to stop living in a fantasy world and deal with facts.
Jack was dead.
It was time to rid my home of the darkness that had taken over and then release Jack from his perpetual prison. Then we would have to face the inevitable.