Ghosts of the Past (Delia Daugherty Serials Book 5)

After being followed one night on the local boa When Neve Warren finds an old pair of pointe shoes, a dangerous obsession from the past threatens to replay itself in her present. After being followed one night on the local boardwalk, she realizes the past is never far behind. Cam London, a police officer with his own troubled history, collides with Neve, literally, that night. When Neve finds out the history of the house she is renting and that the threats of the past coincide eerily with those of the present, can Cam keep her safe?

And will Neve put the ghosts of the house to rest?

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Published by Musa Publishing first published December 1st To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Pointe of Danger , please sign up. Lists with This Book. Ballerina Neve is in danger from the outset — she just knows it. She has the relatively recent bit of sadness, but more importantly, she also has that distant threat from a man she hoped she had left firmly in her past. Neve has good reason for concern, but handily, that very concern brings Cam back in touch, with easy-to-believe reassurances.

Ah, we are relieved, and better yet, here is the nicely done kick-off to romance. Greer keeps us guessing with an unpredictable, yet somehow not complex, easy-to-believe plot line. She engages our emotions from start to finish. The beach and tourist-y background are just right for a different, yet still nicely holiday-feeling story set at Christmas.

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Greer's style is extraordinarily straightforward and readable. Her writing fades into the background, to allow her story to take center stage. Gripping from the start, but with its tender moments too, Pointe of Danger combines the best qualities of romance with suspense; blends a Christmas tale with a bit of a thriller.

You will find yourself hoping for mistletoe even while puzzling out the mystery. Jan 18, Delphina rated it really liked it. I really enjoyed this short story by Lisa Greer. I had been wanting to read some her work and this was a great way for me to do so. It had suspense, mystery, and a bit of romance. I was concerned that the main character may make it more difficult for me to connect with her since I am not, nor have ever been a dancer, but Lisa created a very relatable character. I am looking forward to more of her works.

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I have my eye on one of he full length novels: Dec 31, StacyLynn StacyLynn rated it really liked it. This book was quite enjoyable, as it involves a mystery from the past intertwined with a present haunting. There's enough subplots to hold the readers interest. I would describe this short gothic romance story as atmospheric and engaging, and perfect for a holiday read. Hope to read more by Lisa Greer. Kassandra rated it really liked it Aug 07, Danel Olson is a good friend of mine.

He intrigued me with sabbaticals to Romania to study the heart of Gothic roots and we started to exchange ideas. I assisted him with some legal issues relating to his publications and he has encouraged me to branch out from the graphic realism of my poetry into Gothic literature and poetry. He helped me with early drafts of work and encouraged me to continue with it.

What is your writing process? It may be watching a string of gulls floating alongside the container trucks on the Galveston causeway.

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It may be as simple as two glasses clinking together. These things, like seeing the perfect angle for a photograph, trigger emotion and thought. It is not unusual for me to start with one idea, triggered from some rekindled memory, and have it evolve. A lot of people read a poem and assume the narrator is the poet and the poem is about the poet.

But a poet, while being true to the art, is not obligated to tell the reader the truth about an event. The poem, even if short is a story. My stories are aimed at evoking emotional response. Ideas will swirl in my head for short stories, but due to time I often have to file them away. Unlike poetry which I can compose in my head and write down after, fiction has to be developed into a framework before my fingers hit the keyboard.

I can write a short, short story in an afternoon, but it will take a long time to make it satisfy myself that it is something I think others will want to read.

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Do you find writing poetry very different from writing fiction? A poem is a tissue slice on a slide. The poem has to convey enough to bring the reader to the experience of the images and words and emotion; but, even if telling a story, the poem cannot delve into the detail of a novel or even short story. A poem can be inspired by a split second; a sound, a smell, an image. The words can form in my head and over a day or so be completely gelled. Once on paper digital or real I can massage the effort and then declare myself done.

Fiction is planning a wedding. There can be no excess words in a poem. Some publishers may push authors to add hundreds of pages of text in order to make a thicker novel. Converse, fiction can be poetic, but it has to draw in a reader for an extended period. You cannot do that without giving the reader a reason to stay a while in the pages.

The fiction writer is not asking the reader for a drive-by commitment. You want the reader to come into your book, hang his or her coat in the closet and stay for dinner. The reader can easily re-read a ten or twenty line poem, allowing the meaning to piece together as they do.

When William Blatty finished the draft of The Exorcist, he told his publisher that he wanted to go back and add another pages to the book. When someone finishes a novel, you have taken part of their lives from them; fiction has to give them something equally worthwhile in exchange. My intent is to branch out further in my fiction. I am not going to quit the day job; a very demanding and time consuming day job. Instead I will focus on trying to produce short to medium works of fiction along with whatever poetry I write along the way.

I also intend to continue with the more scholarly avenues regarding speculative and gothic films that I have been enjoying some success with lately. The poet William Carlos Williams was both a practicing family physician and one of the most famous American imagistic poets of his time. I consider him an inspiration and aspiration; even if attempting to achieve these possibly schizophrenic outlets is a tall order. My photography goes hand in hand. I often will try to compose poetic pieces centered on photographs.

I hope to continue to explore that. You have mentioned a bit about this, but how has your career as a trial attorney informed your writing? One element of the practice of law that movies and television do not focus on is the fact that an attorney is someone who is usually called in by someone to undo or fix a contractual or emotional mess. Justice, however, is more of a process than a result.

While most people want to take those they meet at face value, the attorney does not have that luxury. We have to assess what we are told; testing it and even prodding it. Lawyers do not make facts, but they do argue from them. A simple gesture can be characterized as malevolent or charitable depending on the side you are on. My training as an attorney, coupled with growing up in a very large and extremely poor family, has stripped away the rose from my lenses.

I tend to see things in harsh tones. I tend to like the appearance of an old house on a gray day than on a sunny one. Existence is not accompanied with a sappy soundtrack. I view humanity as a mass loneliness trying to find ways to connect. No matter how we are loved or whom we love, at the end of the day, it is our solitary thoughts that take us into sleep. It is our singular dreams that guide us in sleep and wake us in a start.

No one else can invade those walls. As an attorney, I see this struggle and often feel the weight of trying to help others who have been unable to sort out their own lives or have others attempt to undo them. This photo for example is a favorite: The two sculptures are unrelated, but when taken at this angle, with a hint of a vignette border, there is the illusion that the stones are moving. The angel in the rear appears to be following the mother and child, but why? Are they simply stragglers in a procession of the lost; or are they warming up for the danse macabre?

The viewer gets to decide. The way the statue of the mother clings to the child and the weathering of her face present a dolor that was very moving to me. It depicts a praying angel; again heavily weathered. When people bury small children, some place these cherubs to reflect the age of the lost child. The smallness and the weathering strike me as sad on an almost ethereal level. The photo of a number of stones standing actually inspired a poem I called Spring Cleaning.

It is very short: In this field of granite. The poem, like the photos, is a complete image. An entire life and loss is reflected in those few lines. The Old Cemetery has weathered many disasters and floods over the past years.

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Many of the stones are broken as well as weathered. Several of these, like the ones I have sent to you are so striking to me. The dissolving and crumbling stone makes even the seeming permanence of death appear transitory. I especially like the economy of the statue with the broken head. No use replacing it when it makes a handy flower pot. Two are of the Virgin Mary in distinct poses; one like a spectre and another like a saddened mother. I liked the mood and the shadows; like the one of the dark cross set in front of the oblivion of the thick fog.

The Old Cemetery has a number of crypts that have not faired well. Often the doors to the chambers are broken or unhinged. Hurricane Ike, which hit in , broke several of them. I like to fancy these as perhaps the escape of the souls from this Purgatory Yard as I call it in the album, which of course I hope to someday translate into a book.