Friday, January 12, 2007

Apparition Part 5

Ok Guys and Dolls Last week I mislabeled Apattrion as part 3. it was actually part 4. Forgive my litte boo boo. So here it is Apparition Part 5. Enjoy!

After sitting down to breakfast with his best friend and an apparition Max left for the shelter. He was still reeling from seeing Josephine, an actual ghost. They could not call her that now hr assumed. If she was really lost from her body, she was not really dead. Over breakfast they had discussed what the best course of action to take to find her body would be. This was New York after all, they were hundreds of hospitals across the tri- state area alone. That did not include long term care facilities, hospices and what if she was at home and some one was taking care of here there? It was a staggering reality to how big their task was. Jared and Max decided to start the search in Manhattan. If they did not find her they would work over to Brooklyn then Queens and so forth. Hopefully they would find her in one of these boroughs. Then they was the matter of getting her back into the body. No one knew how it would work so Max volunteered to do research on that. He had gone from not only a counselor at a shelter but now to a paranormal phenomenon researcher. Max shook his head and he left the building. Life in New York, when you think nothing else will surprise you, you get surprised he thought. He was soon swallowed up by the throngs of New Yorkers as he walked down the block to hail a cab.
Upstairs in Jared’s apartment Josephine paced excitedly. Well she glided more than walked Jared thought at he watched her.
“I had resigned myself to being dead now I may not be dead. Oh gosh I hope I am not dead. I can eat and walk in the park and feel the grass again. Oh! I can go to coffee shops and book stores and shopping. I miss shopping! I can dance again. I loved to dance did I mention that?” Josephine twirled as she spoke.
Jared listened to her go on and one with a small smile on his face. When she twirled, his breath caught, she looked like one a glass ballerina from a music box. “I didn’t know you danced?”
She stopped and looked at him. ‘I didn’t know that either until a moment ago. Things are coming back to me in little bits and pieces.”
“What else do you remember?” Jared said. “Do you know where you lived or where you family lived? That could help us find you quickly. It could give us a place to start.”
“I don’t remember exactly, it hurts when I try to. But when I get the flashed it’s like a light bulb going off in my head.”
“Ok let’s try this, Come over here and sit down” Jared suggested.
Josephine walked over and sat next to Jared on the couch. She looked at him shyly. “Ok I am sitting now what do you want me to do.”
A sliver of excitement ran through Jared with her words but he pushed it aside quickly. “Lean our head back against the cushions and close your eyes. Relax and breathe. Pretend that you are in Central Park in the grass and the sun is on your face. You can smell cotton candy and hear the carousel.”
His voice was gentle as he spoke to her. Josephine could feel the gravelly timber of his voice relaxing her as he spoke to her.
“Now I need you to think back for me Josephine. Not to any specific place, let your mind wander.” Jared continued to talk. He looked and saw he had covered her hand with his own. He wished he could feel her skin. ‘Tell me what you see Josephine?”
“I see a dark street, there is only one street light burning and I am walking…” Josephine made a sound of distress in her throat. She didn’t want to see what was going to happen but Jared voice soother her and she continued. “I am looking for my keys in my purse, I have one of the over sized purses and I can’t find them. I stop to dig inside and some…someone knocks me down from behind. I try to scream but he cover’s my mouth with his hand, his gloves smell like oil. He wants my money and I give him the bag but he drags me…me back into the alley. I start to fight him, I won’t let him, take what he wants. I scream and I fight and I bite him and he bangs my head against the cement. Its hurts so much I see lights behind my eyes. But I keep screaming and he bangs my head again. I can here someone yelling at him barely and he finally moves off me. I touch the back of my head and there’s blood so much of it on my hands and then everything fades away.” Josephine stopped talking and there is silence in the room.
Jared watched her distress as she spoke and he saw the tears trickle from her closed eye lids. He felt a fury was over him, it was all directed to the person who tried to mug and rape the defenseless girl she was two years ago. It was new information but it was not a lot to go one. The crime would have been reported yes. But if the guy ran with her purse she would have had no ID when they took her to the hospital. Unless she could remember where it happened they could not do an effective search with the police.
“Do you remember where this took place honey?” Jared asked softly.
“No…No I don’t I can’t remember! She cried out standing up. Why did that happen to me!? I gave him my purse! He hit my head so hard! Why hasn’t anyone found me!? Don’t I have family that wondered where I was!? I don’t have anyone that cares! That’s why I was alone for so long! She was sobbing uncontrollably.
Jared jumped up. “You have me Josephine!”
“No, no I don’t Jared! You are real, flesh and blood! I can’t even touch you or feel you arms around me. I can’t even feel a kiss, when I slept next to you I could not feel your skin! And I wanted to! If I never get found you’ll be real and I’ll always be a ghost!” Josephine had tears streaming down her face and her arms wrapped around her self.
Jared took a step towards her but she stepped back shaking her head in refusal. Josephine faded away from his sight and from his apartment. He could sense immediately when her presence was gone.
“Josephine!” he called out. “Josephine come back!” But she was gone lost in her own despair. Jared sat on the sofa once again and dropped his head in his hands. He didn’t know what to do right now because everything she was feeling he was as well. He was going to go find her when the evening came in and the park was empty. She was not alone and he was going to be there for her no matter what. She had him now.
Jared did not have to go and find Josephine. She came back later that evening. Jared had spent the rest of the day trying to catch up on business that he had been putting off for the last few days. It was the only thing to do to keep his mind off Josephine. He was working on the shelters finances. His father’s generous donation was divided up between the two teen shelters. It went towards bills and food. He was able to get more blankets and cots there was even enough left over to buy a new TV and video game system for each shelter. Jared made sure all of his workers were well paid and even had a few doctors that knew his family volunteer time and services. He was on the phone trying to get free prenatal care for a pregnant teen at the shelter. He had already found her and the baby a home and got there expense paid until she could work. When that happened he would find safe daycare for the baby. She wanted to be a mother and responsible Jared was going to give her and her child every opportunity. Josephine presence was announced by her usual breeze in a still room. It ruffled the papers on his desk. Jared looked around to see her standing by his window looking out towards the park. He finished up his call and hung up the phone. He slowly walked over until he stood behind her waiting until she spoke.
“I’m sorry for today.” She said softly.
“Why? You can have emotions too. This has been hell on you for the past two years.”
“I should not have taken it out on you. You are trying to help me.” Josephine explained. “I am so tired of being stuck in this limbo, let me be alive or dead but let me be something.”
“You are not dead, you hear me?” He said roughly. “I am not going to find you to just lose you like that.”
“You would be sad if you lost me?” she asked looking up at him.
“Yes I would be.” His answer was simple. “Wait one minute.”
He moved away from her and picked up a remote. Soon the apartment was filled with music. He turned the lights down low and walked back over to her.
“Dance with me?” Jared said holding out his hand to her.
Josephine nodded and placed her hand in his. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Jared could feel her in his heart and that was all he needed at that point. Her energy surrounded him as they began to move to the rhythm of the music.
Jared looked at her as they dance. “At least you don’t have feet for me to step on.” He joked.
“I wouldn’t care if you did.” She replied.
“I wish I could kiss you.” Jared said “But I don’t know how we could”
“Close your eyes and just feel me.” Josephine whispered.
Jared closed his eyes and Josephine did as well. Their lips touched as they continued to move. Jared flesh and blood, Josephine something of a dream and only there in spirit. But for a moment just for a single space in time Jared could feel her. He felt his lips tingle and it spread through out his body hitting him in a place that had not been touched in his life. Standing there dancing with what people would call a figment of the imagination. Jared fell in love with his apparition Josephine.

Interview with Ayn Amorelli

Kelly: Ayn first and foremost from a girl who loves anything paranormal. I have to ask, Why such a love of the paranormal?

Ayn: I’ve always loved mysteries, the more complex, the better.

Kelly: How long have you been writing? What is the muse for such wonderful books?

Ayn: I’ve been writing all my life, ever since I learned how to hold a pencil, and have always been curious about everything I see. To stop my continuous questions, my mother taught me how to read so I could learn the answers, myself. Then too, I was an only child, and had to play by myself at time, so I developed an active imagination. I think my curiosity and imagination and reading and love of words which came from reading from the time I was three all combined to spark the muse.

Kelly: I know your last name has a cool meaning Ayn that has a romantic twist. Care to tell us about it?

Ayn: By a stroke of good luck, I married an Italian whose last name, Amorelli, means ‘Little Lovers’ in Italian LOL, and decided it was the perfect name to use for my steamy romances.

Kelly. You write under both Ayn Amorelli and Ayn Hunt. Tell us why?

Ayn: When I first started writing books, I wanted something simple that people could remember, so I chose my maiden name, Hunt for my Gothics. Then, when I branched into writing steamy romances, I realized my married name of Amorelli would be a perfect fit for that genre.

It also prevents confusion for the readers. When people pick up a book by Ayn Hunt, they expect stories about ghosts, psychotic killers and haunted houses. But when they buy a book by Ayn Amorelli, they know they’ll be reading torrid romances containing graphic sex.

Kelly: Your writing background is amazing! What are you working on now to entice our imagination?

Ayn: I’ve just completed my fifth book, The Wayward Governess, which I’m revising for a publisher who requested it. It’s an historical romance about a young American heiress who gets stranded in London, and goes to work for an unconventional earl as a governess to his two daughters.

Kelly: Where can your readers and fans find out more about you and your books?

Ayn: At my websites, and, where I have excerpts of my books, which can all be bought at, as well as and my publishers.

Kelly: I see you started to host a chat called *Hunts Corner*. Could you elaborate on that and how people can join?

Ayn: This is a brand new writers’ chat on AOL covering news writers can use, which I’m very excited about. Each week I discuss different topics for writers, such as The Dreaded Synopsis: What it is and isn’t; Tricks of the Trade: Promotion; Outlining versus the Pantzer Types of Writing; Good Second Jobs for Writers (and how to get them); Researching Techniques for Historicals, etc.

It’s not in protocol, just a loose question and answer format, where we discuss whatever anyone wants to, which pertains to the Topic.

It comes on every Sunday night at 8 p.m. CST, 9 p.m. EST, in Chapter One. To get on the mailing/reminder list, just send an email to me at and I’ll make sure they start get on it.

Kelly: You have been married for 34 years! I say wow to that. Are these books and your vivid writing part of what keeps Mr. Amorelli happy (smile)?

Ayn: Well, I believe in lots of research for all my books, so of course, hubby and I do a lot hands-on research for my steamy romances

Kelly: What would be the favorite erogenous zone on guys for Ayn Amorelli?

Ayn: Mercy LOL. I think I’ll pass on this question.

Kelly: I like to ask this question. (smile). They Hollywood big wigs loved one of your books and wanted to make it into a movie. Which book would you like to see on the big screen and what superstars would you have play your characters?

Ayn: That’s a hard one. For The Haunting, a good actress to play Jessica would be Nicole Kidman. And for Brent, George Clooney. For Contract Bride, a good actress to play Kayla is probably Catherine Zena Jones and for Bob, Brad Pitt.

Kelly: Ayn what would you want your readers to know most about you?

Ayn: That all my books are packed with entertainment, from the first page to the last.

13 Kelly: Finally Ayn, which would you prefer to see a guy wearing Boxer’s or briefs?

Ayn: Briefs LOL. It shows their, um, you-know-what better than Boxer’s.

Ok Guys and Dolls!
That was the woman who can make a haunting sexy, Ayn Amorelli. Read her short stories and she’ll pull you into a world that will keep you coming back. I’ll be one of those joining *Hunt’s Corner* to take advantage of what she can teach me.
Smooches Luvvies…See you all next week
Dahlia Rose

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Dahlia Rose,

Author, mother, lover, friend she is a rainbow of openness never to be defined. Defining her would be like trying to block a bullet. But, if you tried and happen to stumble upon her in wikipedia, you would find that she has lived nine lives and has warmed a million hearts. She has done more than most and navigated everywhere loving freely and forever changing her hair. A light to this world who uses her being to unfold secrets and keys that lay beneath destinies and blessing. She worships the moon and tattoos her dreams in books. A lioness brought here to conquer the sun with a pen…no war…love as a weapon to win. With Love as her sweater constantly warming you and I with words.

A best selling author of contemporary and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, NC with her five kids who she affectionately nicknamed "The children of the corn” and her biggest supporter/long time love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, Sci-fi and the things that go bump in the night. Books and writing are her biggest passion and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books