Taylor – Paranormal Operations, Inc. The Haunting of Chapter 4

So… I’m using NaturalReader to do a second round of editing. By using text to voice, I can pick up the “little” stuff I missed in the first round of editing/rewrites. You know, the missing small words that your mind “sees” even if they aren’t really there. I was rolling right along, doing a chapter at a time, making changes, saving them to my main word doc. So I get to chapter 7 and find I have to reboot my PC (Windows Update can be such a nag!). So I checked each chapter in my doc. I got to chapter 4 and… what the heck! It’s GONE! Totally GONE!

Time to panic! I had the wip rough draft but that didn’t have any of my changes. The good news is, with Naturalreader I had saved each chapter as an .mp3 file to listen to later. But how to get that audio file back to a text file? After some Googling, I found an online transcriber.


Only draw back is that, when transcribed, it looks like this:

Rage rolled off Devin in waves.

Shay drew himself up to his full six foot six height.

His mouth tightened and displeasure.

Knock it off.


I had no reason to think this assignment was anything other than what I told you it was.

It seems I wasn’t given all the facts either.

I can assure you.

I will find out who’s decision it was to keep us in the dark.

And why.

I can tell you though part Shay.

A new voice came from the kitchen doorway behind Devin.

So now I have to put the whole chapter back together. Ok, started that, worked all evening on it, and went to bed. Next morning I found that my PC had rebooted itself with a second update (come on Microsoft, you’re killing me here!). And dumb me hadn’t saved my work from the night before. So to make this sad story a bit shorter. I’ve redone most of chapter 4 THREE time! The last time I screwed up and closed it down myself. I’m hoping the 4th time will the last!

So I’m going with this chapter is freaking HAUNTED!


Excerpt – Chapter 34 of Taylor – Paranormal Operations, Inc

“Taylor…” Devon groaned as he opened his eyes, his body stiff from being on the floor so long. He shifted his legs and grimaced as sharp tingles raced up and down his legs. Taylor’s body moved with his, still a dead weight in his arms.

“Taylor!” Devon stared down at her still pale face as his eyes searched for signs of life. “Come on, Mo ghra, come back to me. Open those amazing eyes!” Her body stayed still. Devon glanced up at Aveta standing over them.

“Do something, dammit, you’re a fucking Goddess!” He demanded. “I did what you told me to do and went after her. She was coming back with me!” One hand touched Taylor’s pale blue lips. “Why isn’t she…”

“The athame is preventing her from returning.” Aveta explained. “Only you, her true mate, can remove it before she can travel back to this world.” She looked at Taylor. “There’s no more time, Devon, you have to do it now or she’ll be lost to this world.”

“Remove it?” He glanced up at the Goddess. “How the fuck do I do that? Just yank it out?” Aveta shook her head and sighed.

“You grasp the handle of the blade and smoothly draw it out.” She answered. “Yank it out and you could damage Taylor’s heart and she may truly die.” Devon cursed under his breath and wrapped the fingers of one hand gently around the athame handle. It warmed at his touch and he felt power singing within the blade. His fingers tightened and he slowly started to slide the blade from his mate’s heart.

“Carefully, Devon.” Aveta cautioned. Devon froze, looking up at the goddess with a glare before returning his attention to the athame. Inch by inch he withdrew it from Taylor’s heart until at last the tip of it pulled free. A swell of blood filled the hole it left before starting to spread out, being wicked by her shirt.

“Shit!” Devon bit out as he dropped the bloody athame and pressed his hand over the wound. Instinctively he forced his magic into the wound but as depleted as his magic was, it didn’t slow the flow of blood.

“Fuck!” Devon growled, desperation in his voice. “I can’t stop the bleeding.” A cool touch
brushed the side of his cheek and a wave of pure, light magic rushed through him and into Taylor’s open wound. He watched closely as it started to close from the inside, breathing a sigh of relief as the bleeding slowed, than stopped. Next the wound closed until only a faint scratch remained on Taylor’s breast. Devon’s body tensed as for the space of a few heartbeats nothing happened. Suddenly Taylor’s body jerked and she gasped, drawing in a deep lungful of air. Her eyes, when they opened, swirled a violet color. The paleness of her cheeks gradually turned to a pale pink and the tip of her tongue peeked out from between dry lips, trying to moisten them.

“Dev… Devon?” she sounded confused, lost. He sat up, pulling her with him, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

“Shhh, Mo ghra,” he whispered into her hair. “I have you and we’re both safe.” Taylor’s body trembled as her eyes drifted closed once more and Devon’s arms tightened around her. “Stay with me, love.” He ordered softly, his mouth now next to her ear. “Open those amazing eyes of yours and stay with me.”

Excerpt – Chapter 33 of Taylor – Paranormal Operations, Inc

“Come into the light, Kaden Regan.” Her words more of a command
then a request. A low growl preceded the scowling young man that walked from
the shadows, eyes never leaving the goddess’s face. Aveta gave him a small
smile when he stopped a foot from father’s body. They stared at
each other, one slightly amused and the other wary but defiant.

“You certainly look like Taylor.” Aveta mused as she studied
him. While the man stood taller and more muscular then his sister,
they looked the same. “Except your hair,” she muttered. Where Taylor’s was
midnight black with swaths of silver framing her face, Kaden’s was silver with
swaths of black. She could see the range of emotions as they swirled in his
dark eyes. Anger. Fear. Confusion. This boy… no, this man had seen and
done things that would haunt him forever.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jaden rasped, body
shaking, hands fisted at his sides.

“I am the Goddess Aveta,” Aveta drew herself up,
straightening her spine and seeming to grow a few inches. “I helped bring you
and Taylor into this world. I protected your sister from…” she glanced down
to the body at Kaden’s feet. Kaden’s eyes followed hers and one corner of his
mouth curled up into grimace at the sight of William’s body. It smaller than when the man had lived.

“And me?” He bit out before looking up, angry
gaze locking with hers. “Who was supposed to protect me?” Jaden took a half step
closer to Aveta, almost touching the body at their feet. “Who decide I wasn’t
worthy of being protected like my sister?”

“William wanted a son, he wanted you.” she answered. ” I knew
you would live…”

“Live?” Jaden ground out. “Do you even understand what my
life’s been like? What growing up with that… that… piece a shit of a
father was like?”

“But you did live!” Aveta pressed home her point. Jaden
stepped over the corpse, closing the last foot between them. Aveta, tall in
her goddess form, still had to tilt her head back to meet Jaden’s gaze.

“No, not living,” Jaden sneered angrily, “I was just surviving.”

Drawing in a deep breath, Jaden closed his eyes, working to regain some control over his emotions. Eyes still closed he continued. “Do you understand what my life was like with him?” He opened his eyes , anger still there but now they also held a haunted expression. He didn’t wait for the Goddess’s response before continuing.

“I don’t remember very much of him before my thirteenth birthday,
just lots of different women working to care for me. They never lasted longer
than a year or so. Now I realize he’d kidnapped young women with any
kind of magic in their blood. They were permitted to care for me while he drained
their magic…” Aveta touched Jaden’s arm, stopping him .

“You don’t need to tell me, Kaden, I know full well what your father
did to you.”

A snort escaped him. “You knew he was grooming me to do the same
thing? That he compelled me to fuck countless women from the time I turned
thirteen? You understood those…” his voice cracked. “Girls… women…
died each time I fucked them to steal their magic?” He paused and glared into her
eyes. “You knew all of this but decided to only protect my…” With a
snarl he stepped to the side, breaking Aveta’s grip on his forearm. Jaden’s eyes
moved to the couple on the floor. “Was I so worthless you couldn’t…?”

No!” Now it was Aveta’s turn to be angry. “I… we never thought of you as worthless, Jaden.” She reached out to him. “As much as I disliked leaving
you with him as a babe, I had to. You have your own destiny to fulfill. What
you have endured made you stronger…”

Jaden threw back his head and laughed contemptuously. “Made
me stronger?” The laughter ended abruptly. “What it made me is just like my
father! It made me a murderer.” Turning away, he scanned the floor.

“Kaden, no,” Aveta insisted. “You didn’t kill those girls, your father
did! William wanted you to believe you had, but each one of those countless
deaths came at his hands!” Jaden ignored her comments, spotting the object he’d
been looking for. Bending, he picked up William’s withered heart and clenched
his fist around it. He watched, mesmerized, as thick black blood oozed from
between his fingers and dripped slowly to the floor.