It’s been a hot minute, but I wanted to share something special with you, since it’s the season and all that! Not everything this month has to be completely creepy, after all…
Meant to Be…Spooked
Falling in love is scary,
especially in these four witty,
otherworldly tales from Meant to Be Press
An anthology of otherworldly love stories from Meant to Be Press authors.
Meant to Be…SPOOKED
Available now on Amazon.
“Parsers and Prejudice” by Emmy Z. Madrigal
Sometimes digital love is all you got.
In a future world, where men are all but extinct, Laney falls in love with her only companion, a male android built to meet her every need. But when a deadly virus sweeps the bot population, she must do everything she can to save the bot she loves.
“Cursed by Cupid” by Naching T. Kassa
Nothing is scarier than love.
Jane Sanders is a professional matchmaker and her new client is to die for. Henry Roberts is a handsome and charming Englishman, someone every woman would want. There’s just one problem. Henry is also ghost, cursed to appear as each woman’s nightmare. Can Jane aid him in his hunt for true love? Or will she experience her first failure and condemn his soul to hell forever?
“The Phone Booth” by M.M. Genet
What would you give for one last chance?
What would you give to talk one last time to someone you lost? Would you give up your savings, your house or car? How about your best friend or a member of your family? After a tornado hits their small town, the names of the missing gradually become the names of the dead. A haunted phone booth might give Ahi one last chance to call his missing girlfriend.
“Cordial Foe” by H.E. Roulo
Magic isn’t found, it’s made
If not for the magic embroidered into her tattoos, Cherry would already be dead. Isaac’s life revolves around duty and protection, so he hardly has time for the rockabilly woman bringing chaos to his mountain. Sometimes, a little chaos is a wake-up call. Too bad what Cherry wants is at odds with what Isaac has to give. His secrets might be worse than hers.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like if the only way to speak to your loved ones was through a supernatural phone booth?
What would you give to talk one last time to someone you lost? Would you give up your savings, your house or car? How about your best friend or a member of your family? After a tornado hits their small town, the names of the missing gradually become the names of the dead. A haunted phone booth might give Ahi one last chance to call his missing girlfriend.
Check out this excerpt for a taste of what “The Phone Booth” has to offer.
The Phone Booth
by M.M. Genet
“You want more than a token of my love for her. You want me to show you how much I’m going to miss her, like everyone in the Cornflower Diner is missing you? That’s the price you want me to pay? I can pay it. Right here. Right now.” He held the small box it in his hand.
Frank stepped back. He flashed Emily an unearthly look of sympathy. The members of the spirit barrier looked to one another and then to the small box in Ahi’s hand.
Margo’s misty form dissipated into nothingness. Galileo gasped. All of the air flew out of Ahi’s lungs. He dropped to his knees and sobbed. He gasped for air reflexively as he clutched the box to his heart.
As he exhaled, his breath hit the freezing air. His breath became a familiar pair of delicate hands. His tears fell to the cold, rich soil and from them, the shoes Margo had hand painted on a rainy day in September became her feet. Galileo jumped around the two feet and meowed madly. Daring to hope, Ahi exhaled a hopeful mix of crying and laughter and Margo’s silhouette took shape. When he whispered her name, his soft breath formed her gentle eyes and the outline of her face.
He was so afraid to touch her, yet more afraid not to. It was his last chance. Unable to restrain all the love he had for her, he wiped away his tears and with the same fingertips, he touched her face. Her smile came to match his and the two laughed.
Ever aware of the death surrounding them and the ticking away of the minutes, Ahi bent down on one knee.
“Do you remember when I was ten and I’d run away from home for like the hundredth time and you came to my tent just past the tree line of Hanson’s farm?”
Margo’s face contorted with bittersweet memories. The throng of ghosts, with their pent up loss, grief, and rage hovered over them, pressing them.
“Right. Well, you came and found me. You brought me a peanut butter sandwich and emptied your jacket pockets of apples you’d swiped along the way. While I ate, you decorated my tent with daisy chains and hung them with clothes pins from your mom’s laundry bag under the sink.” He gulped and opened the box. An old, pawnshop ring, the shape of a daisy with a yellow stone in the center and five white stones around it, shined up at Margo despite the all-consuming darkness. “I know now, you were right. You have to leave and go away for a while so you can come back and take me away from this town.” His throat clenched with the agony of knowing that time would be far longer than he’d ever planned. “Will you, someday, marry me and make me the happiest guy in the world?” he asked, despite tears collecting in his eyes. “Whichever world that may be.”
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