I’ve got a new guest author on my blog today. Please welcome JR Wirth with his newest release, IN PASSING. We connected through a mutual friend *waving to Tammy* and I’m happy to host him. The concept and opening of his book certainly have me intrigued. Just take a look-see…
Thank you, Mae, it’s an honor to be a part of your blog and for you to share your audience. I would like to share my latest, In Passing which was recently released.
The idea for In Passing originally came to me during the “Twilight” frenzy. I wanted to do a paranormal story, but not a werewolf or vampire story that were dominating the written and visual medias. The afterlife was the way I wanted to go, and did.
I’ve worked with a lot of victims of child abuse who were not equipped to deal with their situations. So I decided to not only give them a voice, but also a life and a story. Our heroine, Lizzy, accidently commits suicide in an attempt to deal with an assault by her mother’s boyfriend. She is then taken on an afterlife adventure, by Bart and unexpected visitor. The story moves from first person (Lizzy narrating her adventure) and third person, nine years after the adventure, where the story begins. The story moves back and forth, with parallel adventure, drama, and suspense.
Here’s an excerpt of In Passing as she is transported to a new dire situation:
As promised, I open my eyes to a new dramatic scene. It is cold and sterile here, surrounded by walls of steel. Musty, quiet and dark is the room where we stand. It must be night where we are, but where are we? I feel an overwhelming sense of gloom in this metal container. The air is thick, and reeks of death. Are we in the future? I wonder. Have we been transported to some post-apocalyptic safe room?
“Where have we been transported?” to Bart, I ask. “This place frightens me.”
Bart hears the apprehension in my voice. He pulls me close to blanket my fear. He now puts his finger to my lips and whispers, “Never fear, my love, I will always protect you.”
His physical and verbal touch refreshes my canvas, whitewashing this face of fear. Yet, from the endings of my nerves, the tremors from within do not completely subside. The shivers of dread, I feel, loom just beyond my spinal cord’s reach, waiting to pounce at the drop of a feather.
Bart releases his grip and turns his attention to this room of despair. And though I feel in dire straits, and in need of his constant, reassuring touch, I must let the scene develop. Bart must find the reason for our mission at this location. And, I dare say, we have yet to find the reason for our being together on this extended adventure.
Before he completely disengages, I squeeze Bart’s body one last time. I now allow him to uncouple and examine the room.
Bart walks about the frigid, uncaring concrete floor. He has that detective look again. I trust he will uncover the place, and reason, for our arrival.
Bart stops and peeks through a tiny porthole. The circular window, encased within the exit door, I sense, leads to more darkness, with much greater anguish.
He looks back at me, and says, “I’m not sure where we are just yet. But I think we are at a hospital basement, or a morgue, or something like that.”
“Is it in the distant future that we have been catapulted?”
“It’s hard to say, sweetness. It could be a week in the future, or a decade. Or, for all we know, it could be of the last century. But rest assured, I will protect my sweet Lizzy.”
The endearing words Bart uses again fill me with hope and warmth. But in this room of deep depression, I feel that the words are just that, fillers for hope and peace. I now fear that the words he speaks are only used to keep me calm; like the pills I stole from Mother, they sedate my mind and body. And if that is the case, then he may not feel as strongly for me as I do for him. But is it only the room that generates these disparaging thoughts, which in turn generate these negative feelings? I will delay my judgment, just in case. For now, I will focus my energies on the situation at hand, and see what next may come.
It is dreary here. It is more morose than any situation we have previously encountered.
“A living urn, it is,” I whisper. Then a sudden chill overcomes me, like that brought about by a spooky walk on a dark, empty night, when an unexplained sound, real or imagined, is heard.
“Bart,” in a monotone voice I whisper, “something is very wrong here.”
With concern in his gaze, Bart looks back. Then, with urgency, he checks the door. “It’s unlocked,” he whispers. “I think we are supposed to go this way.” He leans on the door and it opens wide. He puts his arm around me and, with a gently-guiding hug, escorts me out of the dreary room. Bart knows I am frightened.
JR Wirth was born and raised in Southern California. Now hailing from San Bernardino, he was intimately affected by the recent terror attacks, but luckily his family escaped physical harm.
With several pieces published—including a poem and the bestselling series: “Twisted Family Holidays,” along with the epic paranormal, “In Passing,” J R. Wirth is an emerging author. The latest, young adult novel, “Saving Michael,” promises to be his best to date. Utilizing his extensive background in psychotherapy, J.R. exhibits a strong understanding of the emotions of a moment in time, as well as the inner workings of his characters. In all of his works, J.R. Wirth combines ordinary people with extraordinary circumstances to create characters who will jump off the page and straight into the readers’ hearts and minds. Look for J.R. in Goodreads, Barns and Noble, and Amazon.
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