the Veil (New Sight Book 1)
Summary from Goodreads:
When Cassie agrees to go on a date with her gorgeous new neighbor, she
doesn’t expect the night to end with a glimpse into eternity. Within twenty-four hours she
discovers not only are young women being brutally murdered around her beloved town, but an
ancient evil is using her new neighbor like a puppet to do the killing.
Knowing the police won’t believe her without solid proof, she makes it
her mission to find the evidence they need. Add to that how her cat has started talking to her,
along with seeing ghosts around town, and it’s no surprise that she’s beginning to question her
This is the first book in the New Sight Series - paranormal series about a
young woman whose eyes are opened to the hidden world around her and her compulsion to help
the dead seek answers and justice.
Imaginatively entertaining with light humor and a
quickening pace, C. L. Clark’s interesting new twist on paranormal fantasy is a book series that
readers will not want to pass up.
Excerpt #2 from “Opening the Veil”
Somewhere on the road between Barling Grove and Jefferson, while my body drove on
autopilot and my brain played the meeting with Patricia over and over again, I happened to
glance over at the car that passed me headed to Barling Grove. At first I had no idea why I
looked until I realized it was because I recognized the car. Todd was tooling along to the town I
had just left and judging by the look on his face, that I saw for just the briefest moment, he was
shocked and I’m pretty sure ticked off that I was leaving there.
Now, under almost all circumstances outside of trying my hand at trailing murder suspects, I
drive safely at or under the speed limit depending on weather allowances. Despite having no idea
what would cause Todd to have that mixture of emotions cross his face when he saw me, I
stomped my foot on the gas and drove as fast as my aging Honda would allow, which turned out
to be pretty darn fast actually. When I said “stomped my foot on the gas” I probably should have
mentioned that I looked in the rearview and saw Todd’s brake lights first. Getting back to the
office before he caught up to me seemed like the best course of action.
Although I kept checking my rearview, Todd did not show up as fast as I thought he would,
so I figured he must have lost some time turning around. Either way, I was nervous about living
out a car chase scene on my way back home and didn’t relish the idea of becoming an auto
fatality, so when I reached Jefferson I slowed down to a mere 15 mph over the speed limit.
As soon as it seemed safe, I let my speed climb back up a bit, but I noticed Todd in my
rearview then and how he was gaining on me. Thankfully I made it to Kensington Falls before he
caught up, which meant he would be forced to slow down too and stop at all the signs. It didn’t
give me much of an advantage, but I did manage to park my car and open the office door before
he came to a screeching halt in front. I had wanted to lock the door behind me and even get into
Artie’s office, which Todd didn’t have a key for, but for such a big guy he moved fast and
shoved through the door before I could turn the lock.
I jumped back but slipped and fell on my butt. Before I could scramble backwards out of his
way, Todd was standing over me and pulling me up by my shoulders. He held me in the air that
way, my feet dangling inches above the ground, and stared in my face, breathing hard and
looking ready to kill me. I couldn’t say anything, I just stared in fear, not sure what I could do to
“What were you doing there?” His voice was low and feral sounding.
His breathing was back to normal, but his eyes were on fire, no hint of the flirty creep that
bugged me every day. I was certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was the real Todd, all
pretenses gone, and realized how wrong I had judged him over the years. Maybe he wasn’t
brainy enough to pull off a crime that required planning and finesse, but he was more than
“I said,” he hissed, giving me a ragdoll shake that made my teeth bang together painfully.
“What were you doing in Barling Grove?”
“Visiting a friend,” was all that I could get out in the worst possible squeaky mouse voice I
had ever heard come out of my mouth.
“Don’t lie to me. I know you’ve been checking up on me. Tell me what you were doing
Todd took a couple of hard steps forward, still holding me up as if I didn’t weigh more than a
child, and slammed me into his office door. I heard the door crack and felt my head and
shoulders reverberate with the force. When I opened my eyes he was barely an inch away, his
“I could make you tell me the truth,” he sneered, pulling his face away enough to look down
at my trembling body. “I could take you seven ways to Sunday right now, each one harder and
more painful than the last, until you beg to tell me.”
Pressing himself against my chest, grinding his chest into my breasts, he gave me a
lascivious smirk and then stuck his tongue out and licked up the side of my face as far as he
could reach. When I tried to move my head away from him he ended his act with a bite to my
cheek, hard enough for me to cry out, but not enough to draw blood.
About the Author
C. L. Clark has been a lifetime resident of
the Twilight Zone – seeing every day occurrences and banal objects through slightly skewed,
dark, and creepy glasses. The question usually on her mind is “What if?” followed by any
number of strange ideas which quickly become stories that must be shared.
about where her story ideas come from, she usually smiles mischievously and remarks, “My
fingers have a mind of their own.” Often found peeking under rocks, wandering through
graveyards, and poking her nose into abandoned haunted houses, she has a particular love for
black cats, breaking mirrors, and running with scissors.
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