Blog Tour: My Demonic Ghost Series by Jacinta Maree
Title- My Demonic Ghost: Banished Spirits
Series- My Demonic Ghost Book #1
By- Jacinta Maree
Genre- YA Paranormal/Ghosts
Published By- Staccato Publishing
Rachael has traveled to Whitehaven to visit her father, a trek she can not help but dread given his recent descent into madness. Upon her arrival she realizes his deterioration has not only been mental, it’s been physical as well. His death comes as no surprise, but what she discovers soon after, is shocking when his burden becomes hers.
Lock is a banished spirit who must attach himself to a human host in order to hide from those who would drag him back to hell to be destroyed. When he meets Rachael he finds more than a host, he finds an ally.
Together they must defeat each of the seven sins in order to guarantee Lock's safe passage into the Third Realm, a loophole in creation that would allow him to escape hell and have peace at long last. Through their unlikely friendship, other banished spirits flock to them in hopes of a peace they hadn't dreamt possible.
He leaned forward, closing the distance. He didn’t make a sound, though my
heart was pounding hard and loud enough for the both of us. His hand
outstretched, soft cold fingers ready to take a hold of my cheek, to touch me,
keep me still, as he finished his kiss. The distance between us vanished. He
wasn’t a spirit; I wasn’t human. He didn’t act fourteen, and I didn’t look
fifteen. We were just beings falling hopelessly in love with each other,
everything was perfect. But his fingers fell through my skin, and in an
agonised surprise Evan’s smile instantly dropped. Oh, but there is still a
difference… My smile was sad for just a moment.
“Its okay, Lock.”
“Call me Evan.”
With two hands he leaned in and made another attempt to cup my face. A
dark spiral, soft and thin like a broken cloud, looped around us. Evan started
to change colour swiftly and I instantly threw my hand up to stop him.
“I know I was the one who forced you into doing the Forbidden Act and
turning yourself into a human, but you’re stronger as a ghost so I don’t…”
“I’m not doing this for you.”
He continued to lean in, slowly, just as the smoke engulfed the attic. His
fingers tingled at the touch of me; his body filling out into solid build as his
lips, still ghostly, planted onto mine and pressed in with his gradual
transformation. The smoke faded and he held me in my spot. The waft of
lemongrass stung my mouth, the air blooming with the scent of wood and
pine. Fingers shuffled to entangle themselves with my hair. His touch
controlled me. He titled his head and took a hold of my lower lip, drawing it
The wind of his breath sat on the nape of my neck, his head craning in,
lingering his warm mouth at the tip of my ears. “Promise to never forget
Title- My Demonic Ghost: The Reapers
Series- My Demonic Ghost # 2
By- Jacinta Maree
Genre- YA Paranormal/Ghosts
Published By- Staccato Publishing
The day you die is meant to be the end, but for 18 year old Jordon Hastings, his death was only the beginning.
In a dark and twisted world, lost spirits known as Reapers remain behind after death to help collect the spirits from the realm of the living. A new Reaper, Jordon struggles to accept his fate and lingers in the shadows of his mortal life. But when a demon wolf starts to live through his shadow, hunting his family and friends Jordon has no choice but to leave. As soon as he accepts his new role the truth behind the relationship between Reapers and Angelic Hunters is revealed. His loyalty is tested, making him choose between a corrupted God and a single Banished Spirit.
Moving inside was like stepping into a sauna set to incinerate. The further we ventured within the cave, the more the heat escalated and the red-tinted magma pressed against the rocks, cooking the stone walls, making it impossible to touch anything without being burned. The snarling and moaning of people, dragged into insanity and curled up into tight balls, echoed across the hollow vault. All the spirits left conscious were brawling it out using their bare fists, beating each other up and stomping on the loser until they both fell, defeated, to exhaustion.
The room was filled with the robust stench of smoke, the flooding gas seemingly leaking in through the millions of tiny slits and gaps among the cave stones. I moved as Teresa moved. The deeper we walked into the cave, though, the fewer survivors remained. With my eyes focused down I couldn’t help but notice the hundreds of lifeless bodies, all of them spread out like unburied corpses and their skin rubbed raw.
All over them was what appeared to be a moving black sheet that bubbled and blistered like tiny bugs. Oh wait… They were tiny bugs. Each patch of skin was crawling with the dark insects, which were snipping and scratching up and down the bodies in the thousands. It
didn’t look fatal, more of a continuous annoyance. Having the itch of thousands of bugs run up and down your body for hours on end would drive anyone mad, even imagining the tiny pests crawling on me made me shiver.
“Stop! STOP!” Teresa quickly snatched at my arm and pulled me back behind the corner. “It’s her. Don’t look into her eyes. If you go feral I’m leaving you here.”
“It’s like a spell or hypnotism or something. You look into their eyes and you become consumed by them. Now usually the Hunters leave the Reapers closer to the Sins, it allows for more punishment in small amount of time. Don’t look at her, don’t even breathe near her. If I say so, you stop and you hide.”
“If I’m such a liability, why bring me at all?” I felt myself tense with mild frustration. I didn’t
like being treated like a child.
“Can’t have him thinking I came in here to save him. He has to think it was you.”
“Why? Is it really THAT bad that Elliot knows the truth? I can’t imagine having a new friend
would be so terrible...”
“I cannot be friends with someone like him.”
“You clearly like him.” Teresa threw her fist into my neck, missing my jawline but still on target enough to throw me off-balance. “Ouch! What the hell?”
“You have no idea!” she hissed, whilst rubbing her knuckles. “He has no interest in me.”
“Oh…” I lowered my gaze as realization took hold. She had been rejected. Heartache was what consumed Teresa. “So why go to such trouble to save him?”
“Because he’s an idiot,” She whispered under her breath, “He would rather be with a Banished than with me, but even so, I don’t think he deserves to go through this. Now come on, and keep your head down.”
The string of howling, snarling, grunting, and cursing was endless. The smoke was thick and
painted the back of my throat with a musty taste. Every inhale was filling my belly and body with tension. Every exhale only made my muscles and joints tighten more. Without noticing it, my fists had clenched and my jaw went taut, my teeth pressing together as if I was trying to bite back angry words.
The sight of tree-sized canine paws standing on two legs made my eyes flicker up and gawk at the fur-covered body of a demon standing just meters in front of me. Teresa walked, her steps quickening, and I felt myself fall behind, mesmerized by this creature. The beast had both arms pinned to the stone wall, nailed into place by thick, metal spikes through its palm, wrists, and elbow joints. I fluttered my eyes away when I noticed her breasts concealed behind fish scales and her shoulders hunched forward, carrying her bowed head of thick, black hair. I couldn’t see her face as her chest rose and fell with her rapid, agitated panting, like a dog trying to cool its body down.
“Don’t look!” Teresa snatched at my shoulders and steered me away, moments before the
creature snapped her neck up and snarled with a dangerous bark.
“How hard is it to understand simple instructions? Do. Not. Look! That’s a demon Sin you were gawking at; she’s the worst one out of all of them. They even had to chain her up to stop her from attacking the Reapers and Hunters.”
“What the hell is she?” I snapped with too much heat in my voice.
“It’s Wrath, and watch that tone of yours,” Teresa snarled back just as fiercely, before shoving me forward. “Let’s just move quickly.”
Self confessed chocaholic, Jacinta was born and raised in Melbourne Australia with her loving family of five. Even as a child Jacinta had an itch to write. Writing was the one constant hobby she clung to, also trying her hand at piano, flute, tennis, horseback riding and drama.
Jacinta works full time in the family business and spends her afternoons either playing basketball, reading, writing or hanging out with friends. She is always happy to try something new; getting her real estate license, practicing ninjitshu, Zumba and parkour to name a few.
For her future, Jacinta sees herself writing. It is a large part of her identity and something she hopes to continue. Aside from her love of stories she loves Japan and its unique and beautiful culture and history. From their delicious sushi dishes right down to their wooden sandals and kimonos. She is also a huge cat person and loves to snuggle up in front of the fire for a good movie or book. Her favorite genres are paranormal and fantasy but she also loves anything written by thriller writer, Stephen King.