Blog Tour: Ameerah by Rebekkah Ford
AMEERAH BLOG TOUR
Ameerah
by Rebekkah Ford
Genre: Paranormal Thriller
AMEERAH is Available Now!
Blog Tour: April 11th-25th
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Sometimes even the dead seek salvation.
In 1925, eighteen-year-old Ameerah
Arrowood is murdered in an insane asylum. She finds herself
transported to a dreary realm that turns out to be a recruiting
station for the dark spirits. With animosity in her heart toward
humanity, she decides to join them.
For the next ninety years, Ameerah
possesses soulless humans, living a hedonistic, mischievous and
sometimes vengeful existence, but now she's seeking salvation so she
can crossover and save her lost love who is stuck in the lower world.
Ameerah enlists the help of her dark
spirit friend Derek, who is straddling the line between Heaven and
Hell. She tells him how it all began, weaving between historical
timelines to now, hoping to gain understanding about why her parents
betrayed her and wanting to get rid of the guilt weighing on her
heart. In the end, the unexpected unfolds, throwing Ameerah a curve
ball which changes her forever.
We entered an uncarpeted, vacant
hallway that branched out on both ends. Several metal doors with
bolts lined the walls. The blue paper booties I wore crinkled against
the bottoms of my feet.
“What did they give me?” I asked
when we stepped into the restroom straight across from the room I was
in.
Ann led me to a stall with no door,
only an off-white partition that separated it from the other johns.
“It was a barbiturate used to sedate patients. Sleep therapy is
what some doctors dubbed it.” She continued to talk while I emptied
my bladder, keeping her word to give me as much privacy as she could.
Once I finished, I went to the sink and
cringed at my reflection in the mirror. The right side of my face had
a purple, yellowish bruise across my cheek, and the luster in my
hazel eyes was gone. My complexion had a grayish cast. Whatever was
injected into my body created a carbon copy of myself.
Ann handed me a washrag, and I realized
there was no hot water when I went to dampened it. After I cleaned
off my eyes and face, we headed down the north side of the hall. I
listened to Ann tell me that most of the residents were in the common
room, which explained the eerie silence.
“There you are,” a manly nurse with
thick forearms and a broad forehead said when we rounded the corner
from another corridor. She was heading our way and seemed quite
annoyed.
Ann stiffened but held her head high.
“Ameerah caught my attention. She needed to use the lavatory, and
now I’m taking her to the dining room for lunch.”
“I realize you’re new here, Ann,”
the other nurse said, “but we do not call patients by their first
name in their presence. Each one has a number.” She pointed at me.
“This one is number sixty-four.”
A laugh of disbelief escaped my lips. I
couldn’t help it. What type of place was this, sedating people,
tying them to a bed, and calling them by numbers instead of their
names? I found being called Sixty-four another check in the box under
the dehumanization category. “Excuse me,” I said when they looked
at me, “I don’t know what type of facility I’m in, but
regardless, I have a name. It’s Ameerah. To refer to me by a number
is demonizing my identity, so I’d appreciate it if you would stick
with my name instead.”
The coarse nurse scowled. “We will do
no such thing.”
I made a face. “Why? What’s the
purpose in such a demoralizing act? And what the hell is this place?”
Still scowling the nurse snapped,
“Watch your mouth.”
“You’re in an insane asylum,” Ann
said.
Rebekkah Ford grew up in a family that
dealt with the paranormal world. Her parents Charlie and Geri Wilhelm
were the directors of the UFO Investigator's League in Fairfield,
Ohio. They also investigated ghost hauntings and Bigfoot sightings in
addition to extraterrestrial cases. Growing up in this type of
environment and having the passion for writing stories is what drove
Rebekkah at an early age to write tales dealing with the paranormal
world. Her fascination with the unknown is what led her to write
the Beyond the Eyes trilogy, its companion Tangled
Roots, and Ameerah.
Rebekkah resides in rural North Dakota,
in a farming community of about 1,800 people and loves where she
lives. She has an irreverent sense of humor, loves coffee, and yummy
food makes her happy. She also loves books, history, antiques,
animals, connecting with her fans and other authors, as well as
watching her favorite TV shows.
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