Goddess of the Wild Thing
by Paul DeBlassie III
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GENRE: Thriller
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BLURB:
Eve Sanchez, a
scholar of esoteric studies, is driven into unreal dimensions of horror and
hope as she encounters a seductive and frightening man, criminal lawyer Sam
Shear.
Sam introduces Eve to
a supernatural world in which the wicked powers of a surrogate mother’s twisted
affection threaten love and life. Struggling to sort through right from wrong,
frightened yet determined, Eve nears despair.
Goddess of the Wild
Thing reveals the dramatic tale of one woman’s spiritual journey where
metaphysical happenings, unexpected turns of fate, and unseen forces impact her
ability to love and be loved.
In the magical realm
of Aztlan del Sur, a mythopoeic land of hidden horrors and guiding spirits,
Eve, with three friends and a wise old woman, is caught in an age-old struggle
about love—whether bad love is better than no love— and discovers that love is
a wild thing.
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EXCEPRT:
Unending man dramas weren’t necessary to life and
well-being. She was educated, had plenty of common sense, and was street-smart.
Countless members of the male species spoke of her in hushed tones at the
cantina, in university hallways, and at social events when friends and
colleagues were relaxed and enjoying themselves during the cool, high-desert
nights. The thought of hooking up with the most desirable of fantasy felines
for the evening rippled through the undercurrent of verbal exchange. She should
be able to attract the right kind of man, one who was kind and caring and
didn’t bring tidal waves of emotional drama.
Eve had no time to waste. She needed the counsel of her
trusted friend and spiritual guide. This turn of events was unlike any she’d
ever encountered. It was violent and bloody and made her fear for her safety.
This new fellow had seemed genuine, courtly, romantic, and
hot. He gave off a world-wise and street savvy vibe. There was a gentleness and
sensitivity to him, more so than the typical single, middle-aged male on the
lookout for female companionship and mind-blowing times.
However, she’d unwittingly found trouble and needed guidance
from Graciéla, a seventy-eight-year-old wise woman, crone, and seer into
confusing matters of the heart. Graciéla waited for Eve at the Sage
Metaphysical Bookstore where she served as resident manager for an absentee
owner. Even after an exhausting day of seeing one desperate soul after another,
Graciéla agreed that Eve’s situation was critical. She’d stay late for a friend
and frightened soul.
Eve had to park blocks from the store because lately,
downtown had become a hub of clubs, theaters, and trendy restaurants appealing
to a congestion of new money and hot times. Close-in parking was locked up by
happy hour, so blocks away was her only choice. She caught herself looking
nervously from side to side and down twilight-shadowed alleyways as she hurried
along the cracked sidewalk. She felt safer along these edgy streets with
Shirley by her side, a genuine person and mystic cohort.
“Eve, honey . . .” Shirley paused before going on.
Eve knew Shirley hesitated because she was trying to be
conciliatory—not an easy talent for a hard-bitten woman.
The pause passed. “On the other hand, maybe if bad love is
what we get, bad love is just what we take. If there’s something better, I’m in
. . . just saying I’ve never seen it. Till I do, I for one gotta go with what I
get.” Her look toughened. “It’s just not come my way, and I’m not holding a
sure-to-turn-me-blue breath.” A tough attitude toward life, love, and men was
her stock-in-trade.
Eve smiled a bit. She loved her friend and all her rough
spots and edges. There were people who were mean but not nasty, malicious, or
toxic. Shirley was hardened and mean but only when and if she needed to be.
Shirley’s hair floated a few inches away from her shoulders,
static currents conjuring magic. Eve’s peripheral vision caught the streaks of
what she imagined as a bonfire during a war dance. Shirley spoke from experience,
a woman smitten by man potential going south quicker than a rattler hisses and
bites.
Eve kept up her pace as she contemplated Shirley’s words.
Settling for less than what she wanted was no good. It left her cold and empty.
It was definitely no good. Plus, Shirley didn’t know the whole story, only that
gloom about the prospect of men and love had descended, and Eve was taking it
hard.
“Bad love’s a risk, Shirley. No good for me. If I need to
cut this thing short, so be it. But I’d rather see it through. Maybe there’s a
chance that the bad I’m afraid of isn’t there. Maybe I’m blowing it up into
something it isn’t. Maybe there’s good and I’m thinking it’s bad. So if the
good is down deep, real deep—I want to hold on and give it a chance.” Eve pondered
the words as a light rain started up. Then she went on, “I need to hear what
Graciéla has to say. I’d like to give things a chance. I’m not giving up unless
there’s no way out of emotional dead-ends and never-ending heartache.”
Mists formed along the edges of the potholed asphalt and
cracked sidewalks. They twisted and curled, arising out of a subterranean ether
sphere. Usually, they arose during the early morning and hovered inches above
the downtown park’s green expanse, hardly ever at night with its fading daytime
desert heat, and hardly ever along the paved spaces. Darkness descended and pressed
down like a heavy hand, edgy and ominous.
REVIEW
This story will really blow your mind. You will really need to concentrate in order to fully understand this incredible story. This story is a mixture of paranormal & fantasy. The characters take you on a journey of self discovery and adventure. The story was unique and interesting. Eve was one strong woman and I enjoyed reading about her journey along with her sadness and determination. Well written and enjoyable.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Paul
DeBlassie III, Ph.D. is a depth psychologist and award-winning writer living in
his native New Mexico. He specializes in treating individuals in emotional and
spiritual crisis. His novels, visionary thrillers, delve deep into archetypal
realities as they play out dramatically in the lives of everyday people.
Memberships include the Author’s Guild, Visionary Fiction Alliance, Depth
Psychology Alliance, International Association for Relational Psychoanalysis
and Psychotherapy, and the International Association for Jungian Studies.
Website:
pauldeblassieiii.com
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