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
My Demonic Ghost is a well written paranormal tale by the incredibly talented Jacinta Maree. I just love this woman’s mind. She has created an amazing world filled with likeable, not so likeable and unforgettable characters. I especially love the descriptions of the Sins. Can’t wait to read more from this talented author.
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.
Movement stirred the mist that surrounded us.
A soft ripple tore through the fog, followed closely by a moving darkness that crawled across
the space. There was an awful cracking of breaking bones as the blackness came to a stop in front of us. Building itself up from the shadows, the creature pulled and fought against the murkiness that had carried it forward. A head of black long hair sprouted out, attached to a slender neck that curved into the torso of a snake-scaled woman. Her waist opened like a spoon, legs replaced with the long, thick tail of an eel that looped around the base of its body. The woman’s face was covered completely by undulating black hair that slowly dripped from her face and fell to the ground.
From her sides grew long, thin limbs; seven arms that stretched out behind her and towered over us like spears. Each hand held a dark wooden mask; seven arms for seven masks. The creature purred in a series of clicks.
“Jordon, this is Mother. She is the gatekeeper to the temptations, the doorway to the Sins.”
Mother clicked at us in her distorted rumble, her voice lost behind the folds of seeping black goo. At her appearance, Raix crept out of the darkness as well. He looked up at the serpent woman, intrigued by her, before whimpering behind me.
“Nice of you to finally show up,” I griped and Raix snorted in reply.
Elliot motioned to First who stepped up and spat the spirit out at Mother’s tail. The shadow
ghost rolled onto his back, breathless and scared out of his wits. Before he even had the chance to run, Mother’s tail lashed out and coiled around his torso, securing him. She sniffed the air around the spirit, passing judgement on him before one of her arms shifted down, bringing a mask to her face. With a snap, the mask was slapped over the planes of her cheekbones and swallowed into the black soup of her hair. The Banished ghost was inhaled through a line of smoke into the mouth and eyes of the mask before he completely disappeared. Mother let her tail unfold before she moved her hand back to the mask, prying it off her skin.
“You send Banished spirits here, to Mother.”
“Where did she take him?” I asked.
“To be destroyed. They are sent here to be broken down, and once they are nothing but waste they are returned to the Spirit World to be recreated into something new.”
“You recycle them?”
“Sometimes. Sometimes they are stored for power.”
“Why seven masks?”
“Seven masks to fit the seven Sins: Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Wrath, Sloth, Vanity, and Envy. Each Banished is marked with the taint of a Sin, which makes them stand out from the rest of the spirits. But they are strong as well; you can’t take on a Banished alone, especially if it’s attached to a human Host. Using the person’s soul, it can conjure up black magic and defeat you; it’s only when Hunters are around that Banished become weakened. You need to break the chains. No Host means no power. Still, best to get backup when you come across them. Just remember, Banished come to Mother. Other spirits go to the Drop Off.”
“Got it. Banished are to be destroyed. Don’t worry; I won’t let it loose next time.”
Now finished with the spirit, Mother broke apart in the same manner that she’d been built, her bones breaking and snapping in half, folding herself back into the darkness that carried her. Then she was gone.
“This is where they took Christophe, isn’t it?”
Elliot lowered his head bitterly. “It’s where they take all Reapers who misbehave. If not to
destroy us, then to torture us into submission. Anyone can call upon Mother, human or spirit, but I don’t know why anyone would want to. That is, unless they are trying to save someone from the Sin world. Even then they are just as likely to get caught themselves. And don’t try calling her on the surface during the day. She hates the sunlight so you can only call her at night, otherwise she won’t appear.”
“How do you know how to find Mother?”
“In the Spirit Realm just call her name, she’ll come. On the surface there is a special chant
that’ll get her to visit you. Binding seven, Mother of us all, move through darkness and reveal my truths. Reveal to me your curse of Sins. Show me my nature at the hands of demons.”
**I’ll be reviewing book 2 when i get time out of my busy schedule**
Top Ten Favorite Paranormal Creatures
Dragons – All time favourite. Dragons have so many different stories and myths behind them it’s difficult to pick what type of dragon I like the best.
Sirens – I’ve always been fascinated by Sirens thanks to their deadly yet beautiful nature. I think I like them because they can be portrayed as both good and evil.
Reapers – Death itself, everything about a Reaper is fascinating. Like dragons, there are many different versions of reapers. I feel like Reapers are the best way to describe fear.
ShapeShifters – I wouldn’t mind having the ability to shapeshift. The possibilities would be endless.
Ghosts – Ghosts completely baffle me. Are they friendly? What do they want? Why are they here? There’s a mystery to ghosts that I can never really wrap my head around.
Banshee – Much like Sirens, Banshee’s are often depicted as evil creatures but I find them to be absolutely fascinating.
Vampires – The old classic, vampires have been a source of fear and desire for a very long time. I find Vampires are like super humans only constricted to the night.
Werewolves – Werewolves are primal and act on their animalistic urges. Though these qualities aren’t something I find alluring, they definitely are fascinating creatures to try to understand.
Mermaids – I don’t know much about the tales of mermaids, but I’ve put them on the list thanks to their darker side. Mermaids, like Sirens, have a twisted urge to drown or kill man. I want to know why.
Angels – Angels are on the bottom of my list only because I find they are usually the most straightforward therefore boring class. But, in some cases, Angels have a twisted side too which makes them more interesting to read about.
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.