What harm could come from attending a séance? Kellan Brooks is up for anything that might boost her creativity, but finds the event silly until she steps into a crack between her world and a place she could never have imagined.
The local grapevine pushes her cleaning business down the drain, her boyfriend to running damage control, and a steady stream of troubled souls to a mysterious gate that has appeared in her apartment.
Her writer’s block is broken, but the clear voice Kellan hears doesn’t belong to her.
Vanessa Nash reconnects with her father’s old band in search of the secret that went with him to the grave. What had she inherited from him if not his looks?
Her father wasn’t the only death that night. The lead vocalist was driving the car that killed Nash, along with his own singing voice. The guitarist has changed his wicked ways too late to be saved. The drummer continues to cheat on his disabled wife. And Vanessa’s mother will stop at nothing to protect her daughter.
None of them can begin to overcome their demons until a mysterious woman enters their dysfunctional fold.
What Are They Saying
"This suspenseful story both entertains and educates by offering a broad range of opinions about the survival of consciousness after death and what may lie on other side. Scientists, spiritualists, shamans, and skeptics all have their say during the dramatic events that unfold after the “spirit virgin” protagonist’s first séance. The frustrated would-be writer reluctantly embarks on a quest to understand and fulfill a spiritual mission.
Surprising synchronicities lead her to the target of her search and a confrontation with the dark force that has her in its own crosshairs. Warning Signs is a well told cautionary tale packed with the kinds of experiences that parapsychologists love to investigate."
Dave Roberts, managing editor, The Journal of Parapsychology
"Warning Signs will grab your interest from the beginning and keep you turning pages as you can’t wait to know what happens next. Ms. Englehart has a gift not just for writing, but for fleshing her characters and scenes out and interweaving different parts of the story in a way that makes the events real and whets your appetite for more.
This novel will introduce you to some metaphysical and spiritual concepts in an authentic and non-Hollywood, stereotypical way, in keeping what authentic metaphysical practitioners experience. Warning Signs a great read that you won’t want to pass up. When you read the last word, you’ll find yourself wishing that it would go on and wondering what happens next with the characters."
Diane Brandon, Radio Host, Author of "Invisible Blueprints: Intuitive Insights for Fulfillment in Life", & Integrative Intuitive Counselor
"This is a terrific, sometimes funny, sometimes terrifying book, and I recommend it to any fan of urban fantasy, supernatural, or just plain good writing out there."
Mary Ann Peden-Coviello -- freelance editor, skewednotions.com
"Sheila Englehart has a flair for creating quirky characters that are utterly believable whether they're dead or alive."
Carol Roan, Author of Speak Up: The Public Speaking Primer
Chapter One Preview
The essence of truth wafted past her like a concealed cigarette, and she was desperate to capture it on film. Sherman Oaks was the perfect place to begin a film about a fallen star. Hadn’t O.J. lived around there at the time of the infamous white Bronco chase? Stalking seemed slimy, but Vanessa watched the Spanish-style mansion from a rental car like a jilted girlfriend. She dabbed on some lip balm and bit her lips together. Telling herself that the camera wouldn’t suck her soul away, she began her notes hoping some of the footage might be to keep in the actual film. The flashing green light next to the viewfinder mocked her anxiety. She took a few swipes at her hair, blew a fly-away strand from her eyes, and took the plunge.
“Notes for The Guitarist.” She paused, over-thinking how to proceed. After a flutter of her eyelids, she pushed through. “Okay, my father was Jeremy Nash.” She held up a jewel case with a photo of the band and pointed to her father, “He played bass and wrote lyrics for Ursa. Their star was just starting to rise when he was killed the night of their last performance.” God, she sounded like a TV anchor. She willed her gaze to the lens, intent on telling the real story. “I want to know what part of my dad is in me. People always say I got my mom’s looks and my dad’s creativity. But I’m not a musician. I’ve always been into film.” She closed her eyes, already editing, and kept going. He was your father. Be real. “When my dad was on tour, he’d call and say, ‘What’d you make today?’ If I said I took a picture of a rainbow, he’d say, ‘I’ll bet it’s the most colorful rainbow ever captured on film.’ A total Dad thing to say.
“Fast-forward ten years later and I’m forgetting things about him. My memories are from my childhood and silly - his goofy laugh, his bag of laundry by the door, his voice on the phone. His cooking - everything had fruit, even spaghetti. I feel like he’s being erased, like he was just a relative who doesn’t come around anymore.
“I’m doing this film to find him again. Find him in me. I’m looking for answers from the people who knew him best, Benny Begara, Chris Cromwell, and Bud Gaynor of Ursa. Benny survived the accident but lost his singing voice. Let’s hope he doesn’t lose his mind when he finds out I followed him here.”