Virtual NBtM Book Tour and Giveaway - Facets of the Past: No Dark Deed Goes Unpunished by Monique Gliozzi

Welcome to my stop on the virtual NBtM book tour for Facets of the Past: No Dark Deed Goes Unpunished by Monique Gliozzi. This book tour was organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. On my stop, I have an excerpt from the book as well as a guest post about the supernatural from the author. There's also the tour wide giveaway for a chance to win a $15 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card. Be sure to follow the rest of the tour for more content. Enjoy!

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Title: Facets of the Past: No Dark Deed Goes Unpunished

Author: Monique Gliozzi

Publisher: Tellwell Talent

Publication Date: March 27th 2021

Print Length: 132 pages

Genre: Supernatural Thriller

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When Hank Gild is given the opportunity to take up his dream job, he accepts the offer with excitement.

 

As a tour guide at the historical imperial castle on Lake Starnberg, Hank delights his guests with stories of the late Bavarian emperor-his antics, his precious artifacts and the mystery shrouding his death in 1886. But it seems that not all the castle's visitors are of pure heart.

 

Before long, Hank is forced down a path of greed, deception and danger with no way out. A once happy and simple life unexpectedly becomes a treacherous nightmare. Who can he trust? Can Hank save himself before learning the ultimate lesson?

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EXCERPT:

Sliding behind the tapestry immortalizing the king’s coronation, then positioning my flashlight to take full advantage of its beam, I went to work. The old lock cracked within seconds. The click echoing around the room appeared loud to my already adrenaline-laden senses. With a heart pounding like a jackhammer, I reached for the handle, savoring the feeling of cold brass against my clammy palm. The little secret door was finally ajar.

Anyone familiar with old doors would know that they never open quietly, their hinges invariably will creak. This one was no different. A rush of cold musty air rushed past me. Shining the torch, I could see that behind this partition was a short narrow corridor leading to a set of steps. Glancing at my watch, I noted there was still time before a second security sweep would be needed.

Tentatively, I walked into the unknown, first tackling the corridor and steep set of winding stairs to another locked door. As I prepared to pick its lock, images of an archaeological expedition crossed my mind – Tutankhamen. The oppressive musty air, steep dark tunnels and unlawful intrusion were some similarities taunting with my moral compass. I hoped that there were no microorganisms in this space causing a mysterious and deadly affliction or, worse, a curse.

Sweat built on my brow, the tools slipped from between my moist fingers, but eventually I opened the second door, revealing yet another very long tunnel. The ceiling was arched and low, suitable for anyone of shorter stature than my six-foot frame. As I walked bent over like the hunchback of Notre Dame, I calculated the approximate length of this tunnel to be eight hundred yards. Finally, reaching its end, another door beckoned to be unlocked. Putting my skill to good use, within seconds I found myself in a small underground room.

Shining the beam around the space, a sense of uncanny familiarity befell me. Then, at the far end of the antique wine cellar, I recognized a set of wooden steps. I was in the cellar of my cottage! Relieved at having completed this little adventure unscathed, I decided to retrace my steps back to the castle.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Hank!”

Startled, I spun around, my flashlight catching a dark hooded shape emerging from the shadows.

“Who are you? How do you know my name?” The harshness of my tone barely disguised my fear. The figure slowly stepped toward the middle of the room, his head bowed and face still concealed by the hood of what appeared to be a monk’s habit. He stood in silence.

“Who are you?” I demanded. Then, slowly lifting his head toward the light, revealing a sunken midface, sharply jutting jaw, a long beaked nose, and black penetrating eyes, the stranger answered, sending a chill down my spine.

“Call me the Handyman.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Born in Dublin, Dr Monique Gliozzi, a graduate from the University of Western Australia medical school, has a keen interest in forensic sciences and psychiatry. She works as a psychiatrist in Perth, with ties to the UWA School of Psychiatry, where she has had a role as a senior clinical lecturer. Her love for teaching granted her a nomination for an Excellence in Teaching Award in 2016.

Monique also holds an interest in aviation. She trained at the Royal Aero Club of Western Australia, where she obtained a commercial pilot licence. Following this, Monique completed her instructor rating and is now working on a casual basis as a senior flight instructor.

Monique rekindled her passion for writing starting with the fictional thriller Foresight, followed by Hunted and ghostly encounters in Vestige. Her latest book, Diversity, is a compilation of entertaining short stories of different genres.

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GUEST POST:

- Have you ever witnessed anything supernatural?

This is a wonderful opportunity for me to share a little about my own paranormal encounters, which has impacted on my beliefs related to unexplained events of the universe. So, do I believe in ghosts? Absolutely!

Since childhood, I’ve had a fascination with ghost stories, enjoying various tales recounted by my grandmother, whose timing to narrate a hair raising story was impeccable – at dusk. We would sit by the lounge room window sipping hot chocolate, utilizing the combination of muted light creating shadows in our luscious garden as a backdrop. I’d listen to her intently mesmerized by her descriptive ability, hoping that I’d be allowed to sleep with the light on that night.

Years later my first encounter followed shortly after learning about the untimely passing of a cousin. I was walking our dog one afternoon, when suddenly he stopped in the mid stride, sat politely (despite all our efforts of training, Jackson never just posed in this manner), and while wagging his tail vigorously displayed an air of excitement as if greeting a long lost friend. Yet, there was nobody in sight! This lasted a few moments. After I’d acknowledging the departed family member by name and said a small prayer, the Labrador resumed his walk.

On another occasion, during my routine morning jog, out of the corner of my eye I spied a very thin mist-like wave rush past me. It was so quick and subtle that had I blinked at that precise moment, I would have missed it. Given the time of day, I rationalized that it must have been some residual mist evaporating, and continued about my business. Well, how wrong was I! Moments later I felt my Nike baseball cap being lifted off my head and vanish! Abruptly I swung around to retrieve where it should have fallen, but it was nowhere to be found. This occurred on a very still morning. I searched high and low for it in vain. Something had made off with it.

I work as a psychiatrist in Perth, Australia, and there is an old part of our hospital that is a hive of a different energy. The conference room where this took place had once been the nurse’s station of a ward in this old part of the building. While attending a meeting via video link with colleagues from a different service, I felt a heavy presence in the room watching my every move. The atmosphere was thick and temperature unnaturally cold, despite having the heater on full blast. The best way to describe the experience, is when you’re doing an written exam at school and the teacher walks around the desks supervising the process. The presence wasn’t menacing, but I felt that perhaps one of the senior nurses of long ago was still going about her duty, watching and supervising activities, ensuring that order was being maintained.

I’m lucky to say that these events have not been traumatic, rather enhanced my curiosity about the afterlife. However, my stories usually have a more sinister facet which is in keeping with the suspenseful, fast paced and action packed genre of my publications.

Hope you enjoy Facets of the Past.

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GIVEAWAY:

Monique Gliozzi will be awarding a $15 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card to a randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter. Good luck!

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