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NEW RELEASE: “Moonlit Sight” by Britni Hill


Title: Moonlit
Author: Britni
Genre: Paranormal
Cover Designer:
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Date: May 4
th, 2021
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR


What’s a girl to do when she loses her
job, her best friend goes missing, and she starts to see, hear and feel things
that aren’t there?


Moonlight Grove is a small, peaceful town full of familiar faces. It’s
perfect. Until my best friend, Lucy Warren, goes missing.


Enter Simon Caldwell.


The man is attractive. A bit mysterious, and a new face in my sleepy
little town. He’s a paranormal investigator who’s come to Moonlight Grove
looking into reports of the supernatural kind. It all sounds like good TV to
me. When I begin experiencing things I can’t explain, he may be the only one
who can help.


Maybe there’s more to Lucy than meets the eye. What if her disappearance
is linked to all the crazy things happening?


With Simon’s help, I’m determined to find her and to ignore the way he
makes me feel while I do it.

Britni Hill is
a paranormal and contemporary romance author. She spends her days as a
hairstylist, and her nights with the characters in her head striving to write
real, page turning romance.


Britni lives in
Indiana where she was born and raised. She has a rescue pup she adores and an
unhealthy love of binge-watching cheesy, teenage dramas. If she isn’t writing,
she’s reading or watching horror flicks.

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Small little
thumps come from Lucy’s bedroom, and I stop moving. I listen, waiting. It
happens again. Two seconds later, a small white fluff of fur appears in the
doorway. Startling blue eyes blink at me.

It takes me a
minute, but then I realize what I’m looking at. It’s a cat. A kitten really.
Small and furry.

closer, I freeze when another kitten prowls into the open door. Then I do a
double take. The second fluff of fur is identical to the first, down to the
intelligence brimming behind shining blue eyes.

A funny feel
takes hold of me as I stand in the hall staring at them. They both sit,
blocking the door.

Okay …
synchronized sitting.

That’s cool.

One blinks.

Then the other.

Suddenly, I
feel like I’m falling into a dark tunnel. I try to snap out of it, but I can’t
bring myself to look away.

I’m stuck.
Falling deeper.

“What are you
looking at?”

Jumping out of
my skin, I press a hand to my chest.

“You scared
me,” I hiss.

At least he
broke the weird identical kitten hypnosis that was happening.


I point toward
Lucy’s bedroom.


“Oh, cute.”
Simon steps toward them. As if on cue, their tails swish. Left. Then right. And
back to left. He pauses, looking to where I’m frozen in place. “Did you not
know she had cats?”

I look to the
cats, getting a weird murder-y twin vibe from them. Any second now, they’ll
start meowing redrum at me.

“No.” I shake
my head. Simon’s brows pull together as he studies the tail-twitching fluffs of

“You really
think they’re cute?” I don’t. Not at all. They’re creepy times one hundred, and
I can’t put my finger on why exactly. A full-body shudder rolls through me, and
I carefully slink forward.

It feels weird
to go in Lucy’s bedroom without her here, plus I’m not sure I’d be welcome by
the feline security guards, so I bypass it and head to the end of the hall
where her office is. The door is shut as usual.

Come to think
of it, I’ve never been in this room.

I hesitate with
my hand on the knob. Simon steps up behind me, the warmth from his body
invading all my space.

“Do you mind?”
I lean away from him, huffing. The last thing I need is his muscles and yummy
smell clouding my already crazy brain.

“What are you
waiting for?”

Dropping my
hand, I turn just enough to see him over my shoulder. I’m not sure what I
expected to find by coming here. Signs of a struggle? Maybe. A clue to tell me
where my friend is? Probably. But now that we’re here in her space without her
permission and her two weird cats are staring at me, I kind of want to leave.

“I don’t know.
The cats freaked me out. Okay?” I hiss at him.

I push the door
open, and something whispers through the air. Another chill rips down my spine,
and I stop where I am.

“Did you hear
that?” I ask. Simon’s forehead wrinkles, but he shakes his head.

I frown and
listen for it again. But nothing happens.

I’m seriously losing

With Simon hot
on my heels, I make my way into Lucy’s office.

It looks normal
in here too. More oils. Lucy’s laptop. Crystals litter the windowsill. I pick
up a pretty purple one and take a deep breath, rubbing my fingers over the
surface. Something about it soothes me.

Across the
room, a bookcase takes up an entire wall.

There’s nothing
in here that’s going to put me at ease. Nothing stands out. Nothing holds the
answer I’m looking for.

Simon holds a
leather-bound book in his hand. “I think your friend is a witch.”

“What? No.” A
laugh bubbles up.

“This is a
spell book.” He gestures my way with the book in his hand. He grabs something
else from the shelf, holding it up. “This is sage.” He gestures to the three
mason jars filling the shelf next to him. “That’s moon water.”

“Okay, but
that’s not a … real thing.” My lips roll inward. Is it?

“You think
ghosts are real but not witches?” he asks.

My hands go to
my hips. “I never said I think ghosts are real.”

“You don’t
think ghosts are real?” He frowns. “Why did you agree to work with me?”

My mouths
opens, but I’m at a loss for what to say. It’s clear he really believes in all
this supernatural stuff, but I don’t know what I really think.


“This was dumb.
I don’t know why I wanted to come here again,” I blurt, overwhelmed by everything

He’s giving me
a look. One I’ve seen a lot lately. One that says he’s not quite sure what to
think of me.


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