Author: E. H. James
Word count: 5,350
Price: 0.99 cents
E. H. James is an author writing novels and short stories in the science fiction, horror, thriller and fantasy genres. Laura, The Visitor’s Room, and The Fifth Floor are paranormal short stories released through Musa, with The Visitor’s Room winning book of the month, for April, in the Mystery category, at Long and Short Reviews.
Tell us about your book:
In The Fifth Floor, you have Jeremy Brogan, a man in his early twenties newly hired to be night watchman at St. Michael’s Hospital. His job is to patrol the empty upper floors every hour of his shift. He assumes this will be easy money, even boring after a while. But a die-hard skeptic of anything paranormal is something he will not be by the time the night is through. You see, he knows St. Michaels reputation for being the most haunted hospital in the country, but he never gave any of that a serious thought. Maybe he’ll think twice next time someone tells him to watch his back…that is if he makes it through this night.
How long did it take to write the book?
What inspired you to write the book?
My love for the paranormal.
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
I love to write; when the ideas come I need to get them down.
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
To expect the unexpected.
Where can we go to buy your book?
Any other links or info you’d like to share?
Web Page: http://ehjames1.wix.com/ehjames#!
Excerpt from book:
“Is this your first night?” the old man asked, standing up from the desk. Where he had been sitting, his head just barely could see—or be seen—over a counter that the desk sat behind. He walked round the counter toward Jeremy.
“Yes, it is.” Jeremy fidgeted with the buttons on his jacket. “I suppose it’s obvious. Isn’t it?” He tried to smile, pressing his lips into a grin. “Actually, I’ve never done anything like this before. I guess I’m a little nervous.”
The old man watched Jeremy for a moment, and then patted him on the shoulder. “You’ll be just fine.” The old man walked back behind the counter to retrieve his metal lunch pail from the desk.
“By the way, my name is Jeremy Brogan.” Jeremy reached over the counter offering his hand.
“Jake.” The old man grasped hold of Jeremy’s hand and gave it a firm shake. “Jake Edwards.”
“Say, do you mind me asking how long you’ve been working here?”
“It’ll be…forty-two years next month.”
Jeremy’s brows moved up on his forehead. “Forty-two years?”
“Yep.” Jake nodded, his gaze wandering. “And not once did I miss a day of work.”
Jeremy leaned his back against the counter. “That’s incredible.”
“Yeah, I guess it is.” Jake shrugged. “Never really thought about it.” He slid his hand over the smooth worn surface of the counter, as he walked back around to the front. “I can honestly say I’m going to miss it.”
“I’m retiring next week.” He paused as though thinking on what he just said. “I’ll tell ya, I’ve been looking forward to this day my whole life. Waiting and dreaming about what I’d do when that day came. But now that it’s here…it’s going to feel strange not coming in here every night.”