Diane Major – Like Hell Itself

Title: Like Hell Itself

Author:  Diane Major

ISBN: 978-1-291-15132-9

Page count: 132

Genre: Fantasy, Ghost Story

Price: £1.99

 

Author Bio:

Diane grew up in Horden, a mining village in the North East of England and married her husband in 1973. She now has two grown daughters and two grandchildren and is very proud of each and every one of them.

Diane gained her professional qualification in Youth & Community Work at Durham University in 1988. Once qualified she worked in the voluntary sector and then for local government which offered her the opportunity to develop many skills. During her career Diane has worked in Community Development, Youth Work and Adult Learning. Diane enjoyed watching both staff and service users gain skills and grow into confident and articulate people. It was not until Diane was in her 50’s that she returned to study and she was delighted when she successfully gained a BSc Open Degree (Hons) and a PGCE in Leadership and Management.

Diane took early retirement in 2011. She now enjoys spending time with her family, writing, and gardening as well as fundraising for a local charity. Diane worked on her first book; “Children of Fury” for almost 2 years and at the same time completed her second novel “I am Nine.” She has published the first of her ‘Enmitus’ books and has just released a Ghost Story ‘Like Hell Itself.’ All of Diane’s novels are an escape from reality, if only for the time it takes you to read them.

 

Tell us about your book:

Ellen and her friend had a tough time growing up in care.  On reaching adulthood they begin to despair, their whole life seems to go from bad to worse.  It is a rainy afternoon when Ellen decides to risk what little money the two friends have left on a lottery ticket.  To Ellen and Yvonne’s amazement their luck is about to change, or is it?   Yvonne decides to stay in London and start her own business while Ellen moves to her dream house in the countryside situated near the quaint old village of Chipford.  Ellen has just begun to settle into her new home when she begins to dream.  It isn’t long before these dreams turn into nightmares and she begins to wonder when and how this will all end…

 

How long did it take to write the book?

It took me 3 months last winter however it has also took months to prepare for publication.

 

What inspired you to write the book?

I wanted to write something a little different in the fantasy genre.

 

Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?

I write everyday however, the length and amount of time I do it varies considerably depending on what else is going on in my life.  My ideas are purely from my imagination.

 

What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?

Having enjoyed the book and escaped from life for as long as it has taken them to read it.

 

Where can we go to buy your book?

http://amzn.to/SIIX0i  http://amzn.to/TLMzx7

 

Any other links or info you’d like to share?

My Website : www.dianemajorauthor.co.uk

My Blog : http://diane-newauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

My Facebook Book Page : https://www.facebook.com/DianeMajorBooks

 

Excerpt from book:

Chapter 5

Dreams and Nightmares

The next thing Ellen knew she was watching that man at the gate but this time he had his hand on his hip. Ellen nipped herself in the hope that it would wake her from this dream however, it simply hurt. In the distance she saw someone approaching and the man smiled while he waved in their direction. There was a breeze in the air as if the summer was coming to an end. The man was dressed in his shirt and breeches but this time he wore a long waistcoat with his hair hanging loosely down.

When Ellen looked into the distance it soon became apparent that it was a man coming down the hill who waved as he walked towards them and called, “I’m sorry I’m late.”

The handsome man with the amber eyes smiled into the distance and then turned towards Ellen but this man did not look so handsome anymore, he frowned at Ellen and then moved in close. When Ellen saw the man moving closer to her she automatically tried to back away but found she was frozen to the spot. Ellen could feel her heart racing as his face moved directly in front of hers and she sensed his anger and rage. This reaction puzzled Ellen; she did not know the man and consequently did not understand his actions. Maybe it was not her he had the problem with, could it be the man coming down the hill who had enraged him. This was a dream and she desperately wanted to wake up. When she looked into the man’s face with his strong jaw, straight nose and shapely lips it was his eyes that held her as he moved in. The sockets of his eyes had turned dark and the backs of those amber eyes looked like they were burning hot as Ellen saw flames which danced then roared. Ellen was terrified; she tried to back away but could not move. The man was now so very close, he stared at her then Ellen felt her insides begin to tremble. She desperately wanted to turn and run but it did not matter how hard she tried she found it impossible. Ellen’s mind was in turmoil while she tried to think about what she could have done that was so dreadful to have upset this stranger. Suddenly her whole body shivered then twitched as if it had been released and Ellen was wide awake.

Ellen was horrified when she opened her eyes. She found herself standing at the bedroom window looking out to the gate at the front of the house soaked in sweat and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. Ellen wondered why she had walked to the window in her sleep; she had never done this kind of thing before. She scanned the front garden and there was nothing to be seen out there in the darkness. Ellen grabbed the clock at the side of her bed to discover it was five in the morning. Knowing she would never be able to get back to sleep she showered, put on a robe and went downstairs to the main reception room to write down in detail each and every one of her encounters with this man. Ellen decided it was time to record her dreams in case she forgot some minor detail that might help solve this mystery in the future.

Jennifer arrived and made breakfast then prepared a Sunday dinner.

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