Chilling new release by bestselling author Shani Struthers

It's time again to draw the curtains and hide behind the sofa: bestselling author of paranormal mystery fiction, Shani Struthers, has a new title out: 44 Gilmore Street! Sounds like a scary place to me...

I'm therefore delighted to welcome Shani back here to celebrate. And she's sharing a sneaky teaser of 44 Gilmore Street. Wishing you much success with your new title, Shani! :-)

Now, folks, prepare for the thrill!



Blurb – 44 Gilmore Street

“We all have to face our demons at some point.”


Psychic Surveys – specialists in domestic spiritual clearance – have never been busier. Although exhausted, Ruby is pleased. Her track record as well as her down-to-earth, no-nonsense approach inspires faith in the haunted, who willingly call on her high street consultancy when the supernatural takes hold.

But that’s all about to change.

Two cases prove trying: 44 Gilmore Street, home to a particularly violent spirit, and the reincarnation case of Elisha Grey. When Gilmore Street attracts press attention, matters quickly deteriorate. Dubbed the ‘New Enfield’, the ‘Ghost of Gilmore Street’ inflames public imagination, but as Ruby and the team fail repeatedly to evict the entity, faith in them wavers.

Dealing with negative press, the strangeness surrounding Elisha, and a spirit that’s becoming increasingly territorial, Ruby’s at breaking point. So much is pushing her towards the abyss, not least her own past. It seems some demons just won’t let go…

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Excerpt – 44 Gilmore Street

     Come on, Ben, where are you?
     Was he hiding? Was that it? Despite his defiance the other day, had they cowed him? If so, he might be more amenable to moving on. And if he were the show would be over. The fuss would die down. Unlike the Enfield case, which went on for months and months, this would be a paltry one-day affair as far as the public were concerned – nothing in comparison, disappointing – certainly not the stuff of books, films and drama. She found herself fervently hoping. Please, please, let it be that easy. What joy if it was! She’d grab Cash, Corinna too, maybe even cajole Theo and Ness into it too, head to the pub and celebrate – buy the first round, the second, even the third. Damn it, she’d buy the entire pub a drink she’d be that relieved.
     “Ben,” she called again. “You need to go to the light. Leave the Gordon family in peace and find peace yourself. And you will find it, Ben, because that’s what there is on the other side, peace. You’re holding on to such negative emotions, but you don’t have to, you can let them go. There’s no judgement in the light either if you’re worried about that – you’ll be welcomed because that’s where you belong. Go, Ben, go now.”
     The atmosphere was as still as a millpond. No creaking of cupboards warning of an attack to come, no mugs hovering threateningly in mid-air, no kettle boiling. Ruby could feel hope radiate from her centre outwards.
     “Has it worked?” Corinna whispered. “Has he gone?”
     “I don’t know, I can’t sense him,” replied Ruby. And she couldn’t, it was as if the room was indeed empty. She dared to let hope envelop her.
     “He has, he’s gone­–”
     “Wait!” The command had come from Ness. Ruby turned to look at her. “Something’s wrong.”
     “But the kitchen’s empty,” began Ruby but Theo interrupted.
     “It’s not the kitchen you’re referring to, is it?”
     From behind them they heard a scream.
     “What the hell–” Ruby swung fully round.
     It was Samantha.
     Cash was already moving forward and the others followed at his heel. The door to the living room was closed – had Samantha done that? Ruby remembered leaving it open. Cash tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge.
     Another scream pierced the air. It wouldn’t be only them who heard it; the reporters were sure to as well.
     “Cash, open the damn door.”
     “Erm… hello… that’s what I’m trying to do here.”
     And he was, she couldn’t deny it. He was throwing the full weight of his body against the painted wood and still it wouldn’t budge.
     “Is there a lock or something?” Ruby said, her eyes lowering to the handle.
     “It’s Ben that’s stopping us,” Ness explained. “He can’t keep it up though, the door will weaken soon. Keep trying, Cash.”
     Cash did as he was told.
     Bitch!
     The word was whispered in Ruby’s ear.
     Fucking stupid bitch!
     It was much louder this time. She whipped her head from side to side.
     “Where are you, Ben? Where the hell are you?”
     “Right now, he’s everywhere,” Theo answered. “His presence is filling this house. Visualise white light and remember, Ruby, words can’t hurt you.”
     No, but implements could and Samantha was in the living room with a ton of them, including the knives. There came a cry from within.

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Psychic Surveys Book Three: 44 Gilmore Street



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