Friday, February 28, 2014

Inspiration for Remember The Stars by Natalie-Nicole Bates

Inspiration for Remember The Stars
By Natalie-Nicole Bates



Purgatory. Limbo. The first circle of Hell.

There are a lot of names to describe it, a lot of definitions to cover it. But is there such a thing as a place where people go after they die that lies between Heaven and Hell?



In Remember The Stars, hero Remy Moreland finds himself trapped in a bleak, scary world that although resembles the world he once knew, tends to be unpredictable and torment him relentlessly with visions of what might have been.

Remy is an imperfect man.

He put himself into situations that endangered himself and others. He aggravated family members because he refused to conform to their way of thinking. Finally, he did the unthinkable and landed in this mysterious and often frightening world. A see-saw, so to speak, where he teeters in the center, ready to tip into one world or another.

But one night a Leah Rhodes is literally dropped into his world. Be her an angel or demon or simply an ordinary woman caught up in extraordinary circumstances like himself—Remy is unsure. And this uncertainty is another part of his world.



Is Leah the way out or the way further in?




This ‘state’ of ‘ungrace’ has often fascinated me. Remember The Stars presents the reader with my interpretation of this place between Heaven and Hell, between life and death, light and dark. Will Remy and Leah find their own heaven? Read Remember The Stars, available now from Books To Go Now, to find out.

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Blurb:

For Leah Rhodes, life as she knows it has just changed forever.

Waking in a gutter in the dark surroundings of her distant past, a familiar man stands out in her confusion.
But Remy Moreland has been dead for years.

It soon becomes apparent to Leah that both she and Remy are trapped in a hell of their own making. 
Can one night together not only lead to the way out, but to love as well?


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Excerpt:


“Remy,” she said his name. Where did she know that name from? It wasn’t common. Think, Leah, think. Then it hit her—hard.
She remembered exactly who Remy Moreland was.
He was in the newspaper years earlier. Her mother had shown her a copy. Remy Moreland was involved in a fatal street race. His Porsche had been split in two, killing him and a young woman in another car.
Remy Moreland was dead.
But if he was dead, what was he doing here, alive, and with her?
Sweat broke out on the back of her neck and her vision clouded. This was someone’s idea of an evil, evil joke. She had to get out. She had to find her way home.
Standing, she grabbed the edge of the deck for support. “I have to get out of here,” she mumbled and stumbled her way around the desk.
He grabbed her around the waist. “You can’t go back out there. It’s dangerous.”
She sunk her open palms against his chest and struggled to get out of his grip. “Get off of me, you malevolent freak! You’re dead! You’ve been dead for years!” she blurted.
Immediately, he let go and jumped back from her as if he had been stung.
“What are you talking about? He demanded.
She backed away, ready to make a run for the front door. But the confused mix of anger and disbelief in his contorted expression stopped her.
How could he not know he was dead?
“It was years ago, Remy. You had an accident. It was in the newspaper.”
He tilted his head, his blue eyes huge. “Do I look dead to you?”
Well, he was pale, his blue eyes ethereal. She hesitated, and then spoke. “Now that you mention it…”
“You bitch!” he snapped.
The force of his voice caused her to flinch and she raised her fingers to her throbbing temples. All she wanted at that moment was to get out of this man’s sight and find her way home.
“I’m not dead,” he stated ominously.
“Okay, you’re not dead,” she conceded as she rubbed circles on her temples.
He took a step closer. “As a matter of fact, right now I am languishing across town in a nursing home. I eat through a tube in my belly and piss into a catheter bag. I remain nothing but an emaciated, contorted version of the man I once was.”
She closed her eyes. This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening. None of this was real.
When she opened her eyes, he was in front of her, a macabre grin creasing his handsome features. He lifted a brow. “So, what did you do?”
“Do? What are you talking about?”
“To get here. You know my situation, so what’s yours?”
He wasn’t making any sense. She turned away from him, left the office and began to walk the long hallway to the front door, but he followed her closely.
“Let me guess,” he provoked. “You look like a murder-suicide kind of girl. You’re not wearing a wedding ring, so I’m assuming you shot your boyfriend in the head and then offed yourself in some spectacular way—like jumping off a balcony and splattering on the ground. How could you have known you would wind up here?” he chuckled unpleasantly.
She stopped cold. How could he say such a horrible thing? She turned back to him only to find him mere inches from her. “You’re horrible. You don’t even know me, but you’ve resorted to participating in some sort of evil joke on me. I just want to go home…or wake up.”
“Your life as you know it is over, Leah.”
“What are saying, Remy? That I’m dead?”
“You’re not dead…not quite. This is limbo…purgatory…the first circle of Hell. The most wretched place on earth where you are sent to atone for your sins.”

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