The Devil's Serenade - The Demon is Hungry...

Maddie had forgotten that cursed summer. Now she’s about to remember…

When Maddie Chambers inherits her Aunt Charlotte’s Gothic mansion, old memories stir of the long-forgotten summer she turned sixteen. She has barely moved in before a series of bizarre events drives her to question her sanity.

The strains of her aunt’s favorite song echo through the house, the roots of a faraway willow creep through the cellar, a child who cannot exist skips from room to room, and Maddie discovers Charlotte kept many deadly secrets.

Gradually, the barriers in her mind fall away, and Maddie begins to recall that summer when she looked into the face of evil. Now, the long dead builder of the house has unfinished business and an ancient demon is hungry. Soon it is not only Maddie’s life that is in danger, but her soul itself, as the ghosts of her past shed their cover of darkness.

Reviews

"Catherine’s writing is intelligent and brings an elegance back to horror that has been missing for years. The Devil’s Serenade is a true testament to her body of work." - Beneath The Underground
 
“An excellent, back-to-the-basics haunted house story - a Gothic horror which doesn’t get too mired in on itself. The Devil’s Serenade builds a sense of dread, with genuine scares, right up to the climax.” —Daniel G. Keohane, Bram Stoker nominated author of Solomon’s Grave
 
"I absolutely love Cat's books. Hers are very different from what you may be used to. If you've never read one of her books before, I highly recommend you start here” – Cat After Dark
 
“The denouement scared me pale. Read with the lights on...and ignore those noises upstairs.” – Mallory Heart Reviews
 
"This is a haunted house tale as full of memories and regrets as it is demons and spirits. More importantly, it's a story where the house itself is part of the story." - Beauty in Ruins  
 
"I would recommend this book to anyone who is looking for a good creepy story." - FangFreakin-tastic Reviews
 
"Ms Cavendish weaves a mysterious and spine tingling tale." - Just a Little R&R

"Fans of gothic horror are sure to eat this book up" - Examiner.com

“There's plenty of twists, turns, and doubt… horror and ghost-loving fans will really like to sink into this one.”- The Reader’s Hollow
 
 "Great, classic horror. Keeps you turning the pages faster!" - Maddie's Book Reviews

 
 "The Devil’s Serenade is a great, new haunted house tale that is packed with tension and has a few fantastic surprises along the way." - 2 Book Lovers' Reviews

 
 "A great book to curl up with on a stormy night." - Horror Maiden's Book Reviews

 
  "This is definitely a must read. It was hella scary. I couldn’t get enough" - Mello and June's Book Reviews 

 
"Dark and strange... The Devil's Serenade will keep you on your toes and leaving the light on to keep away the shadows." - Bibliophilic Book Blog

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Can the living help the dead...and at what cost?

When Alex Fletcher finds a painting of a drowned girl, she’s unnerved. When the girl in the painting opens her eyes, she is terrified. And when the girl appears to her as an apparition and begs her for help, Alex can’t refuse.

But as she digs further into Grace’s past, she is embroiled in supernatural forces she cannot control, and a timeslip back to 1912 brings her face to face with the man who killed Grace and the demonic spirit of his long-dead mother. With such nightmarish forces stacked against her, Alex’s options are few. Somehow she must save Grace, but to do so, she must pay an unimaginable price.

Available from:

 Amazon 
Barnes and Noble
and other online retailers

 

 Have you ever been so scared your soul left your body? 

All her life, Lesley Carpenter has been haunted by a gruesome nursery rhyme—“The Scottish Bride”—sung to her by her great grandmother. To find out more about its origins, Lesley visits the mysterious Isobel Warrender, the current hereditary owner of Linden Manor, a grand house with centuries of murky history surrounding it. 

But her visit transforms into a nightmare when Lesley sees the ghost of the Scottish bride herself, a sight that, according to the rhyme, means certain death. The secrets of the house slowly reveal themselves to Lesley, terrible secrets of murder, evil and a curse that soaks the very earth on which Linden Manor now stands. But Linden Manor has saved its most chilling secret for last.

 Available from:
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and other online retailers
 

Four hundred years ago, ten convicted witches were hanged on Gallows Hill. Now they are back…for vengeance.

Laura Phillips’s grief at her husband’s sudden death shows no sign of passing. Even sleep brings her no peace. She experiences vivid, disturbing dreams of a dark, brooding hill, and a man—somehow out of time—who seems to know her. She discovers that the place she has dreamed about exists. Pendle Hill. And she knows she must go there.

But as soon as she arrives, the dream becomes a nightmare. She is caught up in a web of witchcraft and evil…and a curse that will not die. 

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and other online retailers 

 

 Don’t hurt Jane. You may live to regret it.

Bullied by her abusive father, Jane always felt different. Then the lonely child found a friend in a mysterious dark lady who offers her protection—a lady she calls her “angel”. But that protection carries a terrible price, one to be paid with the souls of those Jane chooses to suffer a hideous and eternal fate.

When Jane refuses to name another victim, the angel reveals her most terrifying side. Payment must be made in full—one way or the other.

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 and other online retailers

Saving Grace Devine - New Edition Out Now!

“Great characters, great unexpected turns and a climax the feels true to some of King’s less forgiving conclusions” – Matt Molgaard, Horror Novel Reviews

"Prepare to be terrified! Prepare to be captivated!" - Mallory Anne-Marie Forbes at Mallory Heart Reviews

"If you love Gothic literature, Cat's the new author on the prowl... - Erin Al-Mehairi, Oh, For The Hook of a Book

"Wonderfully creepy" Kelly @ Reading the Paranormal

Can the living help the dead...and at what cost?

When Alex Fletcher finds a painting of a drowned girl, she’s unnerved. When the girl in the painting opens her eyes, she is terrified. And when the girl appears to her as an apparition and begs her for help, Alex can’t refuse.

But as she digs further into Grace’s past, she is embroiled in supernatural forces she cannot control, and a timeslip back to 1912 brings her face to face with the man who killed Grace and the demonic spirit of his long-dead mother. With such nightmarish forces stacked against her, Alex’s options are few. Somehow she must save Grace, but to do so, she must pay an unimaginable price.

Out Now - New edition from Crossroad Press!

Available from:

 Amazon 
Barnes and Noble
and other online retailers

Also out now!

 Have you ever been so scared your soul left your body? 

All her life, Lesley Carpenter has been haunted by a gruesome nursery rhyme—“The Scottish Bride”—sung to her by her great grandmother. To find out more about its origins, Lesley visits the mysterious Isobel Warrender, the current hereditary owner of Linden Manor, a grand house with centuries of murky history surrounding it. 

But her visit transforms into a nightmare when Lesley sees the ghost of the Scottish bride herself, a sight that, according to the rhyme, means certain death. The secrets of the house slowly reveal themselves to Lesley, terrible secrets of murder, evil and a curse that soaks the very earth on which Linden Manor now stands. But Linden Manor has saved its most chilling secret for last.

 Available from:

Amazon 
Barnes and Noble

and other online retailers
 

Four hundred years ago, ten convicted witches were hanged on Gallows Hill. Now they are back…for vengeance. 

Laura Phillips’s grief at her husband’s sudden death shows no sign of passing. Even sleep brings her no peace. She experiences vivid, disturbing dreams of a dark, brooding hill, and a man—somehow out of time—who seems to know her. She discovers that the place she has dreamed about exists. Pendle Hill. And she knows she must go there.

But as soon as she arrives, the dream becomes a nightmare. She is caught up in a web of witchcraft and evil…and a curse that will not die. 

Available from:

Amazon
Barnes and Noble

and other online retailers

 

 Don’t hurt Jane. You may live to regret it.

Bullied by her abusive father, Jane always felt different. Then the lonely child found a friend in a mysterious dark lady who offers her protection—a lady she calls her “angel”. But that protection carries a terrible price, one to be paid with the souls of those Jane chooses to suffer a hideous and eternal fate.

When Jane refuses to name another victim, the angel reveals her most terrifying side. Payment must be made in full—one way or the other.

Available from:

 Amazon

 and other online retailers

Maddie had forgotten that cursed summer. Now she’s about to remember…

When Maddie Chambers inherits her Aunt Charlotte’s gothic mansion, old memories stir of the long-forgotten summer she turned sixteen. She has barely moved in before a series of bizarre events drives her to question her sanity.

The strains of her aunt’s favorite song echo through the house, the roots of a faraway willow creep through the cellar, a child who cannot exist skips from room to room, and Maddie discovers Charlotte kept many deadly secrets.

Gradually, the barriers in her mind fall away, and Maddie begins to recall that summer when she looked into the face of evil. Now, the long dead builder of the house has unfinished business and an ancient demon is hungry. Soon it is not only Maddie’s life that is in danger, but her soul itself, as the ghosts of her past shed their cover of darkness.

Available from
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and other online retailers

Linden Manor - New Haunts!

“A memorable ghost story needs two things: a chilling backstory and a terminally isolated setting. Luckily Linden Manor fulfills both requirements so well that I didn’t want to stop reading.” – Long and Short Reviews

  

"There are some TRULY terrifying features, and characters, in this story. So I finished it this morning, in daylight--and I'm STILL scared!" Mallory Anne-Marie Haws (Mallory Heart Reviews)

"Cavendish brings ghostly ancient legends of the land back with her gothic tale."-  Oh! For the Hook of a Book

"Run and hide, far and wide,

Run and hide from the Scottish Bride.

Don’t turn your head,

Lest it be said,

You saw the lace,

On her blackened face.

Don’t you stumble,

Or take a tumble.

Don’t catch her eye,

Or you’ll surely die."

Have you ever been so scared your soul left your body? 


All her life, Lesley Carpenter has been haunted by a gruesome nursery rhyme—“The Scottish Bride”—sung to her by her great grandmother. To find out more about its origins, Lesley visits the mysterious Isobel Warrender, the current hereditary owner of Linden Manor, a grand house with centuries of murky history surrounding it. 

But her visit transforms into a nightmare when Lesley sees the ghost of the Scottish bride herself, a sight that, according to the rhyme, means certain death. The secrets of the house slowly reveal themselves to Lesley, terrible secrets of murder, evil and a curse that soaks the very earth on which Linden Manor now stands. But Linden Manor has saved its most chilling secret for last. 

Excerpt:

Have you ever been so scared your soul left your body?

Don’t laugh, or mock me. One day it could happen to you, for I am just like you. Or I was, before I laid eyes on her. Before I set foot in this cursed place.

Ten years ago, I was plain Lesley Carpenter, mature student of history. College was out for the summer and I had decided on my research project—the real history behind old folk rhymes.

Not for me, the usual nursery rhymes like “Ring a Ring o’Roses”. No, they’d been done to death. I picked something different. A grim rhyme my great-grandmother used to sing to me when I was a small child. My mother hated it. Only later did I discover the real reason why.

“You’ll give the child nightmares,” she would say, but Great-Granny just smiled and chanted it all over again, swinging my hands up in the air as I giggled with glee. I loved Great-Granny Davies. Even in her eighties she knew how to have fun. She’d been a flapper in the twenties and I don’t suppose she ever came to terms with being respectable. I remember the heady aroma of pot all over her house when we went to stay once. My mother and Great-Granny had a row about that and I was never allowed there again.

Great-Granny died just weeks after my eleventh birthday. I still miss her, and that damned rhyme that would spring into my mind when I was least expecting it. The tune was infectious. It went round and round in my head. A simple little hummable refrain that I thought every other child knew, until I found out that no one had ever heard of it before. Well, no one I went to school with, anyway. Of course we lived two hundred miles away from our Davies relatives and it turned out to have strictly local connections. That’s what got me intrigued. That’s why I decided on my research project. And that’s what took me to Linden Manor.

Now I have to tell you, so you’ll know and keep away from the place, and from me too because, you see, I just don’t trust myself anymore.

(Copyright © 2017 Catherine Cavendish)

New edition - out now from Crossroad Press

Available from:

Amazon 

Also out now!

Four hundred years ago, ten convicted witches were hanged on Gallows Hill. Now they are back…for vengeance. 

Laura Phillips’s grief at her husband’s sudden death shows no sign of passing. Even sleep brings her no peace. She experiences vivid, disturbing dreams of a dark, brooding hill, and a man—somehow out of time—who seems to know her. She discovers that the place she has dreamed about exists. Pendle Hill. And she knows she must go there.

But as soon as she arrives, the dream becomes a nightmare. She is caught up in a web of witchcraft and evil…and a curse that will not die. 

Available from:

Amazon
Barnes and Noble

and other online retailers 
 

 

Can the living help the dead…and at what cost?

When Alex Fletcher finds a painting of a drowned girl, she's unnerved. When the girl in the painting opens her eyes, she is terrified. And when the girl appears to her as an apparition and begs her for help, Alex can't refuse.

But as she digs further into Grace's past, she is embroiled in supernatural forces she cannot control, and a timeslip back to 1912 brings her face to face with the man who killed Grace and the demonic spirit of his long-dead mother. With such nightmarish forces stacked against her, Alex's options are few. Somehow she must save Grace, but to do so, she must pay an unimaginable price.

Available now from:

Amazon 

Barnes and Noble

 Coming soon - from Crossroad Press*

 Don’t hurt Jane. You may live to regret it.

Bullied by her abusive father, Jane always felt different. Then the lonely child found a friend in a mysterious dark lady who offers her protection—a lady she calls her “angel”. But that protection carries a terrible price, one to be paid with the souls of those Jane chooses to suffer a hideous and eternal fate.

When Jane refuses to name another victim, the angel reveals her most terrifying side. Payment must be made in full—one way or the other.

Maddie had forgotten that cursed summer. Now she’s about to remember…

When Maddie Chambers inherits her Aunt Charlotte’s gothic mansion, old memories stir of the long-forgotten summer she turned sixteen. She has barely moved in before a series of bizarre events drives her to question her sanity.

The strains of her aunt’s favorite song echo through the house, the roots of a faraway willow creep through the cellar, a child who cannot exist skips from room to room, and Maddie discovers Charlotte kept many deadly secrets.

Gradually, the barriers in her mind fall away, and Maddie begins to recall that summer when she looked into the face of evil. Now, the long dead builder of the house has unfinished business and an ancient demon is hungry. Soon it is not only Maddie’s life that is in danger, but her soul itself, as the ghosts of her past shed their cover of darkness.

*All titles previously published by Samhain Publishing

The Pendle Curse - Strikes Anew!

Four hundred years ago, ten convicted witches were hanged on Gallows Hill. Now they are back…for vengeance.

 “Catherine Cavendish remains one of those rare authors who consistently manage the first-person narrative wisely and well.” – Mallory Heart Reviews

“Dark, dangerous, and more than a little twisted. Just the way I like it!” – Kelly Rubidoux. Reading The Paranormal

“There are plenty of twists and turns to keep you wondering what is going to happen next. Definitely a good read, and I recommend it!” – Fictional Candy

“If you love a great story with witches and things that go bump in the night, you need to try this one!” – Long and Short Reviews

“I would recommend The Pendle Curse, and any of Catherine’s other books, to those who enjoy suspense and supernatural.” – Saguaro Moon Reviews

“The final act unfolds that is nothing shy of spell binding and is worth the price of admission alone. I for one look forward to embarking upon further reading adventures with this tremendously talented author.” – Dave Gammon, Horrornews.net
 
“Finally a proper witch story!” – Scarlet Aingeal Reviews

“This was one of the best witch stories I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading” – Majanka Verstraete, I Heart Reading

New edition - just out from Crossroad Press!

 

 Laura Phillips’s grief at her husband’s sudden death shows no sign of passing. Even sleep brings her no peace. She experiences vivid, disturbing dreams of a dark, brooding hill, and a man—somehow out of time—who seems to know her. She discovers that the place she has dreamed about exists. Pendle Hill. And she knows she must go there.

But as soon as she arrives, the dream becomes a nightmare. She is caught up in a web of witchcraft and evil…and a curse that will not die. 

Excerpt

Rain whipped my hair, lashed at my thin top and streamed down my face. I struggled to keep my eyes open against the force of the howling wind that pushed me back down the hill I seemed to be struggling to climb. Ahead of me, through a billowing mist, a much larger hill loomed, colored charcoal by the storm, naked and exposed to the elements.

Where am I? What am I doing here? I looked down at my soaked jeans and T-shirt.

I fought against the force of the gale and kept trying to turn around and see where I’d come from. How had I got to this unfamiliar place? What had happened to the apartment? If I called for help, would anyone come—or even hear?

“Help me!”

But the wind caught up my words and turned them into little more than an agonized squeak.

My clothes were plastered to me like icy swaddling. My teeth were chattering. I had to find shelter, but I couldn’t see any anywhere. Not even an old shed. In a distant field, sheep, huddled together by a hedge, while I stood here, exposed to the elements in the middle of this field. The animals had the right idea; a hedge had to be better than nothing. At least I could crouch down beside it.

I tried again to move, but could only manage a stagger. I kept being blown off course and my skimpy sandals were hardly adequate for this bleak, muddy ground.

I heard a male voice behind me. I pushed my dripping hair out of my eyes, turned and saw a dark shape moving closer. I couldn’t distinguish his features, but he seemed to be telling me not to move any farther. How did I know that? I couldn’t hear him speak, but somehow I sensed his thoughts. I stopped struggling against the elements and waited, swaying slightly as the wind gusted and threatened to blow me over.

The gale didn’t seem to bother him. His voice drifted over on a gust of wind. “At last I have found you. After all these years.”

I awoke in the same position in which I’d nodded off, the dream crystal clear in my mind. My watch showed ten past two and a gnawing pain in my stomach reminded me I hadn’t eaten.

As I went through the motions of buttering two slices of bread and slapping a slice of ham between them, the dream wafted back—so real I could have been there, except I hadn’t smelled anything. But then you’re not supposed to smell anything in dreams. Everything else had been as if it had really happened. And I would know that hill again if I saw it. Assuming it existed. An involuntary shiver reminded me how cold and wet I’d been.

I looked down at myself. I saw the same jeans, top and sandals I’d been wearing on that hillside. I half expected my clothes to be wet and clinging to me, but that would have been ridiculous. Wouldn’t it?

Back in the living room, the Philippa Gregory lay where it had fallen. No matter. I could find the page later. Besides, I no longer felt in the mood to lose myself in historical fiction. Maybe I’d watch some TV, but ancient reruns of Diagnosis: Murder, talk shows, old films, and comedies that hadn’t been especially funny the first time around reminded me why I rarely switched on the TV before the news at six.

I sat on the settee and memories swam into my mind. Rich and I curled up together, watching our favorite old films like Casablanca, or even a football match. We fitted so perfectly together. I couldn’t imagine ever finding anyone I could feel so alive with. Hell, I didn’t want anyone else. An old saying drifted into my mind: “Why go out for chopped liver when you’ve got steak at home?” Well my “steak” might not be at home anymore, but he still filled my heart and soul.

Always and forever, Rich.
I hit the Off button and tossed the remote onto the settee beside me. Now what?

I should go out. I could go for days without leaving the apartment, until an empty fridge forced me into action.

“You and I used to enjoy our walks. And the exhibitions we went to. Do you remember the Titanic centenary? Of course, that was before we moved here. Do you remember…”

Talking to myself again. It had become a habit. One I couldn’t break. I picked up the broken frame and removed the photograph. An old photo of a group of friends sacrificed its frame, and Rich was once more restored to smiling out from behind a small sheet of unbroken glass. I stroked it and Rich sighed in my mind.

Now, how about that walk?
The sunshine tempted me but the thought of squeezing into the milling throng on the city streets didn’t appeal in the slightest. Antisocial. That’s what I’d become. Not that I’d ever been what you might call a party person.

Then my latest dream swirled back into my mind, along with a clear vision of that distinctive, glowering hill I’d seen in the distance, dominating its landscape.

What if that hill existed? Maybe I’d seen it somewhere and my mind had retained the information in my subconscious. Here, at last, was something that grabbed my attention away from my grief.

I crossed over to the desk and booted up my laptop, entering my password when prompted. Richgirl79. I sighed. It had been funny at the time. A little play on words.

My home page appeared and I clicked onto Google. I hesitated. What the hell should I search for? A hill? I hadn’t the faintest idea where I would find it, even assuming it really existed. Okay, I could narrow the search down to pictures only, but even so a massive search engine like Google would probably throw up hundreds—if not thousands—of entries. Why not try something smaller? I selected a more obscure one from my menu of search engines and typed in “big hill UK” in the query box before clicking Images.

The first of what appeared to be two pages flashed onto the screen. Some of the pictures weren’t even of hills, let alone big ones, but I recognized the Neolithic, man-made Silbury Hill in Wiltshire before moving on to page two. Only a few images here. I dismissed each of them before settling on one—just an artist’s representation. But…

I hovered my cursor over it and clicked. A website appeared, with different landscape paintings, and I found the one that had caught my eye. It looked familiar, but I needed to see photographs. The caption read Pendle Hill. Somewhere inside me, a distant memory stirred.

I returned to the search engine, typed in “Pendle Hill” and clicked. As the page filled up in front of me, I gasped. Image after familiar image flashed up.

I stared at them. It did exist.

I had found the hill in my dream.

Copyright © 2017 Catherine Cavendish
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Also Out Now - from Crossroad Press

Have you ever been so scared your soul left your body?

All her life, Lesley Carpenter has been haunted by a gruesome nursery rhyme—“The Scottish Bride”—sung to her by her great grandmother. To find out more about its origins, Lesley visits the mysterious Isobel Warrender, the current hereditary owner of Linden Manor, a grand house with centuries of murky history surrounding it.

But her visit transforms into a nightmare when Lesley sees the ghost of the Scottish bride herself, a sight that, according to the rhyme, means certain death. The secrets of the house slowly reveal themselves to Lesley, terrible secrets of murder, evil and a curse that soaks the very earth on which Linden Manor now stands. But Linden Manor has saved its most chilling secret for last.

Coming soon - from Crossroad Press*

 

Can the living help the dead…and at what cost?

When Alex Fletcher finds a painting of a drowned girl, she's unnerved. When the girl in the painting opens her eyes, she is terrified. And when the girl appears to her as an apparition and begs her for help, Alex can't refuse.

But as she digs further into Grace's past, she is embroiled in supernatural forces she cannot control, and a timeslip back to 1912 brings her face to face with the man who killed Grace and the demonic spirit of his long-dead mother. With such nightmarish forces stacked against her, Alex's options are few. Somehow she must save Grace, but to do so, she must pay an unimaginable price.

 Don’t hurt Jane. You may live to regret it.

Bullied by her abusive father, Jane always felt different. Then the lonely child found a friend in a mysterious dark lady who offers her protection—a lady she calls her “angel”. But that protection carries a terrible price, one to be paid with the souls of those Jane chooses to suffer a hideous and eternal fate.

When Jane refuses to name another victim, the angel reveals her most terrifying side. Payment must be made in full—one way or the other.

Maddie had forgotten that cursed summer. Now she’s about to remember…

When Maddie Chambers inherits her Aunt Charlotte’s gothic mansion, old memories stir of the long-forgotten summer she turned sixteen. She has barely moved in before a series of bizarre events drives her to question her sanity.

The strains of her aunt’s favorite song echo through the house, the roots of a faraway willow creep through the cellar, a child who cannot exist skips from room to room, and Maddie discovers Charlotte kept many deadly secrets.

Gradually, the barriers in her mind fall away, and Maddie begins to recall that summer when she looked into the face of evil. Now, the long dead builder of the house has unfinished business and an ancient demon is hungry. Soon it is not only Maddie’s life that is in danger, but her soul itself, as the ghosts of her past shed their cover of darkness.

*All titles previously published by Samhain Publishing