Jemma Chase books

The Disciple and Other Stories of the Paranormal

she said. “I can see that.” I could. The woman sitting across from me was bundled up like it was the dead of winter – parka, scarf, beret, earmuffs, gloves, and boots – yet she was still shivering. Admittedly, the air conditioning was blasting. Then again, it was the middle of summer in Phoenix, ...