Barclay Publicity Review: HER LEGACY by Teresa Crumpton

Published August 4, 2016 by The Author


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Title: Her Legacy
Series: Foster House Legacy #1
Author: Teresa Crumpton
Genre: Suspense
Release Date: July 26, 2016
Length: 99k words
Format: Digital
Digital ISBN: 978-0-692-74841-1

Cover Artist: Danielle Barclay of Barclay Creative



The Foster House

The house is important, and so are you, hexe. The ancient ones foretold this. Yet, we’re still not sure. But we won’t kill you. We have killed before, those that didn’t have the blood. Your ancestors want to protect you; they need to. Blood is the key. He wants your blood.

Peace and harmony must be restored.

A house’s thirst for blood and a family secret are revealed when Alexis, a young empathetic law student, inherits her family’s long forgotten estate, The Foster House.

An empathetic law student is the key.

When Alexis moves in to The Foster House, she is surrounded by ghosts and a mysterious history. A history that is her legacy. But it’s not just the house she needs to worry about. An evil entity has enlisted the help of an ex-special ops Captain, Brenton Young, to manipulate Alexis’s life for his own dark purposes.

A family legacy will be revealed.

As the FBI, NSA, and local police close in on Brenton Young, Alexis enlists the help of her boss and secret crush, District Attorney, Josh Hampton. Together, can they solve the mysteries of the house and discover what her true legacy really is or will the answers they find lead to more questions & mysteries?

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About Teresa Crumpton:
Teresa Crumpton writes dark supernatural thrillers along with poetry, non-fiction and short stories. She started writing when she was young, never thinking one day she’d turn Teresa Crumpton Author Photoher passion into a career. She started writing her novel in eighth-grade, though it’s changed over the years. Teresa’s first novel, Her Legacy, is a haunting ghost story with a little rumored family history within the pages.

Teresa obtained two degrees, Government with an Emphasis in Legal Studies, and English Lit, hoping to get into law school. In 2004 she married the man of her dreams. As they moved around the country her dreams changed. She once again went back to school, this time obtaining a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing, and her writing became not only her passion, but also the fulfilment of a promise to her father before he passed.

Teresa Crumpton grew up in Cincinnati and Dallas/Ft. Worth, making her a hybrid midwest and southern girl. She has five siblings (all half or step), which always made for a boisterous Christmas while traveling.

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Tristan’s ghostly shape appeared next to a large, distorted, nameless gravestone. Why he favored it, Brenton hadn’t a clue, but it appeared to be his favorite spot. Still unable to stare Tristan in the face, Brenton waited at parade rest while he watched the other man absently trace his fingers over the stone. The movement threw dust and snow into the air, enough Brenton could smell the dirt and grime that lay on the stone.

“What news?” Tristan asked. His translucent figure floated inches above the snow covered grass.

“Her uncle’s dead,” Colin said, twitching when Tristan moved around the gravestone to stand facing them.

“I know.” Tristan’s soulless eyes bored into Brenton and Colin. “Has she taken possession of the estate?” The demand was clear in his scratchy voice.

“Not yet. She’s moving. Her loft is packed,” Brenton said, trying to divert Tristan from Colin.

“It has been weeks.” Tristan stomped his ghostly foot, and the grass tips rippled eerily away from the gravestone. “Get her in the manor.” His voice dropped an octave, and Brenton flinched.

“It’s not that simple,” Colin whispered.

“Of course it is. She needs to be in the residence before the winter solstice.”

What would be the best way to tell the demon his demand wasn’t going to get him what he wanted? Either way he might kill them, but it would be the truth. He’d have to deal with the issue and work around it. Might as well bite the bullet and tell him.

“She’s moving in after the holiday,” Brenton said, taking two treads backward. His boots crunching on the snow.

“What do you mean she is not moving in until after the holiday? I need her in before.” Tristan paced, and paced a little more.

Brenton backed up a microscopic bit more, detecting every move the demon took, and noticed Colin do the same. He tried not to stomp on any graves as he moved away from Tristan.

“Stop! Where do you think you’re going? I have not dismissed you yet,” he snarled. “And I am not going to kill you. It is not your doing she is not moving in. I can work around this hiccup. Candlemas, will work, and you will make sure Alexandria meets Lance by then.” His gaze bored into Brenton.


Heather’s Review:

My mom is a huge fan of Gothic fiction. Give her a creaky old house and a dark & stormy night, and she’s your woman. I suppose that’s in my blood to some degree, too. Haunty things are my friend.

The premise of the book is a solid one for the genre: woman inherits family home. Family home is haunted. Not just haunted, it is almost alive in its own right, and it wants her in its clutches. Of course, a bloodthirsty house isn’t quite enough: there’s a nasty character that wants Alexis for entirely different, and more nefarious, reasons.

I liked the creep factor in this story. I wish it had been a little darker, but that’s me. My tastes tend toward the twisted (I was going to say “truly twisted,” but that’s just too many ‘T’s.) Alexis is facing some serious issues.

I’m not sure how I felt about Alexis. On one hand, she gets through some pretty trying stuff in the story, and she has a talent I enjoy–empathy. However, she’s a little…delicate, maybe, for my taste. She seems to faint a lot, that’s for sure! She read very much like an old-school Gothic heroine, the enjoyment of which may be a matter of taste. I don’t get much into a heroine that needs rescuing all the time, at least not in a modern novel.

Then there’s the style. It’s not badly written at all. It’s just a lot. Ms. Crumpton uses the maximum of words to describe thingsThis is appropriate (or at least, expected) in a lot of historical and speculative fiction, where much of the environment is foreign, but sharing too much information in a contemporary piece feels funny. You can portray a room’s character without describing every piece in that room. Sometimes, it’s just a table, not an  Italian art deco 1930’s walnut dining table.

I get it. That’s something I struggle with in my writing  too: you want so badly for a reader to see exactly what you see in your mind. But what I’ve learned as a reader is that I don’t want to hear every detail from the author. I make up much of it in my mind’s eye. That’s the way I’ve come to write. Get the general atmosphere across, and let the reader fill in the rest.

The pacing was also a little unsteady. A lot happens right away, but then things drag for a while. Action came in fits and starts that didn’t feel smooth. It seemed like I never got all the information I was looking for. This is a series, so I’m certain that there will be more answers doled out as things go along, but there needs to be a good dose in each book, too, or it gets difficult to read.

Overall, I found HER LEGACY a decent read–something different for me, which has been the theme this summer. I would be very interested in reading the rest of the series, to see how things develop. This is one of those books that I wish I was a first reader or editor for. There’s so much potential, it just needs a strong edit or two to bring that out. Give it a try for yourself.

I’ll give HER LEGACY:

2.5 batty moons 2.5 Batty Moons!

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