Carly Anders is hearing voices in her head. Another one of her kind is trying to contact her. She knows of the malevolent freaks—others who are eternal like her and seek out the weak to inflict pain upon. For years, Carly has held up huge protective walls to keep herself and her secrets safe. Now, physically and mentally exhausted, Carly needs protection and rest.
She accepts the invitation to visit an internet friend who needs help appraising a collection of antique photographs. The situation is not ideal, but Carly hopes a male presence in her life will deter the determined suitor who haunts her thoughts and dreams.
Daniel Tremont is not what Carly is expecting.
The former funeral director has a secret of his own. Not only is he eternal like Carly, he is her creation from all those years before—her abomination she thought she killed. Daniel has been searching for Carly for years. He knows she is the piece of his life that he has been missing for so long. Now that he has found her, he has no intentions of letting her go.
SEE ME is a cleverly written paranormal romance novella flavored with a bit of horror. We meet Carly and Daniel, who are both eternal and searching for the missing pieces in their life. The reader is not bogged down with tons of fancifully written backstory, but introduced via a love story to two people who through no real fault of their own cannot die and are just struggling to get along with a never ending future. Emotionally driven, we feel their pain, we see their struggle, we elate in their happiness. The beauty of this story is its simplicity. When simple is done right it is beautiful, and SEE ME is beautiful. The quintessential paranormal romance.-CateyBlair, Night Owl Reviews
I've read several of Ms. Bates's stories. Of them all, this is my favorite. I thorougly enjoy a good paranormal and although a fast read, the topic of immortality is explored in an interesting way. Having read the author's bio, I'm aware of her fascination with vintage photography, which is woven nicely into the story. Charlotte/Carly is sympathetic and likeable. Daniel is not just likeable, but a most romantic character. See Me is a nice read for rainy afternoon.--A. Mosa, Amazon UK
The blade slipped from her grasp and sliced her palm as it left her hand and skidded across the floor.
As she struggled to move off of him, his arms locked around her waist. But he was still weak, and she fought him off and somehow managed to get to her feet. Her own blood was coursing from the gaping wound in her hand.
Now to her horror, he was on his knees.
She pressed her palm to her belly to stem the flow of blood and searched in vain for the blade. She had to finish him off before he gained strength.
He was now on his feet, coming toward her in a morbid shuffle. There was no time now. She had to get out, leave town. When her father came home and saw the blood, the mess, and the reanimated corpse, he would know she is pure evil. The town folk will brand her a witch, and they would surely burn her along with her abomination, forever entwining their souls together. But as Charlotte fled the funeral parlor through the back door, a fleeting thought entered her brain, Weren’t their two souls now already entwined?
Grasping her skirt with her bloody hand, she ran as fast as feet would carry her. Through the woods, across a stream, she continued without hesitation. She never looked back. She could never return. She would never see her family again.
Safely away from the town, her pace slowed to a crawl. Her head was dizzy and sick. Her cut hand throbbed without mercy, the blood had slowed down to trickle. She had no idea where she was or how far she had traveled. She had almost no money. A few coins, and the bag of sweets she had bought earlier in the day.
As day turned to dusk, she continued to wander away from any civilization. Finally, she spotted a small house in the distance. A sliver of light was visible from the outside. Perhaps the homeowner would be kind enough to give her a drink of water from his well.
How did this happen, she wondered with misery as she wiped away a fine sheen of sweat from her forehead and made her way to the desolate house. One moment her life had been close to perfect, the next she had discovered to her horror that she was the devil’s spawn, and had to forever flee the life she knew.
Through what could only be a divine miracle, she arrived at the house and used her uninjured hand to rap on the door. After a few minutes, the door opened. A blond man stood before her. Her vision blurred and his features swam. He spoke, but it might have been a foreign language for all she knew. Finally, blackness overcame her and she fell forward into his arms.
When she awoke, Charlotte had no idea where she was or how she got there. In the glow of the candlelight, she saw the blond, handsome stranger as he patted her forehead with a cool, damp cloth. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “You’re safe now.”