Author Guest Post: Kenya Carlton (Jaded)

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Hosted by Bewitching Book Tours, today Kenya Carlton will take over an tell us about her latest book Jaded and ghosts...

Black People and Ghosts

Spoiler alert: At the end of the movie The Skelton Key, the Kate Hudson’s character Caroline has been possessed by a black maid that worked for a wealthy white southern family in the 1920’s. As she tests the nice fresh skin of her new body, her brother whose soul has already gotten settled within the shelter of a young lawyer’s bones asked why can’t they ever be black? Caroline replied, “You know the black ones don’t stick around.” (Sic)

The above quote is the crux of the problem with writing African-American ghost stories. There’s no right or wrong; it’s just culturally—black people don’t do ghost.
I have a friend who lives next to a house that’s on the haunted house tour for the lady in white, a woman who had years ago been so despondent after her third miscarriage that she hung herself in the attic. Wrangled into the duties of pet sitting one day, my friend heard something in the attic. I asked her, “Oh God did you go and investigate?” and she replied, “Of course I did, honey. I was really hoping to see that ghost.” Now if this friend had been black, the conversation would have gone more like this. “What did you clock running out of the house?” Reply: “About 80 to 85 mph give or take a couple. I hope those cats have enough to eat for the week.”
In my ghost story Jaded my lead character Mia James is a journalist suffering from symptoms of PTSD and she actually has no idea if what she is seeing is real or if her mind has finally snapped from the pressure. Her cousin Tracy decides to tag along with Mia for her assignment, and when Tracy finds out they are living with a ghost, she is ready to leave that cartoon dust poof in her wake and never look back.
The do we, help the ghost cross over, or don’t we, question is looked at as purely ridiculous by Tracy which causes her to ask, “Why is this our problem?” Her reasonable reaction should probably be explored by more characters in horror books and movies. If everyone asked themselves ‘why’ then there probably wouldn’t be one person to shudder in fear or jump from a shadow. What’s the fun in that I ask you?
Now I don’t want you thinking there is a right or wrong look at my unscientific study, but let’s face it culturally black people and white people are just different when it comes to ghost.

“I was watching poltergeist last night. I got a question, why don’t white people leave the house when there is a ghost in the house...In Amityville Horror the ghost told them to get out the house. White people stayed in there. Now that’s a hint and a half for your ass…” Eddie Murphy,Delirious, 1983

What’s your real life in action ghost story?

Now I have to agree with people don't do ghost, at least I don't. Main reason, I'm too damn scary. I'm leaving and that's it. I'm not asking any questions and I don't want to know if the ghosts is good or evil...nothing, nada. Have I had ghosts encounters...yes & what did I do? Just like I said, I kept it moving. I never gave or will ever give myself a chance to have a ghost story to tell...LOL!

Catch my review for Jaded tomorrow. It's a really good read and you will just love the characters Kenya created.

In the meantime enjoy the book blurb & excerpt below:

By Kenya Carlton
Genre: Mystery/Romance with paranormal elements


War correspondent Mia James is back on US soil and ready to tackle a juicy political story that could make national headlines. A politician’s aid goes missing, and the son of the wealthiest family is the only suspect.

Determined to take down the mayor of the small seaside town, Mia comes up against an angry ghost with her own agenda.

Afraid she may be suffering from post traumatic stress Mia figures that she’s way over her head and enlists the help of resident black sheep Gabe Montgomery. Now, she must solve the mystery of her not so friendly ghost, stop herself from falling in love with the mysterious winery owner, all while making it out alive.


Martin Conway didn’t know what to expect. He idled in his police cruiser on the curb in anticipation of a few ominous clouds or some menacing lightening to strike down on the house. He wasn’t quite sure since he avoided this place as much as possible.

The manor that sat above Vine was a picture of Victorian splendor. Or at least that’s what the welcome brochure to all new tourists had professed.

No one had occupied the oldest standing mansion in town permanently for years and the historical society made sure no one probably ever would. Restrictions had been placed on the home that most modern families weren’t willing to contend with and older homeowners would be too overwhelmed to be bothered. The most that could be hoped for was the occasional renter. So the mansion that encompassed every viable asset that a haunted house possibly ever could, sat empty.

It didn’t matter that the lawn was cut and the bushes were trimmed. Nor did it matter whether fresh paint was applied every other year or so. Right now all that mattered was that he, Martin Conway, had to get his butt in gear to welcome the new residence of Holloway Manor to Vine.

As Sheriff he took his job seriously. Crime was virtually nonexistent. A few run-ins with the local teenagers now and again were the worse offenses he imagined but that was expected in any small town.

Martin turned the ignition off and grabbed his hat. Vibes of intense displeasure seemed to waft his way from the house, with a deep breath he pushed his apprehension to the side and sorted through his thoughts of what to say to the new neighbors of Vine.

"Good Afternoon, Ma'am." Martin tipped his head to the cute little number at the door. Pleasantly surprised he greeted the woman with all smiles.

"Good afternoon, Officer-"

"Conway, Sheriff Conway," he introduced himself.

The look on her adorable face made him forget the regular spiel he had prepared for all the newbie’s that entered town. She was this tiny little thing with big boobs and a nice ass which was a win-win combination in his estimation. Her smooth cocoa skin made his mouth water not to mention her face was kewpie doll cute but her expression told him she was all about being bad. The pool of her brown eyes seemed to suck him into her.

"Where are my manners? Please come in Sheriff. My name is Tracy and this tired piece of trash over here is my cousin, Mia." He followed the woman into the Holloway home to find it was exactly as he had imagined.

Big and creepy!

The structure was the only house that could be seen from the Carlisle hilltop that looked down on Vine. From the door the stained glass windows cast a colorful dance of colors around the front room. A bright and cheery effect that should have appeared fun and joyful, but came across eerie and haunting instead.

White dust cloths covered what he could only imagine was antique furniture. The unlived look probably lent a helping hand to the spooky factor of the estate.
Entranced with the infamous inside interior of the Holloway mansion, he almost stumbled over this woman. Simply stunned into stupidity by her perfect face he missed the hand that she held out to him.

"Mia James, what can I do for you?" His tongue twisted around his mouth. Ordinarily he would be considered a man of authority but this woman made him babble like a fool.

"I uh, I wanted to welcome you to Vine. I saw your truck and thought I would be first to welcome you to our fine city."

"I appreciate that," she replied.

"We have a little picnic scheduled this evening at The Grove and we would be delighted if you could join us." He flashed his pearly smile in hopes it would be enough to persuade them to come.

"Who is we, Sheriff?"

"The Mayor is sponsoring this little shindig to extend his hand of thanks to the people of Vine."

"Special thanks for what?" Mia asked.

"Uh.” Both women stared at him with something crossed between humor and confusion.

"He wants to thank everyone for their support in Vine and continued support when he runs for Congress."

"Well Conway,” Mia began, “that's a mighty fine invitation but I think I'll pass." she touched his elbow, with the sweetest smile. He was so enchanted with the Egyptian shape of her brown eyes that he found himself outside of the front door without the faintest idea how he got there. "Thank you for keeping us in mind."

"But there's barbecue and fireworks," he stupidly stammered.

"Sounds like a true hootenanny of a good time. We will definitely give it some thought." He understood a polite brush off when he saw one. Mia was so gracious he almost didn't mind how she had just kicked him out of the house.

“Oh well.” He stepped off the wraparound porch. Most likely he would see her again around town. Of course, the lack of information about these women would leave room for the Mayor to be unhappy with his fact finding duties.

Martin headed to his cruiser and figured he would go check across town for those vandals that kept spray painting something as silly as ‘Water’ in the quarry. It was the perfect excuse that he was too busy to be nosey if the Mayor asked.

Author Bio

Kenya has a B.A. in Mass communication, Television and Radio. She has fifteen years in production of television and film and five in television engineering. In 2009 Kenya Produced Dawn a short film and Executive Produced Destination Everywhere the pilot for a travel series through her production company Black R.O.K Productions established in 2008.

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