Dark Fantasy/Paranormal novella from Eternal Press (June 7, 2009) Also in print at Amazon You Gotta Read Reviews: You Need to Read The writing style made me feel as though I were a part of the story instead of someone on the outside looking in. I was pulled into the story and couldn't stop until I hit the last page. The ending by the way ..... OUTSTANDING! I loved it! One Soul for Sale was filled with action scenes which made it a riveting story. Ramsey's Reviews One Soul For Sale offers plenty of suspense that will have the reader rapidly devouring the pages seeking answers. Cate Masters has woven a uniquely intriguing and spine-chilly story about a lonely woman searching for love and ends up bargaining her soul to Satan. Vibrant characters, clever world building and a rich plot makes this tale, One Soul For sale, a must read for individuals who desire an immediate skin crawling short story. Ghost Writer Literary Reviews: 5 Stars What I liked most about this book is that it has an unpredictable ending, making everything fall into place. This is a well orchestrated read. Job well done! Manic Readers: 4 Stars This story will keep you guessing all the way to the end! If you like unusual stories, with a twist of paranormal, and a touch of whimsy, then you will like One Soul for Sale. At the coffee shop, Madelyn waits at a table by the window and scans the Evening Gazette. The news is always the same. Until she reaches page six, where a blurb describes a disturbance the night before in her neighborhood. Telephone reception was lost. Television signals were scrambled. Residents reported strange noises, though no one saw anything out of the ordinary. No one but Madelyn. The guy in all black comes through the door. Her breath is caught in her chest. As he holds her gaze, his dark eyes sparkle like black diamonds. Her heart pounds as he walks to her table and sits down across from her. "It's you." But she'd known it would be. His expression is warm and inviting as he looks her over. "I wanted to be sure that, with such a low starting bid, your soul isn't tarnished." He speaks to her as if she's an old friend. "I feel like it is." She proceeds to spill her guts to him. Even as she thinks she should be embarrassed to be doing so, it makes her feel lighter, like unburdening herself opens up space inside her, previously made heavy with bad thoughts, unfulfilled hopes, despair and gloom. Now it's kind of airy, little particles sparking in the light as they float by. His gaze penetrates her to the core. "So you think fifty dollars is all it's worth? Your soul - the essence of your being?" She couldn't feel more exposed if an x-ray of her insides were hanging in the window beside them. "It started out as a joke. I thought people would read it and laugh. I wasn't expecting anyone to place a bid. I wasn't expecting…" she gulps, "…you." Her intellect recognizes the idiocy of her situation. And stupidity. What a mess she's made. He leans in, his voice low, his smile like a crocodile about to snap her up. His breath is like a heat wave across her face and neck. "Didn't your mother warn you not to wish your life away?" It seems less a question than a reminder.