Official Blurb:
Someone’s trying to kill Deanna, but is it the ghosts
she doesn’t believe in, the rich socialite who might be a murderess, or someone
else with a beef against The Gilroy Hotel and Resort that Deanna has just been
hired to manage? The Gilroy’s owners
want the ghosts, or whoever is causing the trouble at the hotel eliminated, and
they are pressuring Deanna to do the job as quickly as possible. Harry DeVeaux,
paranormal investigator comes highly recommended to do the job and against
Deanna’s better judgment, she hires him.
Although Deanna thinks Harry’s crazy for believing in
ghosts and Harry thinks Deanna has a closed mind to the possibilities of ghosts
and they highly annoy each other, sparks fly. Deanna can’t help but fantasize
about Harry and inspired by a romance convention visiting her hotel, writes her
fantasies in a private blog that Harry finds, hacks, and reads. Ooh la la!
Excerpt:
Wow!
Deanna
reread her fantasy, barely able to believe she’d penned it, wondering if she
should delete it. Did she really want to make out with Harry, a perfect
stranger, on a public beach? Did she really want her words on the Internet,
even in a supposedly private blog under a make-believe name?
Well,
it was confidential, right? As long as she didn’t give anybody the web address
or password or tell them about it, it would remain secret.
Enough
fantasizing! She had to get back to work. Dragging the files out, she
familiarized herself with the ghost sightings as well as Lynette’s and Grant’s
history. By the time she finished, she knew how they’d died and the theories
about their suicides-slash-murders. She also knew that everybody was afraid to
point fingers at the now very influential and powerful Roxanne
Cambridge-Anderson. Could Roxanne be behind the haunting [FB1] nonsense? Did she want the hotel shut down? But
that made no sense. The rumors portrayed Roxanne as a murderess. It wouldn’t be
in her best interest to keep their legend alive.
Deanna’s
temples began to ache the harder she thought about everything, so she decided
to go to sleep. Hopefully she’d awake if any hijinks took place in the bowling
alley.
About
three a.m., deafening booms awoke her. Light brightened lane fourteen and all
but one pin lay scattered on the wooden floor.
Groggy,
Deanna tried to gather her senses. She looked around then, to her horror, she
saw an iridescent figure of a man on lane fourteen picking up a glowing ball.
Collecting her presence of mind, she grabbed her webcam, pointed it at the
ghostly shape and turned it on. Shaking, she tried to hold her computer steady.
Not believing what she was seeing, she knew there had to be a rational
explanation. Perhaps some machine was projecting the image onto the lanes.
Perhaps a real person stood in front of her in glowing phosphorescent powder.
Whatever
or whoever it was, picked up the ball, and knocked down the spare pin. Then the
‘apparition’ bowled three strikes in a row.
Unexpectedly,
he turned and glared at her, fire shooting from his eyes. Pins flew from all
the lanes at her. Her heart racing, she ducked under the score table.
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Bio:
Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five
children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, cats, and playing on the
computer.
She's often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She
also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.
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