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phantomtracesPhantom Traces

Heat Level: Simmering? There are two love scenes, open door.

Genre: Contemporary w/paranormal elements

Blurb:

A hunky history professor in a tweed jacket, a cheeky Goth chick, and a pipe-smoking, book-hurling ghost. Put them all together in an antiquated library and, well…

Professor Jack Wood’s silver-streaked hair definitely ages him, and he can thank Killer Dawn for that. He won’t be falling into the love trap again anytime real soon. But this new librarian has him curious, with her head-to-toe black Goth garb, piercings, and a defiant attitude to match. Definitely not his type of girl, but still…

Abigail Stryker’s got her work cut out for her. The last two librarians didn’t last a month before airborne books chased them off. But Abby’s determined to make her new life a go – and to stay as far away from older men as possible. Once was enough. Might be tough to do when the library’s best patron is none other than dreamy-eyed Jack Wood. And it seems the eccentric ghost may have taken a shine to her as well.

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Excerpt:

At that moment, the lights in the building flickered, dropping dim and pale. They pulsed for a beat, then went completely out. It was still light outside, though the fading twilight cast the interior into near blackness.

“What the . . .” She looked around, wrapping her arms around herself and instinctively moving a step closer to Jack.

“Oh, that’s not unusual around here.” His voice was calm and reassuring. “Blue Ridge Power is infamous for testing transformers at the darnedest times of day.”

By the time he finished speaking, the lights began to glow, then steadily increased until they were fully illuminated. He grinned over at her. “At least it doesn’t last long.”

His killer smile shot a jitter through her middle again. She smiled back but found she couldn’t hold his gaze long without feeling as if she had a fever coming on. She turned away.

“I’d better let you get to work,” she mumbled, then scooted around the reception desk and into the back room.

Tea. I just need a cup of peppermint tea to get my mind back where it belongs.

As she stood in the small anteroom, she could feel Jack watching her from his seat across the way. She dunked the tea bag in the steaming water for way longer than necessary. As the pale green essence oozed into the water, all she could think of was how the hue almost matched the color of his eyes.

A “Ghostly” Memory

ghost 1 ”You have to take her with you.” Our mother uttered those horrifying words and my sister Gail and I looked at each other in terror. Not that our little sister, Sandy, was anyone to be afraid of, with her red-gold curls and big blue eyes, but she was only six and we were so much older at seven and eight.

We had been planning our outfits for weeks and now mom wanted Sandy to tag along while we went in search of Halloween candy? Sandy didn’t even have a costume. We’d have to explain “Trick or Treat” to her. Although, to be fair, we’d only had to do a trick once in our vast experience. As part of a pack of neighborhood kids, we’d built a human pyramid.

It was too late for a fancy costume. Everyone would be heading out in another half hour. I eyed our sister’s petite frame.

Gail walked around Sandy as if searching for inspiration. “We could paint her face and give her a blanket as a cape.”

“It would take too long.”

“I want to be a princess.” Sandy peered up at us hopefully.

“You can’t. You don’t have a dress.” There was only one solution. “We’ll make her a ghost.”

Gail shook her head. “Mom will never let us cut holes in a sheet.”Ghost

“Then we won’t. We’ll lead her around.”

“But I don’t want to be a ghost.” Sandy’s words were somewhat muffled as I’d grabbed a sheet and thrown it over her head.

My sister’s hands stretched out in front of her, making her look like a sleep-walking spirit. “I can’t see.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll make sure you don’t trip over anything.” Although, I was being a bit optimistic as the sheet already dragged on the ground.

We joined the neighborhood kids, our plastic bags clutched in one hand, while Sandy stumbled along between us, “ET” style. We had her bag and as we traveled the rows of well-lit homes, our sacks of candy were growing heavier.

Until it rained.

One, by one, the other kids left, not willing to brave the storm, but we continued, traipsing down the street, promising Sandy, “Just one more house.”

By then her sheet hung in wet folds and sniffles could be heard from under the dripping mess, along with mumbled words that sounded like, “I want to go home.”

Eventually, even our stamina came to an end and we went back to the house. In the living room we dumped the piles of candy on the floor and Sandy’s wet face brightened. However, to this day, her view of sheets is very different from most people.

Happy Halloween! pumpkin