Автор: Reid Terri Название: Hazel`s Heart: The Willoughby Witches (Book Two) ISBN: 1791986080 ISBN-13(EAN): 9781791986087 Издательство: Неизвестно Цена: 3447.00 р. Наличие на складе: Есть у поставщика Поставка под заказ.
Автор: Reid Terri Название: Ghosts of Stephenson County ISBN: 1540322726 ISBN-13(EAN): 9781540322722 Издательство: Неизвестно Цена: 2585.00 р. Наличие на складе: Есть у поставщика Поставка под заказ.
Автор: Reid Terri Название: Rowan`s Responsibility The Willoughby Witches (Book One) ISBN: 1720392714 ISBN-13(EAN): 9781720392712 Издательство: Неизвестно Цена: 3447.00 р. Наличие на складе: Есть у поставщика Поставка под заказ.
Описание: The bedroom door flew open with a powerful crash. "What the...?" Mary exclaimed. Mike nodded. "Yeah, well see, that's the problem," he said with a sigh. "You brought someone home with you tonight.""What?" "And it looks like she's not real happy about your relationship with Bradley," he said."I have a jealous ghost in my house?" Mary asked, astonished.Mike shook his head apologetically. "No, sweetheart," he said. "You have a jealous poltergeist in your home."As if on cue, the drawers in Mary's dresser opened, and her clothing started flying across the room. Mary turned back to Mike. "Really?" she asked. "Like I need this now?"She walked into the center of her bedroom and immediately was hit in the face by a pair of her own underwear. And this time she was sure of it. She heard a giggle, and then suddenly the entire room was filling with swirling clothing.Bradley came running into the room and the ruckus ended. "What happened?" he asked."I think I just met one of your former girlfriends," Mary said, pulling a pair of underwear from out of her neckline. "And I don't think she was very happy to meet me."
Описание: Stanley peered up into the shadows above the stage. There was a colorful blaze of fabric amidst the burgundy curtains and canvas backdrops. He moved closer, trying to get a better view from a different angle."Hey, what's this play about anyway?" Stanley asked. "Is it a Western?""No, it's a drama," Rosie replied."How come you need a dummy hanging from a rope?"She looked over quickly. "No one gets hanged in the play.""Sure looks like it. Up there."Rosie looked up to where he directed and saw the caftan and silk pants ruffling in the slight breeze of the theater twenty feet over the stage. "Oh, sweet heavens! Stanley," she screamed. "That's Faye!"Faye McMullen was murdered in cold blood at Winneshiek Theater and Mary O'Reilly and Police Chief Bradley Alden have to discover who done it before the murderer gets the chance to get rid of the prime witness... Mary O'Reilly.
Описание: "But Sol, it ain't haunted like you thought," Marty argued cautiously. It wasn't a good idea to get Sol too angry. "We've tried everything, s ances, Ouija boards, mediums-everything. This place is just an old, empty house. A creepy, old house."Sol shook his head, disregarding Marty's words, and started up the tall staircase to the second floor. "It just has to seem like a haunted house," he said. "We'll keep the crowds coming if it seems like a haunted house. People pay good money to spend the night in a haunted mansion." Marty followed him, shaking his head. "After that last paranormal research group came through and found nothing, we ain't been getting the crowds like we used to," he pointed out. "People look on the internet for everything. All they have to do is research the house and they'll see we've been investigated by three different groups. They ain't gonna pay top dollar to stay in the state's most haunted house if it ain't got no ghosts."Sol stopped at the top of the stairs and waited for Marty. "Then all we need is a ghost," he said.Marty shook his head and put his hand on his partner's shoulder. "Sol, we've been at this for three years," he replied. "The balloon payment is coming up in three months. We ain't got the capital. We gotta let go of this place before we lose everything."Shoving Marty's arm off his shoulder, Sol paced angrily down the hallway. "Don't you get it, Marty?" he growled, his teeth clenched. "I'm going to lose everything if this place doesn't pan out. I sunk everything I owned into this place. I don't have any reserves. I don't have anything to turn to. This place has to work out."Marty leaned one hand on the balustrade at the top of the staircase and sadly shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sol. I'd do anything to help you," he said sadly. "But this place just ain't got a ghost."Sol sighed deeply and turned back to his friend, nodding his head slowly. "Thank you, Marty," he replied.A icy tremor of fear swept through Marty's body as he saw the cold, calculating look in Sol's eyes. He lifted his hands defensively. "No, Sol, no," he cried even as he felt the power of Sol's body knock him backwards and down the stairs.A few moments later, Sol stood at the top of the staircase, looking down at the broken, lifeless body of his business partner sprawled unnaturally on the black and white, ceramic tiled, lobby floor. He leaned against the same balustrade that only moments before had been held by Marty and nodded. "And now we have a ghost." Mary, Ian and Mike investigate a supposedly haunted house and discover there are more than just ghosts hidden behind its doors.
Описание: Was it raining outside? Dale Johnson wondered as he woke up. It was dark and he could hear the sound of rain hitting the roof. Suddenly, he was pelted with something small and hard. He opened his eyes and sat up, nearly fainting in the process. His head was pounding. What the hell happened?He was pelted again and realized he was being hit with small pieces of corn. His stomach twisted and his heart pounded. He wasn't in his house; he was in the grain silo Struggling to his feet, he lurched to the wall and found the hatch. He found the latch and pushed, but it was stuck fast. Pounding on it, bloodying his hands, he tried again and again to unlatch the door. The grain was now being emptied into the silo in a rapid rate. Dust from the corn was filling the interior and Dale coughed as he continued to fight with the door. "Help me," he yelled, "I'm caught in here "The roar of the auger and the dump truck drowned out his voice, but he kept calling out and pounding on the metal door. "I'm in here," he screamed, as the grain filled the bottom of the silo, first covering his feet, then his knees, his hips and finally, it was waist high.He thought about his family, especially his wife, who would be waiting supper for him. He thought about his grandkids, who he'd never see grow up. He thought about his kids and prayed they wouldn't blame themselves for the accident. Finally, as the grain moved up past his chin, he took a final deep breath and thought about dying. A farm accident or murder? Could the murderer be one of his own children? And how will the ghost's legacy change Mary's future?
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