Описание: Gloria Foley turned off the light in the hallway and made her way slowly upstairs to bed. She paused at the doorway of her daughter's bedroom and shook her head. It had been such an emotional day for all of them. She prayed she would have the strength to get them both through these treacherous teenaged years.Slowly turning the knob on the bedroom door, she quietly opened it to check on her sleeping child. Through the narrow opening, she could see the bed was still made and no one was sleeping on it. She opened the door wider and saw the shadow on the far wall and her heart clenched. Screaming, she flung the door open and ran to the figure hanging from the thick electric cord suspended from the ceiling fan. "No," she screamed, as she tried to lift the inert body up to relieve the pressure against her neck. "Nooooooo "The ghost of a teenager who committed suicide twenty years ago is haunting her family's home. Can Mary link that death to the serial suicides of the girls who bullied her when she was alive? And with Gary Copper still on the loose, Mary and Bradley are faced with the challenge of keeping the newest member of their family safe and sound.
Описание: Mary closed her eyes in pleasure as the caffeinated beverage slipped down her throat. She'd been trying to cut back, but today she really felt like she needed one."Excuse me, but that stuff will kill you."The man's voice came from right beside her. Mary jumped, looked over to where the voice was coming from and jumped again. "Oh My Goodness You're naked," Mary said, sliding a stool over to get away from the ghost sitting next to her.The ghost looked casually down at his fleshy and very naked body and nodded, "So it would seem I am," he said. Mary reached across the bar, grabbed a folded linen napkin and slid it towards him. "Well, at least cover yourself," she said. "This is a public place.""No one has ever noticed me before," he said. "I've sat here at this bar in my altogether for about ten years.""Ten years? What happened ten years ago?""I was murdered in my hotel room," he said with a shrug. "Don't know how they got to me, but it must have been them.""Who is them?" Mary asked.A famous mystery writer drowns in a hotel bathtub... an accident or foul play? His ghost thinks it was murder. His mystery writer colleagues want to help Mary solve the case. Gary Copper is still on the loose and gunning for both Bradley and Mary. And, in between all of the murder and mayhem, Mary and Bradley are trying desperately to finally walk up the aisle. Will they ever become husband and wife?
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: "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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