BLURB, THE GHOST INSIDE
Haunted MansionLovely estate.
Jacey must sell her recently inherited house, but first she needs to find priceless swords.
Griff hates ghosts and blackmailers. To get rid of one, he has to face the other when he renovates Jacey's house.
Neither expects to find love in the cobwebs.
“Hewson, I’m serious. You can’t go to that creepy mansion by yourself.” Ericka Gilmore flipped the belt from her black sweater over and back across her hand. She was model thin, yet insisted on wearing black, claiming it reflected her dark personality.
Jacey shoved a pair of jeans in her luggage. “I can’t wait on Matt. You know how long it takes him to close a real estate deal, and I need to do this. You understand, right?” She glanced at her best friend and tried out a woebegone expression.
Ericka rolled her amber-tinted eyes. Jacey suppressed a laugh.
“Like your ex-boyfriend would be of any benefit to you.” Ericka snorted. “Why, exactly, did he agree to help you anyway?”
“Guilt. He’s afraid of bad karma. You know, sleeping with her while he was in a monogamous relationship with me. He wants to make it right.”
“Make it right?” Ericka pulled her long caramel-hued hair into a twisted knot at the nape of her neck. “Please.”
“He thinks if he helps me move my stuff to Aunt Megan’s, then we’d be even.” She tugged the window open to allow fresh air inside. The multiple layers of paint split off and fell onto the ledge. The heavy afternoon traffic along
Meridian Streetadded a pleasant hum to mix with Rob Thomas’ heavenly voice crooning his version of how a heart breaks. “Besides I could use the muscle.”
“So, you really only dated him because of his good looks, not because of his brains.” Ericka snickered.
“That and the fact he’s well hung.” Jacey winked at her.
“They broke up two days ago,” Ericka divulged, her expression sly.
“For real?” Jacey curved her mouth into a moue.
Ericka nodded and stared at Jacey, like she’d expected her to break out in a dance or something.
“Poor guy, all alone.” She shook out a tiny pair of shorts. “And he’ll stay alone, because he’s not coming back to me. Anyway, the estate manager arranged for a guy to meet me tomorrow, and we’re going to talk construction. He’ll do his thing. You’ll come and we’ll stage it to sell. Sound like a good plan?”
Ericka stuffed a make-up case with the essentials: base, eye shadow, lipstick, and lotions. “Yes. I ‘m excited. I need a vacation.”
“Just think, in one month it’ll all be a part of the past and I’ll be closer to my future.” Jacey threw an extra pair of wool socks into the luggage, in case the house was as cold as she remembered.
“Can’t you do all of the transactions from here?” Ericka removed a pair of rust stained jeans from the bright red luggage and tossed them in the waste can.
Jacey extracted the pants from the trash and put them back in the bag.
“No, because of the swords. They’re collectibles and I intend to have them. With a teaching salary it will take years before I can own an antique business. If I find the swords I’ll be set.”
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