THE WIDOW'S WALK is a paranormal romance. The heat level rates between a 3-4 and categorized as sexy. The book is available in e-version and in paperback.
BLURB:
Mike and Liz Keeny
are newlyweds, new parents, and the proprietors of the Barrett Inn, an 1875
Victorian on Cape Cod, which just happens to be haunted. By their own ghosts.
The Inn had become an annex of Purgatory, putting Mike, Liz, and their infant
son in danger. Selling the historic seaside bed and breakfast was the only
answer, one that Liz and her own tortured specter refused to consider. Were
they doomed to follow the same path that led to disaster in their previous
lives? Was getting out, getting away, enough?
EXCERPT FROM THE WIDOW'S WALK:
Look, for now,
we’ll just stay where we are–together. If Liz and Mike are united, then Jared
and Elisabeth aren’t going to be able to get in between us.” He brushed the
tears off her cheeks.
She stared at him
intently, fear, maybe desperation in her eyes. “We can only talk to each other
about this. Others might use any information against us.”
“Who would do
that, Liz?’
Her demeanor
hardened. She sat up, raised her chin. “My son. Your daughter. Sandra.”
“You’re paranoid.
The kids have no inkling about ghosts. All Sandra has are theories. She doesn’t
know about your incident–or my illness. And I’m not going to tell her.” Guilt
twanged in his gut. Sandra had come up with all the ghostly interpretations on
her own, right?
Liz jumped up.
“She knows about my injury. Maybe not how it happened, but when Mae went in
there to get my things, she figured out it was for me. She reads minds, or
manipulates people into blabbing what they know.”
Mike lowered his
voice to a whisper. “It doesn’t take much for Mae to spill information. I think
you’re giving Sandra too much credit.” Yet, she did ask him about the ghosts as
soon as he sat down.
“You can joke all
you want, Mike, but this is serious. We can’t let anyone else in.”
“I won’t say a
word about anything ghostly to anyone. As long as things stay under control.”
Liz studied him.
Mike squirmed. “I
think I’m going to take a nap.” He settled back on the sofa.
She tucked the
blanket around him and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll go help Mae with dinner.”
She didn’t believe
him. He didn’t trust her. This was never going to work.
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