Ghost of a Chance

Backlist Blitz Excerpts:

I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.

Today’s excerpt comes from Ghost of a Chance.

Emerald O’Brien is the owner of the Chintz ‘n China Tea Room where guests are served the perfect blend of teas and tarot readings. She never set out to be a detective, but once word gets out that she can communicate with the dead, there’s no turning back… When the ghost of Susan Mitchell asks for Emerald’s help in convicting her own murderer, Emerald can’t refuse. Along with her friends-an ex-supermodel and a cop-and her new love interest, Emerald must search for clues to put the killer behind bars, and Susan’s tortured soul to rest.

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The scent of the rose-cinnamon potpourri drifted through the air. I loved my home. Comfort—we were all comfortable here. Flooded with a deep sense of satisfaction, I shook off my coat and hung it in the closet. Andrew handed me his, and we sat on the bench that stretched along the wall of the foyer to take off our boots.

Miranda came galloping down the stairs. She stopped short at the sight of the strange man in our hallway. I introduced them. Andrew waited for her to extend her hand first. I liked that—I would never bring a man into my home whom I felt might disturb my children in any way. She gave him the once-over, then turned to me. “What show did you see?”

I planted a quick kiss on her forehead. “We were at a play, not the movies. In fact, Andrew wrote the show—it’s called Obsidian.”

“Jenny’s mom is in that… Mrs. Dillon.” She led the way into the living room, where Kip gave us a dazed nod. He got so caught up in his games that I could probably waltz around naked and he’d never notice. But at Andrew’s appearance, he let go of the mouse and asked, “Who’s this?”

Andrew leaned over to look at the computer game that Kip was involved in. “Andrew Martinez is the name. Hope you guys don’t mind, but your mother invited me over for a bowl of soup, and frankly, I’m starved. What are you playing?” I watched them interact, joking around at the computer. Kip missed having a man around the house, and I always kept an eye on him with male friends so he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Who wants soup?” Everybody did, and so I stabbed my thumb toward the kitchen. They dutifully trooped in, and I put Miranda to work making toast while Kip set the table. Andrew got stuck with making hot cocoa. He wrinkled his nose at the Swiss Mix box.

“I don’t think so. Do you have sugar, milk, and cocoa powder?”

I grinned. “Why? Don’t you like my easy-does-it shortcut?”

He laughed and tossed the box of cocoa mix back on the counter. “Homemade soup deserves real hot cocoa. Kip, why don’t you show me where to find a heavy pan and we’ll make it up right.”


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Backlist Blitz Excerpts: Ghost of a Chance

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