Spirits Book Two: Willing Spirits

 



























Cover artist:
 Gwen Pfifer


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The Story:  Ghost Deanna's first attempt to frighten away Cookie Cragan, the new owner of her beloved home is a minor success. Cookie, at least, is convinced that her house is haunted and begins to explore ways to relieve herself of this problem. Her husband, Clarence, finds the notion preposterous and decides that Cookie has been slipping back to her old ways and is again drinking too much. He had hoped the purchase of the old house and the demands of running it as a bed and breakfast would have helped her out of her depression over the recent death of their daughter. If hard work alone were enough to do that, Cookie would certainly have succeeded.
     Unseen, unheard but refusing to be ignored, Deanna resents more and more Cookie's transformation of the house and begins a campaign of spooky tricks to drive the Cragans out. Anthony, her old sparring partner, continues to foil her at every turn. He fears that her actions will only result in getting them exiled.

EXCERPT

     It was best to be wary of strangers, Anthony always warned her. And indeed she had no intention of being discovered herself. Far more effectively scary would be the fear of Murphy's Ghost, back to avenge his mysterious death. Deanna hoped Cookie would blame Murphy. Ghosts needed to be respectfully historic with unexplained tragic deaths to really scare the bejeebers out of you. Who would be frightened by a pudgy figure in jeans and a sweater not even dead a year?
     "I hope you are proud of yourself."
     She saw his pipe before she saw him, gradually allowing himself to materialize in the wreath of smoke encircling him. A new trick. She admired his repertoire, though it made her pitiful stunt pale to insignificance. "Well, yes, a little," she admitted less triumphantly than she’d planned.
     "Throwing the bird didn't work." He sat down beside her. "Clarence didn't see it. He's convinced too much wine altered Cookie’s perception."
     "Her perception? My flamingo conked him on the head! And he thinks she hallucinated it?"
     "Clarence thinks one of the guest's children did it."
     "One of the children?" Deanna folded her arms and frowned.
     "Well, he did find another flamingo outside the Captain's Room door."
     "Another flamingo?" Deanna stood and pointed a finger at him. "You put it there!"
     Anthony admitted his guilt with a sly smile. "I rescued you, this time. Again."
     "Again? Wait 'til I ask. Again. I'll drop you a note. Like before." She turned her back on him, trying to summon the concentration to vanish, but her anger interfered.
     Anthony stood and whispered, close to her ear. "Just be careful. There's an undercurrent here I don't like. I don't trust Clarence, and Cookie is definitely not stable. There's something between them they don't dare talk about. Keep out of their way."
     She bent her ear to her shoulder to brush him away then realized he was gone. "Damn!" Deanna turned and stamped her foot.

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