Havoc and Hauntings by Izzy Wilder

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Havoc and Hauntings by Izzy Wilder (Channeling Ghosts for Beginners #1)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 242 KB

My name is Esme Hightower, and I talk to dead people. That is, when they’re actually willing to talk. You see, I’m not a full-on psychic medium yet, but I’m super close in nabbing the job of my dreams. I just need a few more satisfied clients to satisfy the requirements and…

In walks a shape-shifting hunk with a bone to pick, who just also happens to be my long-ago sweetheart. He needs me to find out who killed his brother, and saying no could mean kissing my career ambitions bye-bye forever. But when the target spook refuses to cooperate, I find out I’ve bitten off way more than I can chew with this one. Will it cost me my job? My second chance at love? Or even my life? I’m really not looking forward to finding out.

As I dragged my bags up the porch steps, the front door swung open. “Sugah, ya sure are a sight for these old eyes,” Aunt Matilda cried in her raspy drawl. She crushed me in one of her smothering bear hugs before ushering me inside where I was taken back in time. The graceful staircase rose from the center hall in old-world glory, and the bead-board ceilings installed throughout the house, along with the custom trim and moldings, added additional elegance to the place.

My Great-Great-Great-Grandfather James built Longleaf Plantation in eighteen thirty-two, and it had remained in the family ever since. However, the reign of men inheriting had ended ten years ago when Grandpa Ed left it to Aunt Matilda instead of my dad, which was fine by everyone, seeing as my parents had no desire to move to a town as small as Fiddlehead Creek. They were city slickers who loved to travel the globe, one of the reasons while growing up that I was shuffled over here for the summer. Not that I’d minded getting out of the stifling heat and humidity. The over one hundred acres that the property sat on consisted of a coolly shaded pine forest with plenty of trails for me to explore.

Aunt Matilda draped an arm across my shoulders. “Come join me in the kitchen for some sweet tea and tell me about your trip.”

As we walked down the hall, the smell of antique wood and furniture polish infiltrated my nose, reminding me how much I’d missed it here. “Nothing much to talk about,” I said once I was settled at the rustic oak table, “other than I’m exhausted, and Rosie needs some work.”

She poured us each a glass of tea and then set a plate of freshly baked scones in front of me.

“You’re gonna make me plump as a dumplin’,” I said with a smile.

She sat down beside me, her faded eyes focused on mine like lasers. “Hawk’s back in town.”

I took a gulp of tea before responding. Memories from summers long ago, back when I was a young impressionable high schooler, began to surface, but I quickly pushed them back, not wanting to go down a painful road. “Guess I won’t be taking the Thunderbird to his brother’s garage.”

“Don’t be silly. Mark’s the best mechanic around. Besides, that thing ya had goin’ with Hawk was years ago and don’t matter now. You’re both adults and have moved on.”

“Yeah.” I took a bite of a scone, and although delicious, it felt like sawdust going down my tight throat. Adam Lang, known as Hawk, was unfailingly masculine with a wild disposition that never failed to get him into trouble. And he was my first love. We were opposites, though, who, despite our attraction, weren’t destined to be together. Aunt Matilda was right. I couldn’t let the past rule the present. “I’ll take the car in the morning.”

Her smile deepened the wrinkles in her weathered skin. “Good. I’ve always told ya it’s best to confront head-on what bothers ya. Glad to see you’re followin’ my advice. You’re bound to run into Hawk sooner or later, so ya might as well get it over with.”

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