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A tale of discovery, mischievous spirits, and Mayan mayhem!
What do you get when a mischievous ghost, a new divorcée, her helpful mother, the nosy neighbor, her hunky son, a leaky pooch, and a fed up gardener are thrust together for the Christmas season?
A fast paced, action-packed, mystical thriller that is just what the veterinarian ordered to start the new year (tun) off right!
Jessie has agreed to house sit her eccentric aunt's empty bed and breakfast for the Christmas holiday while she tours Italy. But Jessie soon learns that the old mansion isn't necessarily empty. . . . After meeting the resident ghost, she is convinced she's lost not only her old life, her practice, and her beloved dog, but quite possibly her sanity as well!
Having just gone through a divorce, Jessie has more on her plate than dealing with her nosy neighbor, the blue haired dynamo's perpetually leaky dachshund, and her gorgeous son, who could be at home in the halls of Valhalla playing the part of Thor. . . . She has to find Jacques, the ghost pirate's treasure map, the fabled city of El Dorado, and the Heart of the Mountain itself in order to save the man she loves . . . along with the planet!
This book explores the hidden mysteries of the ancient myths surrounding the Mayan Sun calendar, with enough nonsense thrown in to make it all deliriously whacky. The Christmas season takes on a whole new meaning in this humorous, romantic adventure.
Excerpt:
“There are no such things
as ghosts,” Jessie repeated again while adjusting the temperature
of the water. She took the added precaution of looking around the
small bathroom before stepping into the shower.
She let the water pour over
her head and down her back. The warmth of it began to spread to her
body. She tilted her head back, though she wasn’t about to shut her
eyes. Her imagination might conjure up some fantasy man again, just
to add more fodder to her troubled mind.
“There are no such things
as ghosts,” she repeated, thinking that talking to herself had to
be a side effect of losing it. The water pipe groaned as if in
answer. She turned to face the showerhead as it started to rattle.
“There’s no such thing as a ghost!” she reaffirmed.
“You keep saying that,”
the voice said from behind her.
“Ahh!” Jessie screamed
as she jumped from the shower, taking the curtain with her. She
turned to see him holding his hands over his ears.
When she stopped screaming,
he lowered his hands and shook his head. “You’ve got to stop
doing that, chérie.
I might be slightly challenged in the skin department, but there is
nothing wrong with my hearing.”
“Get out!” Jessie glared
at the nearly invisible man standing in the tub.
He wore a grin on his face
that said he was too delighted with his actions to consider leaving.
“Now!” Jessie pointed to
the door.
“Why?” His grin
deepened, showing the dimple in his cheek, something she did not want
to notice.
“I- I am not dressed,”
Jessie sputtered, glaring at him as he stood in the shower.
The smoldering glance he
gave her swept up her body. “I noticed.”
“Oh!” Indignant, she
reached forward and flushed the toilet, something she knew would
cause a sudden change in temperature. Though she didn’t know if
he’d feel it, she felt better for the slight retaliation.
“Of all the nerve, just
popping in while I’m showering . . . naked,”
Jessie muttered to herself as she stormed into the bedroom.
“Do you normally shower
with your clothes on?” came the deep voice of her tormentor from
the vicinity of the bed.
Jessie’s head whipped
around to find the braggart lying with his head resting on the many
pink fluffy pillows near the headboard, watching her with that
infuriating grin of his.
“What are you still doing
here?” Jessie blinked through the moisture that dripped from her
hair.
“You did point in the
direction of the bedroom.” He lifted his hands innocently. “I
merely obeyed.”
Jessie had a hard time
imagining this man being obedient to anything or anyone. Infuriated,
she picked up a pink pig pillow that rested on the nearby chair and
chucked it at him. He made the motion to catch it, but it went right
through him.
Looking mildly uncomfortable
with the wiggly tail of the piglet protruding from his mid-section,
he sighed. “I can see you’re in no mood for company,” he said
regretfully before disappearing.
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