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Ghost of a Chance
by Linda Andrews
Category: Romance/Fantasy PRISM Award Finalist
Description: Brighid Garvey wasted half her life earning fortunes for others. Her daughter's birth changed her priorities. Aided by her grandmother's ghost, Brighid steals the night's winnings and slips into the slums of New York. She hides among the destitute until a midnight rescue provides an opportunity to escape. Everett Grey needs a wet nurse for his infant daughter. Brighid needs the illusion of family. As the train races west, her heart yearns to make fantasy reality. Will love triumph over distrust before the ghosts from her past execute their deadly plan?
eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications/Zumaya Publications, 2003 USA
eBookwise Release Date: September 2003
 
26 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [409 KB]
Words: 93652
Reading time: 267-374 min.
Everett's tongue bristled with dry taste buds that sponged the moisture off his palate. Tiny gremlins pounded on his temples. The plink, plink, plink of their hammers shuddered down his spine. Another hangover. Weariness bubbled against his lips. He needed to stop drinking, needed to stop believing he would awake to his former life, needed to stop trading the bitter taste of guilt and betrayal for the one of sour whiskey. His binges never changed anything. He rolled onto his side. Pain hissed between his teeth. He had been wrong. Last night's bender had changed something. Fire danced over the valleys and hills of his ribcage. His ears burned as shrieks and slaps pierced the silence. The stench of a dozen privies soiled his nose and coated his throat. Sinew screamed as he folded his arms around his head. The assault continued despite his feeble attempt at protection. Pillow, he needed his pillow. Thick fingers grasped at dry hay. The stiff blades pelted his cheek and arms. Where was his pillow? Where was he? The alcoholic haze evaporated, exposing islands of memories. The serpentine jaunt. Rows of dilapidated tenements. Broken risers shredding his trousers and gnawing at the flesh underneath. A street urchin with a winning smile and sweet words. And her.
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