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Ghostly Mistakes
by Mary Alice Pritchard
Category: Romance
Description: Lizzy planned to make this mission short and sweet, but thanks to her client, Carl Taylor's inability to provide details, it looks as if she was in for an extended adventure. A dangerous farmer with buried secrets, and the zealous accusations of a lady's church group keep her on her toes. If all this isn't enough to complicate her task, her growing attraction to the highway patrolman who caught her speeding, adds spice to the brew. If she doesn't solve the puzzle left in her hands, she could find herself stuck with Carl for life. Oh, did I mention he isn't a paying customer? Well, being a ghost does limit your financial abilities.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Faery Rose, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: October 2008
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [308 KB]
Words: 69689
Reading time: 199-278 min.
It wasn't like all of the spirits she'd found bound to her were huge hassles, but lately, most of them were. Case in point, Carlton Taylor. Her most recently acquired spirit knew his time was short and still managed to die without fulfilling his promises. Just like a man to think he had all the time in the world. They could cheat death and lift fully decked out monster trucks over their heads. "Carl, are you sure there's no one who would remember where your great-grandmother, Augustine Rhodes, is buried? It sure would be a lot easier than exploring every cemetery in the county." "No, there ain't nobody around who keeps up with all that stuff since Momma died." "Well, your Momma isn't here, Carl, and that leaves me walking blindly from marker to marker. Since you're so insistent on hanging around me at all hours, you can take half of the next one and help me look. She's your great-granny!" "I can do that. So long as there ain't no protection around the place. I can look as good as you." "I doubt that, Carl, you're about two weeks gone and starting to get ripe." She couldn't help throwing it in his face. He'd been a thorn in her side nearly every day since he'd had the nerve to die in the medical clinic she managed.
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