Publication Date: March 17, 2023
ASIN: B0BSVM9H5T
ISBN:
Language: English
Length: 252 pages
Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery/Romance
Buy Link: https://mybook.to/HauntedLostRose
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Some secrets should stay hidden. If they come to light, darkness could weaken even the strongest of families.
Real estate agent Charlotte O'Donohue never looks forward to Mondays. Usually, a couple cups of coffee will fix her mood, but today an unexpected voice directs her to a dead body. She's going to need a bigger cup, and it better be caffeinated!
When the dead body happens to be your client, the scandal could jeopardize her brother's business, but Charlotte is more worried about a mysterious stranger who decides she's the number one suspect. He seems familiar and dangerous. He knows she has a secret, and Charlotte will do anything to keep the truth from him. How could he possibly understand that she can hear the dead?
Ghostly whispers from a spirit who haunts the large Kansas City mansion warns of more danger to come for Charlotte, her family, and for the stranger. But as Charlotte discovers a key to one mystery, another one appears...one that could reveal more than a murderer but a long-forbidden love.
The haunted and the living seem to be conspiring against the spunky real estate agent, throwing her into a love of her own that shakes her to the core.
When long hidden secrets expose lost loves, two intertwined families are placed in jeopardy in Charlotte's Voices of Mystery.
Excerpt Nine:
The window rolled down slowly to reveal a man in sunglasses.
“I’m so sorry.”
I pointed the shovel at him. “Well, you should be. What the hell were you doing driving that fast?”
“I’m late. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be. Can I clean the coat for you?”
I shook my head. “No. Just slow it down, buddy.”
The man looked up at the house and then at me. “Judge O'Donohue still lives here, doesn’t he?”
I didn’t say anything as I continued to wipe the gunk from my eyes. When we were kids, Dad and Mom instilled in us the fear of God, frankly the fear of just about everyone we didn’t know. While I was in high school, Dad was the judge on the trial of members of a syndicate. He didn’t speak of the three-months long case, and we were warned not to speak to anyone, especially strangers.
I surveyed the car. It was a midnight blue Jaguar. Who drove a Jag in the snow? I guess I could tell him the truth and then memorize the plate number? Sure, why not?
As if he knew I was struggling to respond, he removed his sunglasses. “I’ve known him a long time. I just wanted to make sure I knew where the house was. I’ll be joining him for dinner on Saturday.”
Holy Mother of God! It was him. It was the knight of saving my butt! Crap. I look like a cartoon character.
“Yes, he still lives here.” I had no other words. Obviously, he didn’t recognize me from yesterday’s murder site. Good. When I met him at dinner, I would lie and tell him we had hired some neighbor kid to shovel the snow.
“Good. Again, I’m sorry about the snow. Take care.” He placed his sunglasses on his face, his window went up, and he was gone in a few seconds. I leaned my head down on the shovel.
I sure do hope he buys the story about the neighbor kid!
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The window rolled down slowly to reveal a man in sunglasses.
“I’m so sorry.”
I pointed the shovel at him. “Well, you should be. What the hell were you doing driving that fast?”
“I’m late. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be. Can I clean the coat for you?”
I shook my head. “No. Just slow it down, buddy.”
The man looked up at the house and then at me. “Judge O'Donohue still lives here, doesn’t he?”
I didn’t say anything as I continued to wipe the gunk from my eyes. When we were kids, Dad and Mom instilled in us the fear of God, frankly the fear of just about everyone we didn’t know. While I was in high school, Dad was the judge on the trial of members of a syndicate. He didn’t speak of the three-months long case, and we were warned not to speak to anyone, especially strangers.
I surveyed the car. It was a midnight blue Jaguar. Who drove a Jag in the snow? I guess I could tell him the truth and then memorize the plate number? Sure, why not?
As if he knew I was struggling to respond, he removed his sunglasses. “I’ve known him a long time. I just wanted to make sure I knew where the house was. I’ll be joining him for dinner on Saturday.”
Holy Mother of God! It was him. It was the knight of saving my butt! Crap. I look like a cartoon character.
“Yes, he still lives here.” I had no other words. Obviously, he didn’t recognize me from yesterday’s murder site. Good. When I met him at dinner, I would lie and tell him we had hired some neighbor kid to shovel the snow.
“Good. Again, I’m sorry about the snow. Take care.” He placed his sunglasses on his face, his window went up, and he was gone in a few seconds. I leaned my head down on the shovel.
I sure do hope he buys the story about the neighbor kid!
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About the Author:
Kansas City, Missouri native C.L. Bauer is the author of three series in mystery genres. Originally a reporter, Bauer worked through jobs in marketing and advertising, to eventually take over the reins of her family’s century old business, Clara’s Flowers. Many of the stories used in her books are based on true events from years in the wedding and event flower world.
You can reach C.L. Bauer on all social mediums, Goodreads, and through her website, www.clbauer.com. You can check out her flower designs at www.clarasflowers.comWant to delve into more of Ms. Bauer's work? Check out her completed Lily List Mystery Series, or sign-up for her newsletter here.
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