Deadly Intentions


 
 
 
 DEADLY INTENTIONS
 
 Midlife Spirits Series
 #6
 
 by
 
 H.P. Mallory
 
 ALSO BY HP MALLORY:
 
 
 PARANOMAL WOMEN’S FICTION:
 Haven Hollow
 Midlife Mermaid
 Midlife Spirits
 
 
 PARANORMAL ROMANCE:
 Witch & Warlock
 Vampire Esquire
 Ever Dark Academy
 
 
 FANTASY ROMANCE:
 Dark Destinies
 Gates of the Underworld
 Lily Harper
 Dulcie O’Neil
 
 
 PARANORMAL REVERSE HAREM:
 My Five Kings
 Happily Never After
 
 
 SCI-FI ROMANCE:
 The Alaskan Detective
 
 
 TRILOGIES:
 Crown Of Lies
 Dark Circus
 Chasing Demons
 Dungeon Raider
 Here to There
 Arctic Wolves
 Wolves of Valhalla
 Lucy Westenra
 
 
 
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 Intentions
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 Table of
 Contents
 
 Chapter One
 Chapter Two
 Chapter Three
 Chapter Four
 Chapter Five
 Chapter Six
 Chapter Seven
 Chapter Eight
 Chapter Nine
 Chapter Ten
 Chapter Eleven
 Chapter Twelve
 Chapter Thirteen
 Chapter Fourteen
 Chapter Fifteen
 
 Reading Sample: Angel
 About
 Author
 
 Deadly
 Intentions
 
 
 Chapter One
 
 I opened the front door to
 find a tall, blond, handsome man holding a white paper bag in one
 hand, and a tray with a two coffees in the other. Dressed in his
 signature pair of worn blue jeans, which were my favorite since
 they showed off his backside quite nicely, and an old t-shirt,
 he’d come fully prepared. His perfectly
 dimpled grin completed the picture. My heart skipped a beat as his
 dimples deepened when he took in my tousled hair.
 “Did I wake you, Sleeping
 Beauty?” Ryan asked, stepping over the threshold.
 If you would please spare
 me, ma minette. I am not in the mood to watch le barbarian drool
 over you this morning, Drake said from
 inside my head.
 Yep, you read that right.
 And, no, I’m not crazy. My inner voice belongs to a dead policeman, Drake Montague,
 who lived in the early 1900s. He used to haunt my house, formerly
 his house, and now he just haunts my head.
 How is that possible, you
 may ask? Well, it’s a very long story, but
 basically, I saved Drake’s ghostly soul from a bloodthirsty demon
 (who was also haunting my house) by allowing Drake to possess
 me.
 Being that it’s my body, I
 have ultimate control, but Drake can still see, hear, and feel
 everything I do. That is, unless I shut him out. Which is exactly
 what he asked me to do once I opened the door and we both caught a
 glimpse of Ryan.
 Drake’s tolerance for
 witnessing any interaction between Ryan and me was at an all-time
 low. This might be a good time to add that things between Drake and
 me… well, in brief, things have become complicated. Of course,
 that’s to be expected with two people occupying the same body,
 right? But, ahem, did I also mention that Drake is incredibly
 handsome, charismatic and funny? No? Ha! Okay, more on that
 later.
 I said the words
 internally to shut Drake out, a habit that had become so familiar,
 it hardly took any effort now. Then I moved out of the way to let
 Ryan walk past me. “You know, you could
 have just let yourself in if you wanted,” I started as I smiled up
 at Ryan flirtatiously. “You do have a key.”
 Ryan only had a key
 because he was currently restoring my house. Ryan was one of the
 most, if not the most, successful general contractors in New Orleans, and his
 specialty was accurate restorations of historic homes and
 buildings. I considered myself lucky when I hired him to help me
 fix up my house, a three-story Greek Revival mansion from the late
 1800s. I inherited it from my great Aunt
 Myra, in a state of disarray. She was a distant enough relative
 that I’d never even met her.
 Ryan smiled down at me,
 planting a kiss on my lips that made my toes curl. When we broke
 apart, I cleared my throat and took the bag from him.
 “What’s this?” I asked a
 little too innocently, my eyebrows raised.
 “Well,” Ryan started as he
 shifted the tray that held the coffees to his other hand. “Even
 though it’s nearin’ ten o’clock, I figured I’d still catch you
 before breakfast, so I grabbed some beignets and kolaches on the
 way over.”
 I unrolled the top of the
 bag and inhaled a deep breath of the sweet pastries before I smiled
 up at him. “Did I ever tell you what a great boyfriend you
 are?”
 He chuckled at me before
 the smile left his face. “Where’s the
 behemoth also known as your desk that we’re supposed to be movin’
 upstairs?” he asked as we walked toward the kitchen.
 I nodded to the piece when
 we went past the living room. “In
 there.”
 Ryan paused to check out
 the couch while I kept walking before I pulled out a kolache from
 the paper bag. I sank my teeth into the soft, sweet dough, my mouth
 instantly watering. Poor
 Drake, I thought. He was missing out on
 something wonderful. I decided to be nice and save some room in my
 belly to allow Drake to enjoy it too.
 I took another bite. I
 wasn’t exactly sure how much room I could
 save, but at least he’d get a
 taste.
 “That thing is monstrous,”
 Ryan said as he came in the kitchen behind me, shaking his head,
 visibly concerned.
 “It just has
 a lot