Grave Inn-tervention (Three Crones Inn, #4)(Paranormal Women's Midlife Fiction)

Grave Inn-tervention Three Crones Inn, Volume 4 Aurelia Skye Published by Amourisa Press, 2023. Amourisa Press and Kit Tunstall, writing as Aurelia Skye, reserve all rights to GRAVE INN-TERVENTION. This work may not be shared or reproduced in any fashion without permission of the publisher and/or author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. © Kit Tunstall, 2023 Cover Images: Depositphotos.com Cover design by Amourisa Designs Editing by T.K. and T.M. Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page Blurb Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Epilogue About Aurelia Further Reading: Harrow Bay, Volume 1 Also By Aurelia Skye Blurb Wedding bells are ringing, and The Entity is in stealth mode. MEREDITH AND HUNTER are about to get married when she can no longer feel the Entity. It’s frightening, but they have to keep living. They take a brief honeymoon and meet a new ghost before Brett frantically calls them back. The Entity has taken Chayse. Meredith has no choice but to face off with The Entity now. With old friends and new allies, maybe they stand a chance against the Entity. Maybe.Or maybe they’ll all be trapped inside Purgatory forever. It could go either way.This novella wraps up Meredith’s arc, though it’s possible new adventures might await her in the future. Chapter One “IN MY DAY, THERE WAS not such debauchery before a wedding.” Augusta announced that with a sniff, yet despite her prudish words, she seemed incapable of looking away from the television screen. Meredith could sympathize, because she was having a difficult time looking away as well. Apparently, Chayse had decided she needed a stripper for her bachelorette party. Fortunately, at least from Meredith’s point-of-view, she hadn’t been able to scrounge one up that would come all the way to Three Crowns Inn in Crowder, Maine, so she’d settled for downloading a show from the Internet. Meredith supposed the young man was handsome enough, and he’d certainly spent some time building up all those muscles, but she couldn’t help thinking he looked too much like he was around Chayse’s age for her to truly appreciate the beefcake in front of her. Besides, she had no need for that anyway. There wasn’t a stripper who could compare with Hunter. She much preferred his rugged, manly body and handsome features that were just the right age for her. She wasn’t about to refuse Chayse’s overture though, so she endured for the next ten minutes until the stripper routine had ended, and she clapped with feigned enthusiasm along with Carla, who she looked as bored as Meredith felt. Courtney looked a little better than she had, and her clap was polite enough, but Omarosa seemed to genuinely enjoy the show. The ghosts had mixed reactions. It was difficult to tell if Augusta was more appalled or intrigued, especially since she now had an idea of what was involved in the bedroom after Brey’s return to her life—or afterlife, as the case may be. Lottie just seemed dismissive of it all, but Gemini was glued to the whole thing. When the show had finished, she fanned herself in a dramatic fashion. “There are some things I definitely miss about being alive.” “You can find a ghostly lover,” said Chayse. Gemini looked glum. “If I can ever meet one.” “How is your website for ghost dating coming along?” asked Meredith. “It isn’t,” said Chayse with a hint of disappointment. “We just couldn’t figure out how to market it to ghosts or make it interactive for them. Gemini might have to visit a few places and meet some new ghosts if she wants to mingle while she’s single.” “I haven’t committed to that yet, but it’s something to think about. I just don’t want to leave my home.” “I don’t mind leaving at least for a couple of days for my honeymoon,” said Meredith with a smile. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down her spine. She and Hunter were going to Boston to stay in an old hotel there, but it was still something new and different, and it was the unofficial start of their new lives together. Not much else would change, aside from a piece of paper, and Hunter would permanently move into the inn with her. They were discussing what to do with his house, and he was considering renting it out, but he hadn’t firmly decided yet. There was another aspect to their honeymoon too. It would be just the two of them, and absolutely no ghosts. Not that her friends were deliberately inconsiderate or violated their privacy without thought—except maybe Gemini upon occasion—but it would be nice to have Hunter to herself. Chayse and Brett were going to take care of Duncan for them while they were gone, and it was only a long weekend, but she hadn’t been so excited about a trip at any previous time she could recall. Certainly not her original honeymoon with Dirk, and not even their interesting nineteenth-anniversary trip down the West Coast. “I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow,” said Carla. She didn’t seem to be feeling nostalgia about the thought. Rather, she seemed slightly perplexed, which made sense considering she was asexual and uninterested in sharing her life with anyone. “I have your muffin display ready to go.” Meredith gave her a genuine smile, looking forward to the three tiers of muffins flavors they had selected from Carla, choosing that in lieu of a traditional wedding cake. “Are you nervous?” That question came from Lottie. “You’ve only been single for a little while, and while Hunter is a good guy...” It was obvious she was feeling some anxiety, and it was reflected in her voice and expression. Meredith wasn’t concerned or offended. She understood Lottie’s reservations about marriage, considering she’d been murdered by her husband. Meredith was certain that was unlikely to occur with Hunter, and she said, “If I had any fear