Georgian Ghouls: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel: (Hallowed Homes 4) (Haven Hollow Universe 28)

GEORGIAN GHOULS Haven Hollow #28 (Hallowed Homes) by H.P. MALLORY & J.R. RAIN The Haven Hollow Series Gypsy Magic Cashmere Curses Faerie Enchantment Spandex Sorcery Love’s Goddess Demon in Denim Taffeta Trickery The Black Cat Cocktail Club French Country Frights All Hallow’s Eve Mystic Veil The Yule Log The Broken Mirror Art Deco Apparitions The Vampire's Grave Herringbone Hexes Raising Cain Druid’s Curse Colonial Corpses Angora Alchemy Day Dream Ritzy Business Pan’s Delight Armed & Charmed The Christmas Spirit Blood Rose Blood Bond Georgian Ghouls Velvet Voodoo Other Books by H.P. Mallory PARANORMAL WOMEN’S FICTION: Haven Hollow Midlife Spirits Misty Hollow Trailer Park Vampire Midlife Mermaid 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 Other Books by J.R. Rain VAMPIRE FOR HIRE Moon Dance Vampire Moon American Vampire Moon Child Christmas Moon (novella) Vampire Dawn Vampire Games Moon Island Moon River Vampire Sun Moon Dragon Moon Shadow Vampire Fire Midnight Moon Moon Angel Vampire Sire Moon Master Dead Moon Lost Moon Vampire Destiny Infinite Moon Vampire Empress Moon Elder Wicked Moon Winter Moon Sasquatch Moon Moon Blade Wild Moon Moon Magic Moon World Vampire Deep Moon Matador (coming soon) SAMANTHA MOON ADVENTURES Banshee Moon Moon Monster Moon Ripper Witch Moon Moon Goddess Moon Blaze Golem Moon Moon Maidens SAMANTHA MOON CASE FILES Moon Bayou Blood Moon Parallel Moon SAMANTHA MOON ORIGINS New Moon Rising Moon Mourning Haunted Moon Georgian Ghouls Published by Rain Press Copyright © 2023 by J.R. Rain & H.P. Mallory All rights reserved. Ebook Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. 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: Mermaid Mayhem About J.R. Rain About H.P. Mallory Georgian Ghouls Chapter One The dining room table was so covered in food, that if someone added one more stuffed cabbage roll, I was sure the whole thing was going to collapse. “Fifi.” Mrs. Petryka bustled over to me with a platter of tiny, crescent shaped dumplings and mushrooms, frowning down at my nearly empty plate. “Here, I made Halushki. You must try some.” Mrs. Petryka, my client, was a small woman, almost a full head shorter than I was. She wore a dress in different shades of brown, and her dark gray curls were caught up in a pretty kerchief. Even though she looked a bit like a wizened apple, her back was straight and she moved easily, almost floating across the floor. I was already so stuffed that I was shocked the top button of my slacks hadn’t shot across the room and taken out a window. I did my best to politely decline. “Oh, thank you, Mrs. Petryka, but I’ve already sampled so much, I feel like I’m going to burst.” “Oh, but surely—” “The point of an open house is for me to talk to the guests, and to try and drum up interest in buying your home—not to eat you out of house and home,” I said with a laugh. “And you didn’t have to go to so much trouble. Most people just make a cheese platter, or something.” She listened to everything I said, and then smiled, a nest of wrinkles crinkling at the corners of her dark eyes. “Nonsense.” And then she scooped a healthy portion of the Halushki onto my plate. “No one will be leaving my house hungry.” I took a deep breath as she bustled off; her serving spoon held high as she hunted down empty plates to fill, and I resigned myself to my fate with another sigh. It was the third open house I’d hosted at Mrs. Petryka’s beautiful old Georgian style house in two weeks, and I’d learned fifteen minutes into the first one that she was going to politely steam roll everything I said until she got her way. At the rate she kept foisting food on me, I was going to be wearing sweatpants to the next showing, with extra stretch in the waistband. The truth was that Mrs. Petryka didn’t even need a second open house, much less a third. There was plenty of interest in the house as it was, with its gorgeous columned front porch, and the dozen windows on the front of the house, all facing east to let in the morning light. She already had tons of offers to search through, but Mrs. Petryka, even though she was eager to sell, said she was looking for a particular kind of buyer. Personally, I thought she just enjoyed showing off her home and listening to all the oohs and aahs. Hospitality was a pretty big deal to a Domovyk. Cousins of the European Brownies, they were supernatural people who tended to hearth and home. People sometimes looked down on them for being house spirits with mostly domestic powers, but they were very good at what they did, and could be extremely dangerous if you insulted them or threatened their home or the family they chose to serve. Just because Mrs. Petryka owned her own home didn’t lessen any of the above. And it really didn’t help that every dumpling I forked into my mouth was a soft, fluffy little bite of heaven, drizzled in butter. I had to close my eyes when I swallowed, and only years of practice in controlling myself kept me from groaning out loud. I finally managed to ditch my plate in the kitchen, and then did about twenty minutes of my actual job as a realtor instead of playing back