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A GHOST OF A CHANCE Midlife Spirits Series #2 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...
A GHOST OF A CHANCE Midlife Spirits Series #2 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 A Ghost of a Chance Copyright © 2020 by HP MALLORY All rights reserved. Published by HP Mallory at Smashwords Smashwords Edition License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your enjoyment only, then please return to Smashwords.com or your favorite retailer and purchase your own copy. 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 Reading Sample: To Kill A Warlock About Author A Ghost of a Chance Chapter One When Ryan and I found ourselves back at my house after our incredible dinner at Antoine’s, I couldn’t help wishing we were still at dinner. It was just so easy to enjoy Ryan’s company. We talked, joked, and laughed as if we’d known each other all our lives. The drive to my house was a fairly informative one with Ryan pointing out various homes he’d renovated, along with the homes of the rich and famous. We parked alongside the crumbling curb and Ryan was quick on his feet to open my door for me, ever the gentleman. He held my arm as we walked up the pathway, and I couldn’t deny how good it felt to have him so attentive, not to mention so close to me. As soon as I unlocked my front door, the contrast in ambiance between the ethereal airiness of Antoine’s restaurant and the darkness of my house wasn’t lost on me. The brightness, soft chit-chat of guests, and coziness of the restaurant starkly accentuated the empty, gloomy foyer that loomed before us. I wasn’t sure if it was just a trick of my mind, but it seemed like there was also a shadowy, ominous feeling to the walls and the broad expanse of aged, walnut floors. “So, do you know what we’re supposed to do for this cleansing?” Ryan asked as he closed the door behind us. Trina, Ryan’s sister, and I had used a Ouija board recently to contact the ghost who was haunting my house, Drake Montague, but something else had come across. As such, I needed to ‘cleanse’ the house. Glancing at Ryan over my shoulder, I frowned. “Nope, but the girl at the store said the directions were in the bag.” “Why doesn’t that leave me with much confidence?” Ryan grumbled as I nodded with a small, nervous laugh. Crossing the threshold into my house, my nerves went on high alert. Even though there wasn’t any proof that anything malevolent, or anything at all, really, had contacted Trina and me during the Ouija board experiment, the air felt heavy. And I also couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched—and not just by the nosy Drake. No, this was a feeling that left me frightened. It just seemed as though the house was hiding its own secrets. The more I thought about it, the more it freaked me out. “You good, Peyton?” Ryan asked, visible concern in his warm eyes. I nodded immediately, trying to prevent him from getting a whiff of my overactive imagination, which was definitely running away from me. I reached inside my purse and produced the small, black ritual bag, which was about the size of my palm. Untying the black satin ribbon, I took a seat on the floor, tucking my legs to the side so as not to appear unladylike in my dress. “This house is so dusty, you’re going to ruin your dress,” Ryan pointed out as he sat alongside me. I waved away his concern, and emptied the contents of the bag on the dark wood floors. There were three sacks of flower petals and herbs, another sack filled with what looked like bath salts, another with three stones or gems, a bag with a crystal in it, and finally, a plastic Ziploc bag with what appeared to be sage inside. There were two more empty velvet sacks, along with a black candle that was maybe the length and width of my middle finger. “Directions, directions,” I mumbled absentmindedly as I fumbled with the wrinkled piece of paper. The print was so tiny, it was nearly illegible. As I brought the inscrutable instructions to my eyes, the sound of the door opening on its own caused Ryan and me to turn around immediately. I wasn’t sure about Ryan, but the creaking sound caused my heart to leap into my throat. I even dropped the instructions as I brought my hand to my chest in an attempt to quiet my suddenly pounding heart. “Sorry I’m late!” Trina called out, closing the door behind her and hurrying toward us. She had a red backpack over one of her shoulders and an apologetic smile on her pretty face. “Trina?” Ryan and I asked at the same time, both of us clearly at a loss as to why she was here, although I had to admit that seeing her was a huge relief. I was worried that our