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Haunted Hearts (Lana Malloy Paranormal Mystery Book 1)
Written By Kim Cox
Narrated By Catherine F. Edwards
Will Lana Malloy solve the twenty-year-old double murder of her great aunt and her great aunt’s fiancé by Memorial Day? If she can, they’ll spend eternity together; if she can’t, they’ll be stuck as Haunted Hearts for another year.
“How do you like it?” Lucy Ann Malloy, stood at the top of the stairs, turned to the right then to the left as she modeled the blue and green pastel dress. “I found it in the attic with some of my old things.” She lingered in the doorway of the main floor. “Well?”
Lana Malloy looked up from editing the ad for her new PI business. “Nice,” she said and returned to her work.
Lucy moved to Lana’s side and gazed over her shoulder. “What are you working on?”
“The ad for the local newspapers and a few magazines. I’ve got to figure out how to attract some business or I’ll never make it through the first month.”
A chill filled the air surrounding Lana and she shivered, pulling her wrap tightly around her.
“I have an idea and it’s actually a pretty good one. I know who your first client can be.”
Without glancing away from her paper, Lana asked, “And who would that be?”
“Me.”
“You?” Her interest piqued, Lana shifted in her seat to face her aunt. “What are you talking about?”
This book drew me in from the beginning with the line, “She was well-preserved for someone who’d been dead twenty years.” ~ Traci Sanders – Readers Review Room
Lucy’s white hair shone with blue highlights as if she’d had it rinsed recently. She was well preserved for someone who’d been dead twenty years. “Find my murderer so I can rest in peace. How about it?” Lana’s great-aunt had been with her since she moved into the old beach house in Charleston, South Carolina, five years ago.
“But I need cash. Who would be paying for my services?” Lana smiled, pulling her reading glasses off and laying them on the desk. She loved her great-aunt, but she could be a card. Lucy had always been a rebel, always trying to be different from everyone else. “Besides, you died over twenty years ago. That’s a cold trail for sure.”
“I got money, smarty—a lot of money that no one has found . . .” Lucy covered her mouth with both hands then removed them. “Oh well, the cat is out of the bag now. I can’t spend it anyway.”
“But you died more than—”
“Let me finish. Shows how much you or any of those cops know.” She glided back and forth across the room as if she were dancing at her coming-out ball.
“Well?”
“Get out your pencil and pad and take notes.”
“Not until I’m sure what you’re telling me is the truth.” Lucy sometimes changed details to suit herself and the moment, but she’d never talked about her death before today. Lana never questioned her because she thought it may be too painful for her aunt to relive.
“Have I ever lied to you? Never mind, don’t answer that.” Lucy laughed as she stopped in midair, lowered herself down to the desk and hovered in a sitting position above its surface.
