Ghost of a Chance

Ghost of a Chance

by Linda Andrews
     
 

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Brighid Garvey wasted half her life earning fortunes for others. Her daughter's birth changed her priorities. Aided by her grandmother's ghost, Brighid steals the night's winnings and slips into the slums of New York. She hides among the destitute until a midnight rescue provides an opportunity to escape.

Everett Grey needs a wet nurse for his infant daughter.

Overview

Brighid Garvey wasted half her life earning fortunes for others. Her daughter's birth changed her priorities. Aided by her grandmother's ghost, Brighid steals the night's winnings and slips into the slums of New York. She hides among the destitute until a midnight rescue provides an opportunity to escape.

Everett Grey needs a wet nurse for his infant daughter. Brighid needs the illusion of family. As the train races west, her heart yearns to make fantasy reality. Will love triumph over distrust before the ghosts from her past execute their deadly plan?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781936144914
Publisher:
Zumaya Publications
Publication date:
03/15/2010
Pages:
284
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.64(d)

Read an Excerpt

Everett's tongue bristled with dry taste buds that sponged the moisture off his palate. Tiny gremlins pounded on his temples. The plink, plink, plink of their hammers shuddered down his spine. Another hangover. Weariness bubbled against his lips. He needed to stop drinking, needed to stop believing he would awake to his former life, needed to stop trading the bitter taste of guilt and betrayal for the one of sour whiskey. His binges never changed anything. He rolled onto his side. Pain hissed between his teeth. He had been wrong. Last night's bender had changed something. Fire danced over the valleys and hills of his ribcage. His ears burned as shrieks and slaps pierced the silence. The stench of a dozen privies soiled his nose and coated his throat. Sinew screamed as he folded his arms around his head. The assault continued despite his feeble attempt at protection. Pillow, he needed his pillow. Thick fingers grasped at dry hay. The stiff blades pelted his cheek and arms. Where was his pillow? Where was he? The alcoholic haze evaporated, exposing islands of memories. The serpentine jaunt. Rows of dilapidated tenements. Broken risers shredding his trousers and gnawing at the flesh underneath. A street urchin with a winning smile and sweet words. And her.

Meet the Author

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal."

All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house?

If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.

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