Ghostly Mistakes

by Mary Alice Pritchard

Overview

Oh, rats! It wasn't like all of the spirits she'd found bound to her were huge hassles, but lately, most of them were. Case in point, Carlton Taylor. Her most recently acquired spirit knew his time was short and still managed to die without fulfilling his promises. Just like a man to think he had all the time in the world. They could cheat death and lift fully decked out monster trucks over their heads. "Carl, are you sure there's no one who would remember where your great-grandmother, Augustine Rhodes, is buried? It sure would be a lot easier than exploring every cemetery in the county." "No, there ain't nobody around who keeps up with all that stuff since Momma died." "Well, your Momma isn't here, Carl, and that leaves me walking blindly from marker to marker. Since you're so insistent on hanging around me at all hours, you can take half of the next one and help me look. She's your great-granny!" "I can do that. So long as there ain't no protection around the place. I can look as good as you." "I doubt that, Carl, you're about two weeks gone and starting to get ripe."

Product Details

BN ID:	2940044565289
Publisher:	Mary Alice Pritchard
Publication date:	05/30/2013
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	268 KB

About the Author

Born in Greenwood, Mississippi, Mary Alice has lived all over the state of Mississippi. She's a nurse and has worked in nearly every area of the profession. Her favorite area in the hospital is the Emergency Department with its fast pace and constant change, a true adrenaline junkie! Drawing from the rich culture of the South and her own menagerie of experiences, she spins addictive tales of romantic suspense often with the paranormal thrown in for good measure.

She lives with several muses who both inspire her and conspire against her, their feline antics a constant source of entertainment and inspiration for her writing. Her love of animals is only matched by her love of books and the joy of exploring a new world every time she dives between the pages. When she can't find one to entertain her, she writes her own.

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It wasn't like all of the spirits she'd found bound to her were huge hassles, but lately, most of them were. Case in point, Carlton Taylor. Her most recently acquired spirit knew his time was short and still managed to die without fulfilling his promises. Just like a man to think he had all the time in the world. They could cheat death and lift fully decked out monster trucks over their heads.

"Carl, are you sure there's no one who would remember where your great-grandmother, Augustine Rhodes, is buried? It sure would be a lot easier than exploring every cemetery in the county."

"No, there ain't nobody around who keeps up with all that stuff since Momma died."

"Well, your Momma isn't here, Carl, and that leaves me walking blindly from marker to marker. Since you're so insistent on hanging around me at all hours, you can take half of the next one and help me look. She's your great-granny!"

"I can do that. So long as there ain't no protection around the place. I can look as good as you."

"I doubt that, Carl, you're about two weeks gone and starting to get ripe." She couldn't help throwing it in his face. He'd been a thorn in her side nearly every day since he'd had the nerve to die in the medical clinic she managed.