Southern Ghost (Death on Demand Series #8)

Southern Ghost (Death on Demand Series #8)

by Carolyn G. Hart
Southern Ghost (Death on Demand Series #8)

Southern Ghost (Death on Demand Series #8)

by Carolyn G. Hart

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Overview

Annie Darling, owner of the Death on Demand bookstore, is shocked to hear talk about her husband, Max, and a beautiful blonde. By the time she’s faced down a hostile police chief and bailed Max out of the Chastain, South Carolina, jail, the lady has vanished and Max is the prime suspect in an unspecified crime. The baffling, bloodstained trail leads straight to the doorstep of Tarrant House, home of the venerable Southern family with a violent history dating back to the Revolution—and ghosts of a far more recent vintage.
 
Annie and Max find that the dignified façade of Tarrant House hides a hotbed of deadly passions as the family turns on itself in a mayhem of murderous motives and angry accusations. But in the end Annie must summon all her sleuthing skills to stop a desperate killer who is ready to strike again to keep the secrets that haunt the Tarrants from the light of day. . . .

Praise for Southern Ghost 

“Tantalizing . . . keep[s] the reader guessing all the way.”—The Denver Post

“Pleasing . . . chillingly effective…remarkably satisfying.”—Publishers Weekly

“[Annie and Max] make one of the most attractive pairs of sleuths since Dashiell Hammett’s Nick and Nora Charles.”—Chicago Sun-Times

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307570680
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/14/2009
Series: Death on Demand Series , #8
Sold by: Random House
Format: eBook
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 90,493
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

About The Author
An accomplished master of mystery, Carolyn Hart is the New York Times bestselling author of more than fifty-five novels of mystery and suspense including the Bailey Ruth Ghost Novels and the Death on Demand Mysteries. Her books have won multiple Agatha, Anthony, and Macavity awards. She has also been honored with the Amelia Award for significant contributions to the traditional mystery from Malice Domestic and was named a Grand Master by the Mystery Writers of America. One of the founders of Sisters in Crime, Hart lives in Oklahoma City, where she enjoys mysteries, walking in the park, and cats. She and her husband, Phil, serve as staff—cat owners will understand—to brother and sister brown tabbies.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 1.
 
Had he lived to be an old man, Ross Tarrant’s face, stripped of every vestige of youth and joy, would have looked much as it did in that last hour: brooding pain-filled eyes deep-sunken, grayish skin stretched taut over prominent cheekbones, finely chiseled lips pressed hard to prevent a telltale tremor.
 
Slumped wearily in the battered old morris chair, a man’s chair in a man’s retreat, he stared at the pistol, horror flickering in his eyes like firelight against a night sky.
 
The sound of the motor reached him first, then the crunch of tires against the oyster shells.
 
The door was locked.
 
But it was no ultimate defense.
 
Ross knew that.
 
As the throb of the engine died and a car door slammed, Ross reached for the gun.
 
“Ross.” A commanding voice. A voice he knew from childhood, from crisp winter mornings when the men zigzagged across a field and lifted shotguns to fire at the flushed quail.
 
The gun was heavy. So heavy. Ross willed away the unsteadiness of his hand.
 
He was Ross Tarrant.
 
His mouth twisted bitterly.
 
Perhaps not an officer and a gentleman.
 
But he was Ross Tarrant, and he would not shirk his duty.
 
At the first knock on the door, the gun roared.
 
 
Chapter 2.
 
Sybil Chastain Giacomo would always catch men’s glances and inflame their senses. Especially when the unmistakable light burned in her eyes and she moved sensually, a woman clearly hungering for a man.
 
Always, it was a young man.
 
But, passion spent, the latest youth sprawled asleep beside her, Sybil slipped from beneath the satin sheets, drew the brocaded dressing gown around her voluptuous body, and prowled restlessly through the dark house, anger a hot scarlet thread through the black misery in her heart.
 
 
Chapter 3.
 
Despite the fitful gleam of the pale April moon, Tarrant House was almost completely hidden in the deep shadows of the towering live oaks. A wisp of breeze barely stirred the long, dangling wisps of Spanish moss. A single light shone from a second-story window, providing a glimpse of plastered brick and a portion of one of the four huge Corinthian columns that supported the elegant double piazzas and the pediment above.
 
Pressed against the cold iron railing of the fence, the young woman shivered. The night pulsed with movement—unseen, inimical, hostile. The magnolia leaves slapped, like the tap of a woman’s shoes down an uncarpeted hall. The fronds of the palmettos clicked like ghostly dice at some long-ago gaming board. The thick shadows, pierced occasionally by pale moonbeams, took the shape of hurrying forms that responded to no call. She stood alone and alien in a shrouded, dark world that knew nothing of her—and cared nothing for her. The scent of magnolia and honeysuckle and banana shrub cloyed the air, thick as perfume from a flower-strewn coffin.
 
“Ohoooh!”
 
Courtney Kimball drew her breath in sharply as the falling moan, tremulous and plaintive, sounded again; then, her eyes adjusted to the night, she saw the swoop of the owl as it dove for its prey. One moment a tiny creature moved and lived; the next a scratching, scrabbling sound signaled sudden death.
 
But nothing could hold her gaze long except the house, famed as one of the Low Country’s loveliest Greek Revival mansions, home for generation after generation of Tarrants.
 
The House.
 
That’s how she always thought of it.
 
The House that held all the secrets and whose doors were barred to her.
 
Courtney gazed at the House with unforgiving eyes.
 
She was too young to know that some secrets are better left hid.

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