Ghouls, Ghouls, Ghouls (Ghost Hunter Mysteries, No. 5)
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When M.J. Holliday and the crew of her cable TV show, Ghoul Getters, venture to the haunted ruins of Dunlow Castle in Ireland, drawn by the legend of hidden treasure, they hope the road will rise up to meet them, that the wind will always be at their backs-and that the resident phantom won't push them off a cliff. If they treasure their lives, M.J. and her ghost busters need to get the drop on the menacing phantom...
me. “It’s warm at least.” “What’re you going to wear?” Gilley reached for his backpack and pulled out his own coat. “This.” I held out my hand for his coat instead of the sweatshirt, knowing how nervous Gil got when he wasn’t wearing it. “Thanks, honey.” “How’s she doing?” I heard someone ask. Turning to look, I saw Gopher and Heath walking toward us. “She’ll be okay,” Gilley said. I blushed because I’d been an emotional wreck all the way back down the staircase. “Did you find him?” I
courage to simply trust that I’ll come up with something decent when all I’ve given you at the start is the tiny seed of an idea, and for that trust, I genuinely, genuinely thank you. Next, to my glorious agent, Jim McCarthy, who seven years ago reached into the agency slush pile and pulled my query letter out of the trash. ... How do you thank someone for giving you a second chance when no one else would? For literally being the person responsible for making one of your closest-held dreams come
the guilt of my flirtations with my fellow ghostbuster had chilled things down for us and we’d both agreed to focus on the job at hand rather than getting handsy with each other. So Gopher’s remark cut into me, but I couldn’t let it show; otherwise he was the type to continue to push my buttons. Instead I gave him a tight smile, got out of the backseat, and hopped into the front, picking up the map and studying it for a minute before I instructed him to turn us around. It took a few minutes to
that stumped me. For the life of me I couldn’t think of a reason why Dunnyvale would save me from the phantom only to send me in circles about its origin. “I haven’t figured that part out yet.” Heath leaned back in his seat and sighed tiredly. “Well,” he said, “we’d better figure it out soon if we’re going to save Gopher.” Chapter 8 Heath and I stood on the first cobblestones of the causeway, shivering in the cold wind, blowing out of the north. “Jesus,” he said, ducking his chin against
kettle black, don’t you think?” Gilley’s jaw fell open and he immediately set down the pudding, only to then pick up a cookie and begin nibbling. “You know I eat when I’m stressed!” he shrieked. I held up my hands in surrender, already regretting the dig. “Yes, yes,” I said. “It was a poor joke. I’m sorry.” But Gilley only harrumphed and got up off the bed to rush into the bathroom to view his profile. “So my jeans are a little tight!” he shouted. I winced. Again, he can really reach those