Jayce Ventura:
Ghost Detective
By Serena Akeroyd
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2017
It says a lot
about a person when their best friend is a ghost.
But, Jayce
Ventura, ghost detective, has nothing but the deceased as friends. With no love
life, no social life, and only Ben and Jerry who'll put up with her,
something's gotta give. But what?
When Drake Edwin
comes to her for help in finding closure with his nephew's death, Jayce is
dragged out of her apathy and into the weird and wonderful world of
emotion.
Only trouble is,
Drake's nephew didn't OD, he was murdered, and Jayce is the only one who can
make good this situation.
Mixing work and
pleasure is never the best idea, but when you throw murder into the scenario,
it gets a thousand times worse.
Only a helping
hand from the other side will get this duo together, but even ghosts can be
bitter. Will Drake and Jayce ever make it? Or were they broken before they
managed to meet...?
“Is he certain
that Nate Cambright was behind this?”
Drake's voice
penetrates the ghostly conversation. “It's more circumstantial than I'd like.
Nate threatened David, told him he'd regret it if he went to the party where
his drink was spiked.”
“Can he remember
anything else?”
“What did they
spike the drink with?” David asks, and I pass on the question to Drake who
answers:
“Ketamine.”
“Special K?” He
huffs. “Then it's Nate. He was dealing it at school.”
When I pass that
on to Drake, his eyes bug out. “Are you being serious? You knew and didn't tell
me?”
“What? And make
my life a thousand times worse?” David shakes his head. “Nate's the most
arrogant SOB because of who his dad is. He thinks nothing can touch him. If
people know I died of a Special K overdose, then they'll know he was the one to
spike my drink.”
“David, I've
heard of Ketamine. It's hallucinogenic. Before you passed, you'll have been
hallucinating. Think back,” Kenna tells him. “Do you remember anything from
that time?”
“I've thought
about that night every day since, Kenna.”
She narrows her
eyes at him when he bows his head. “You're keeping something back. I can sense
it.”
“No, I'm not.
Why would I?” He licks his lips. “The only thing I can remember is...well, I do
remember Nate getting in my face. He was laughing at me. Taunting me.” When I
tell Drake that, he bites out, “What are we going to do? He needs to pay.”
“Well, first
things first, we need to get David out of here.”
Drake frowns.
“How do you even do that?”
“That's for me
to know and for you not to find out.”
His glower
doesn't affect me. Hell, Kenna does nothing but glare at me for most of every,
single, freakin' day! “If it's going to affect my nephew, then I think I
deserve to know.”
David's chest
puffs up again. “That's my uncle,” he tells Kenna, who really isn't impressed.
“Yeah, I got
that.” She rolls her eyes. “Tell him not to get his knickers in a twist.”
I sniff. “It's
not like I'm going to do something bad, for God's sake. I'm going to make it so
he's no longer connected to this place.” As I fold my arms across my chest, I
won't lie, there's a pout to my lips. “I thought you'd approve.”
He blinks at me.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. Watch
it, buster,” I snipe. “Do you want to come with me, David? Or do you like this
dump?”
Apparently I've
astounded both men, because David's ghostly lips work but no noise pops out. He
looks like a silvery goldfish. When he gulps, I know he's way too close to
tears for my own comfort.
“I'd like that,” he whispers, his tone quivery.
“Kenna says it's cool where you live.”
“It's certainly
better than this shithole,” I remark, peering around the admittedly grim
bookshop. But, it's not like if I pretty up the place it will make it better
for its current residents. Ghosts actually come here because it's, well, I
guess it suits their mood. Ghosts aren't exactly happy, after all.
Serena Akeroyd
is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy
ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction,
Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for
sexy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of
naughty!
A citizen of the
world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the
globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a
private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh?
Always feel free
to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow
romance addicts!
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