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Love Can Be Murder





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Alexander Forsythe, a one hundred and three year old vampire, has an unwelcome house guest- a ghost by the name of Abbie Cowan. Not only does she throw temper tantrums on a regular basis, but she’s trashed his home and belongings. It’s time for her to be evicted.

Willow Cowan, the local witch, is a descendant of Abbie. Although Alex can’t stand witchcraft, he knows he needs Willow’s help to remove the spirit. Willow is not so sure she wants any part of a ghost hunt, until she sees a priceless family heirloom on display in Alex’s home. She agrees to help him in exchange for the necklace, though Alex is reluctant to part with the expensive jewelry.

Can they learn to work together and get past their differences? Or will Abbie be the one obstacle they can’t remove?

77 Pages Sensual

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The large wooden door of his office crashed against the wall as he shoved it open. He strode over to his massive mahogany desk and reached for the notepad resting where he'd left it with an Aurora pen on top. He picked up the pad and tore off the top sheet. Willow Cowan. The name and phone number of the local witch were scrawled diagonally across the paper. He shook his head. He'd heard of her.

Alex didn't put much stock in witchcraft. One, he didn't approve of it, and two, he didn't want anything to do with it personally. But it looked like he was going to need her help after all.

He'd discovered the ghost was a distant ancestor of Willow's. Although he couldn't remember how many greats separated them, Willow might be the key to removing his resident pest.

Alex dropped into the large leather chair. The padded seat softened his collapse. His elbows rested on the desk, and he placed his head in his hands. Pain throbbed behind his eyes. A crash sounded from the next room, bringing a growl to his throat from deep in his chest. Abbie would destroy everything he owned if he didn't do something soon. The lamp she'd broken earlier tonight was irreplaceable, a priceless antique. There was no way of telling how much she'd already cost him.


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