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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy/Horror
eBook Description: After Jaclyn Jade died, she didn't go straight to Heaven or back to Hell. She found herself in the middle and with a choice. If she searches and ultimately discovers the inaccuracy that caused her to fall short of grace, she will be able to redeem herself and go to Heaven. Since she was murdered, she hopes her killer will lead to the truth behind her fate. In the meantime, she must live in the unfamiliar spirit world, learning its rules, boundaries and skills. Unfortunately, the only one there to teach her is an arrogant ghost named Logan. Logan Smith is an old soul. His existence has been mundane until the murder of Jaclyn Jade, a beautiful yet insufferable woman. While helping Jaclyn, he is reminded of his own demise and is haunted by a past that is resurrected when a psychic, Morgan, overhears him and Jaclyn talking. Even though he is worried that his world will come crumbling down around him, he believes Jaclyn's future justifies every sacrifice. Ever since Morgan Reed could remember she could hear the voices of the dead. Not until Jaclyn and Logan had a ghost ever spoken to her, much less ask for her help. What she doesn't know is that being invited into the spirit world may expose her psychic abilities and destroy her way of life. Personalities, eras and worlds collide as this mismatched paranormal trio set out to solve the mystery of Jaclyn's murder.

eBook Publisher: Tease Publishing LLC, Published: 2008, 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2008

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [590 KB], eReader (PDB) [187 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [167 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [154 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [192 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [196 KB], hiebook (KML) [449 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [272 KB], iSilo (PDB) [144 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [194 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [231 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [238 KB]
Words: 53301
Reading time: 152-213 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 978-1-934678-52-7

After Jaclyn decided to wait to sign the contract, she reappeared right back where she started, but she didn't receive the reaction from Logan she had expected. He stood with his back against the bedroom door, his arms crossed, and his black felt hat once again the focal point of his face. "What are you doing here?" the first thing he said. "Why would you pass up a golden opportunity like hand picking your family?"

Immediately, nauseating regret swept over Jaclyn. "I can't believe what you're saying. You're the one who told me I didn't have to agree to anything."

"Your choice, not mine."

"Excuse me?" Jaclyn may have been a little disoriented in the beginning, but now that she had been dead for a while, her head had become hers again. And it was clear that this guy was playing games with her. "I based my entire future on what you said. And what you said was not to agree to anything. So I didn't, but now you're telling me something entirely different. You should have said, "take the offer," or something."

"This isn't my fault, so don't blame your decision on me."

"Uuh!" Jaclyn screamed. "Are you insane? Every bit of this is your fault, and you are going to help me fix it!"

"Is that right?" He looked her in the eyes for the first time since she arrived back.

Where his words were poignant and sharp, his eyes told a different story. They captivated her, holding her attention with tender compassion. She quickly looked away so he wouldn't see that he had affected her. "Yes," she whispered with a softness she could have kicked herself for. She closed her eyes as she turned from him, her clear head, once again, becoming clouded with confusion.

When she reopened her eyes she faced a blank wall where her bed should have been. "Isn't this my apartment?"

"Yes, but Mr. Carta moved in last week," Logan said, as he walked over and put his hand on the hideous black metal bed frame that had replaced her antique dresser and canopy bed.

Upon further inspection, Jaclyn also noticed that the white walls were repainted hunter green, and her Tiffany lamp had been replaced with a silver desk lamp. Moved in? How could that be? I didn't even move out.

Jaclyn ran out of her room and down the small hallway to the living room. Sure enough, everything had been changed. Her elegant furniture and professionally decorated living area had been turned into a house full of rummage sale items. Nothing left of her.

"You've been away for six weeks," she heard Logan say from behind her. "Time here and time there are different."

"But Charles Charles told me I only have twenty four hours before I have to decide if I'm going to Hell. Is it over?"

"Calm down, your clock started as soon as you arrived back. But you have already wasted about, oh, thirty minutes whining and complaining."

"You're right. I have wasted enough time talking to you." She gave a throat growl and then turned and stomped back down the hall. Since she really had no destination, she felt a bit relieved when she heard Logan on her heels.

"Wait, you're right," he said, with mock sincerity. "I apologize for letting you know you had a choice. I should have just let you go to Hell."

She stopped abruptly and turned to face him. "What are you doing in my apartment anyway? Have you been waiting for me for six weeks?"

"Hardly. You just happen to arrive during my rounds; five, four, three..."

"What are you doing?"

He continued, "...two, one."