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The Ghost at the B&B

KC Kendricks

Publisher: White Deer Enterprises/White Deer Books

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Summary

Michael Brooks’ life took an unexpected direction when he found the Taylor Mansion, a two-story Colonial perfect for a Bed & Breakfast. An untenured college professor, he’s suddenly also a successful entrepreneur. And best of all, he met sexy deputy Colin Jefferson and they hit it off in a big way. He’s even made friends with the mansion’s resident ghost.  
Deputy Colin Jefferson is a hometown boy who made good. As a member of the local police force, he serves the community he loves. He’s heard tales about the Taylor Mansion ghost all his life. Now he’s living there with Michael and knows the stories are true. There’s a ghost with a penchant for voyeurism lurking in his bedroom.  
How the ghost came to live in at the B&B is a mystery Michael and Colin need to solve. It’s the only way for their resident spirit to get justice and to find eternal rest. Until they can unearth the murderer, the ghost at the bed and breakfast is a permanent guest. 
* * * * * 
“You know his name is Colin, and are you kidding? Absolutely not. That would be an infringement of our privacy.” 
Robin looked at me with a dismayed expression on his all-too-human face. “You think that pimping me as the friendly ghost here doesn’t amount to the same thing? You didn’t even bother to ask if I’d mind being exposed to public view. I’m at least entitled to something in the way of compensation.” 
I thought he would be if he was alive, but he wasn’t and that put me at a disadvantage in being able to understand him. I conceded the point. 
“Fine, but there must be something else that you’d like.” 
“I’d like to change history and come back to life. I’d like to punish the bastards who took my life from me. Since neither of those things will ever happen, and I still have needs the same as any other man, I—” 
My mouth fell open. He’d never alluded to that before. 
“You do? Really? I had no idea. I thought…” Actually, I wasn’t sure what I thought. 
“I admit I have my limitations. That’s a given. Even so, I lost my life not my feelings.” 
As much as I felt for him in such a predicament, I knew my partner. 
“Colin will never agree to you indulging your voyeuristic tendencies by watching his bare butt. And don’t go all peeping Tom on the paying guests, either.” 
Robin gave an offhand shrug and then grinned. “That’s easily fixed. Don’t tell him.”

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