 Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever had an experience you couldn't explain? A few years ago, I was at the Menger Hotel in San Antonio. Supposedly the hotel is very haunted. Ghosts are seen frequently. Teddy Roosevelt's ghost likes to haunt the bar looking for men to sign up for his Rough Riders. One night, I woke. Something was off. I glanced over to the chair in the room to find a man in the chair watching us. When I looked at the mirror, he couldn't be seen, only the green dress on the back of the chair. The man wore an old button down collar-less shirt. I felt like he was watching over my friend and I sleeping. I told him "Thank You" and rolled over and went back to sleep. In other people's rooms that night, things were destroyed like the phone or pennies were left on their computers. Share about your ghostly experience!! And check out Susan V. Vaughn's latest book, Love Detour about Ashlyn who not only sees a ghost but takes his advice! BLURB: Life can change in the most unexpected ways. Ashlyn Montana had encountered ghosts her whole life, but none more charming or irresistible than Bob Abbott. From the moment the fatherly figure floated into her life, she knew she met a friend she could trust. Pressured by her family to marry young, Ashlyn takes Bob’s advice and goes on the run in disguise. But when he talks her into taking a job in Breaker Creek as a farm boy named Al, she becomes suspicious. Did her ghostly pal lead her to freedom, or entangle her into his past? Hunter Abbott had no idea what he was getting into hiring the clueless and scrawny farm boy, Al. But he felt for the kid. There was a time he was once a lost boy looking for a place to belong, until his Uncle Bob took him under his wing. But when Hunter tries to help guide Al into a farmer it leads to a shocking discovery. His new hire is hiding an unbelievable secret. And Hunter is about to face a reality he never thought possible. Can the two people Bob Abbot loves most, find love as they work to solve the mystery of his murder? EXCERPT: “So what?” Al challenged back. His voice had gone up in pitch again, and his eyes were blazing with anger. “You’re not the boss of everything I do.” He crossed his arms over his chest. If Al wanted to fight with him like a man, then he had better be ready to act like one. “I pay you, feed you, and give you a place to live. And as long as I do all three of those things what I say goes.” He leaned close and lowered his voice. “Now go take a shower, change your clothes, and join our guests for dinner.” Al turned his head to the left of him and stuck out his tongue. Hunter grabbed him by the front of his overalls and pulled him up into the air so that they were face to face. “Now you’re sticking out your tongue at me?” “Not at you,” the boy squeaked, fighting Hunter’s grip. “Then who are you giving that look too, kid?” He gave the boy one gentle warning shake, before lowering him back to his feet. “I’m the only person standing in this room with you.” Al looked down at his boots, refusing to answer. And just like that, Hunter snapped again. He grabbed onto the boy’s arm firmly, and repeated, “Who are you giving that look to?” “Nobody.” Al tried to pull his arm back and got nowhere. He glanced up at Hunter with desperation, and his eyes were so startling green at that moment—his lashes so long, his cheeks so pink—he looked exactly like a woman. Hunter dropped the boy's arm and took several steps back. Pick Up Your Copy Now! |
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