Wanted: Ghost-Busting Bride by Donna Helmedag & Margaret Breashears

Author:Donna Helmedag & Margaret Breashears [Helmedag, Donna & Breashears, Margaret]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Tell Tale Publishing, LLC
Published: 2013-02-08T05:00:00+00:00

Two hours later, Kailyn wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans and plowed through the brambles. Desdemona wasn’t going to mess with her anymore. If the blasted ghost lived in the crumbling west tower, that’s where she’d corner the phantom. Desdemona needed something to be free of Ryne. It was time to pry the story out of her.

“Are you sure this is allowed?” A few feet behind her, Allison pointed a thermal scanner at the decayed wooden door.

No. She hadn’t exactly asked permission. If Markham didn’t know about the ghost hunt, he couldn’t forbid her to challenge Desdemona. “You didn’t have to follow me. I just needed the location of the second ghost from you.”

“No way would I miss out on an opportunity to see the ghost in action.” Allison patted her pink-flowered vest—stuffed with ghost-hunting tools—and giggled.

“Stay back. Desdemona isn’t noted for being nice.”

The rickety door hung by one hinge. It creaked ominously as if agreeing with her opinion of the ghost’s nasty temper.

Kailyn gritted her teeth, crouched and gripped the bottle of hair gel in two hands. Aiming the nozzle at the opening, she crept forward. Thanks to Mrs. Simms’s fancy hairdos, she had a ghost-retardant as a weapon. “Can you get a reading on Desdemona?”

“Yes, her energy surrounds the door.”

Kailyn’s heart thundered in her chest. She flattened against the wall and kicked the wobbly portal. It groaned, but didn’t budge. Squatting down, she picked up a thick branch then jammed it into the crack between the doorjamb and the rotten wood.

A foul-smelling blast of cold air knocked her into a thorn bush, while peals of thunder boomed overhead. Despite the sharp barbs digging into her flesh, she pointed the bottle toward the gusting air and squirted.

“Tell me where to point the camera,” Allison shouted above the noise.

“At the bottom of the door.” She watched a flat glob of now-red hair gel slither under the splintered wood. If she could tear free of the blasted thorns, she’d be able to corner her rival. The goo had stopped Desdemona’s attack.

“Desdemona, I’m not here to harm you,” she yelled. “I want to know why you plague the earls of Ryne Castle.”

“Lady Anne stole my rightful station,” thundered the hoarse voice Kailyn had first heard at the ruins.

How do you restore social status to a five-hundred-year-old ghost? “You became a countess. What more do you want?”

“A position worthy of my heritage. But history cannot be altered.”

The whole tower above her head started to shake until stones hurtled down at them.

“Lady Anne, help.” Pushing Allison in front of her, Kailyn dashed for the garden, dodging boulders.

Suddenly the ground stopped shaking, and the roar of thunder ceased. Breathing hard, she halted as Allison slumped onto the stone bench. A shimmering green glow surrounded both of them. The last flying rock fell harmlessly at their feet.

“Allison,” Kailyn gasped. “Your camera.” Snatching it, Kailyn snapped a picture of Lady Anne.

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