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A Ghost At Stallion's Gate by Elizabeth Eagan-Cox

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Also by Elizabeth Eagan-Cox:

A Ghost To Die For, February 2013
Hardcover / e-Book
A Ghost At Stallion's Gate, November 2011
Paperback
A Ghost Meets an Angel, August 2010
Trade Size / e-Book
A Ghost at Stallion's Gate, January 2010
Trade Size / e-Book
A Ghost From The Shadows, October 2009
Trade Size / e-Book
A Ghost of a Chance, February 2009
Trade Size / e-Book

A Ghost At Stallion's Gate
Elizabeth Eagan-Cox

Shannon Delaney # 4
Write Words, Inc
November 2011
On Sale: November 3, 2011
212 pages
ISBN: 1613860242
EAN: 9781613860243
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In book 4, Shannon Delaney gets caught up in a web of deception, intrigue and a ghostly haunting as she delves into a cold-case mystery from Hollywood’s glamorous decade of the 1920s: Good grief, it was as if the sound was immediately behind me. I turned and was shocked to see that what was making the odd noise was all too apparent and far too close for comfort. And it was looking down at me. I looked around for a place to run to. I dashed a few steps to the side and the room’s atmosphere shifted, causing a rift in the ground. I tripped over my own two feet, crashing to my knees. The thing was hanging over me. I dared to glance up, discovering that all the color in the room had faded away into a sepia world. “Grab hold,” it commanded.

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