Aurora "Rory" DuMont is back in Lobster Cove to learn to be herself after being laid off from her job in Boston. The small town is filled with residents belonging to the Lobster Cove Ghost Hunters Society. In fact, the seaside cottage left to her by her Aunt Lorena, who shared her visions of the ghostly world. Rory intends to run her own graphic arts business, which has been a cherished dream for a long time. Now is the tine to make her dream a reality.
After being asked to speak at the Ghost Hunters Society, this began her relationship with Travis Reed, a science teacher at the middle school who was definitely NOT in to ghostly appearances. Travis is a hard believer in everything scientific. That is, until some of his students convince Rory and Travis to host a "Dumb Supper" and everything Travis has believed about ghosts being to change. This is only the start for Rory and Travis to investigate a long-time possible crime.
This installment from the Lobster Cove Series Is the first I have had the pleasure of reading. If you aren't a believe, this could certainly change your mind concerning paranormal belief. A GHOST OF A CLUE is completely spell binding and is guaranteed to keep your interest to the last page. I will make it a point to search out the other tales in this series. Debra Doggett is a gifted writer with a vivid imagination to feed the minds of the inquisitive.
Rory DuMont has had enough of hiding the fact that she
sees
ghosts. Lobster Cove is a new start and she's determined
to
shed the mistakes of the past.
If that means she ends up alone then so be it. What she
can't seem to shed is Travis Reed, Lobster Cove's
resident
skeptic and biology teacher. Sparks fly when the skeptic
and
the psychic find themselves alone together but the sparks
turn into flames when a ghost takes a personal interest
in
them.
Rory blew out a breath. βIf I tell you yes, Iβm messing
with you when I say there were ghosts here tonight then
youβre okay with that. Youβre comfortable with it. If I
tell you no, that there really was a ghost, two in fact,
here tonight, then the train derails and you run for the
hills.β
He stared at her for a moment with a thoughtful look on
his face. βTell me what you believe you saw.β
βThe truth?β
Travis nodded. βThe truth of what you believe you saw.β
βThatβs a very guarded way of putting it.β
βNo. Itβs a very scientific way of putting it. I canβt
know what to think if I donβt have all the evidence.β
βFair enough. I saw two ghosts.β
βWhole images?β
βOne fairly solid, a little boy and one kind of wavering,
an older woman.β
He watched her face as she said it, and Rory held her
breath, waiting for the sneer that had always accompanied
any talk of her gift in the past. She would be sorry to
see him walk away. Even though it had only been a few
weeks, she realized sheβd come to enjoy his company. Part
of her knew sheβd been hoping for something more, no
matter how much she told herself she wasnβt going to do
another relationship. Still, it would hurt, and she
steeled herself for the good-bye. At last he nodded.
βOkay, you saw two ghosts.β
βYouβre not headed for the door.β
βThe kids arenβt packed up yet.β He grinned. βAnd the
train is still on the tracks, Ms. DuMont. Nothing's
derailed yet."
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