Finding Paradise (Book Two in the Love Life Series)

By Anne Seaworthy

Jamie and the rest of the Lady Kate crew are still Dreamcatching when Jamie is summoned to the House of the Board of Dead and Undead People. According to the president, his ticket to Paradise is finding true love. Jamie isn't sure he wants to go to Paradise, but he explores some options. Meanwhile, India tries her hand at college life after being rejected by her crush, Jamie. One of her professors just happens to be a notorious ghost-hunter bent on vanquishing the whole crew...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anne Seaworthy
• Release date: Aug 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310444432

Anne Seaworthy

Anne Seaworthy grew up in a quaint little beachside town called Santa Monica. She has been writing since she was old enough to hold a pencil. When she's not writing, she enjoys passing the time with her cat, Artemis, doing nail art, and baking.

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FINDING PARADISE

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by

Anne Seaworthy

Published by Hippocampus Press at Smashwords

Copyright 2015 Anne Seaworthy

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The characters and events in this book are fictitious, even those referring to actual or well-known entities. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Chapter One

By day, Professor Stanley Gruff teaches at the local public university. By night, he Dreams of horrifying, fascinating things. His nightmares are particularly sought-after by the hoity-toity West Ectopians. But it takes at least two Dreamcatchers to take them on.

India and I gaze at the rainbow glowing ball trembling on a ridge of Stanley’s brain, neither of us wanting to make the first move, both of us wanting the other ghost to think we’re brave though we’re actually racked with mortal terror (an old habit from our living years.)

Do you want to see the content before we try and capture it? India asks me. Then we’ll know if it’s worth harvesting.

Good idea, I say. Do you want to step inside first? I gesture politely for the lady to go ahead of me.

Let’s do it together, India says.

I can’t help wincing a little when she grabs my hand – she’s always touching me, and it always makes me feel claustrophobic.

She counts to three and we both step into the Dream. Inside is a sunlit cemetery, filled with small gravestones and rosebushes.

This isn’t so bad, India remarks, disappointed.

A family stands around a tiny hole at the center of the cemetery. A tiny black coffin sits inside. No one seems particularly devastated, except the boy who looks about six or seven years old. I can tell by his upturned nose and wild orange hair that this is Stanley as a child.

A small ghost seeps out of the coffin and hovers over the family.