Ghost Hunters Mystery-Detective Anthology Series

Four women, with unique super-abilities - who each could save or destroy humankind. Each came to this planet for their own reasons, deeply flawed. Victims of time and circumstance. Any one of these, just by themselves, could end all life on this planet in a heartbeat. Why would anyone want to assemble a team of feminine time bombs? Maybe to get them to save their own lives... (Contains the complete 4-part anthology.) Excerpt: I looked at Gaia worried face, and then to Hami's. "Would it do any good to see the crater where it happened?" Gaia shook her head "no". "If you consider this table the crater..." She places the salt and pepper shakers near the center, and a paper napkin dispenser to one side, half way to the table edge. "Tess and Silvie were in the middle, Star was up on the side." She tipped the pieces on their sides to show roughly how the girl's bodies were laying. The salt and pepper shakers were laying at right angles to each other. "And Star was face down?" "Yes, and her head was toward the edge of the crater." I considered this. "So their burns weren't necessarily from Star." "Unless she burned them first and then was moving away." "...and went unconscious afterward, like she collapsed when we found her." Hami put her hand on top of mine. She knew how much I was taking this personally, by how I was forcing myself to study the "crime scene". Gaia looked over the positioning again. "But we didn't see tracks behind her, and the radiation wasn't any higher than normal. If it had been, Jean and I would have drenched that place in water to cool it off, like last time." "That clothing they all wore was nearly tear-proof. The tessies made it, and it's more like a woven steel that a bullet couldn't even get through. Yet their clothing was ripped on all of them. The only thing that could do that would be the tessies themselves." Gaia raised an eyebrow at that."But aren't they friendly to Tess? Like almost part of her? Her clothing shouldn't have been torn." "And as well, I've seen Silvie's fireballs dissolve a thick, braided cord of that stuff. If Star had gone 'nova' on them, it would have melted that side of their clothing." Rochelle scooted her chair closer to mine, and put her arm around the back of it. "Not exactly a locked-door mystery, but close." I nodded. "All this points to someone else being present and causing this somehow." The screen door swung open at that, and we all heard some soft feet pad in on the tongue-and-groove wood floor. A green hood of her insulated jacket covered straight strawberry-blond hair, parted in the middle. That all framed a pair of light green eyes, a petite nose, and full rose-red lips. Her soft-soled, brown leather boots climbed up her legs to disappear beneath the bottom edge of the long, quilted jacket. Her look was serious, but calm as she took in the three of us. "That someone else – would be me." (Contains the complete 4-part anthology.) Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.

Boy meets girl at a diner - and condemns thousands of ghosts to haunt forever. Young John Earl Stark met Mary in a diner, an innocent girl who was just getting over a tragic outcome in her life. He helped her regain hope and gave her the tools to sort out her life. A simple gesture. He also gave her his phone number. But then hell broke loose. John found himself in a time loop, so that he never made the decision to become a Ghost Hunter. He job should have been to help ghosts move on. To his rescue came one of those ghosts-turned-spirit-guide, the great aunt of the original Mary. Who would return to being a ghost if she didn't succeed at this mission. In the background are two humans who had to seek that time loop to excape their own chasers. Could they help Mary help John to break that time loop and make the best decision? Find out what happens to John, to the young Mary, to great-aunt Mary, to the world of ghosts that John may or may not be destined to save... All in eight short stories collected into this single anthology.   This Anthology Contains:  - The Case of a Cruising Phantom by S. H. Marpel  - The Maestro, by R. L. Saunders  - The Case of the Walkaway Blues by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel  - The Case of the Walkaway Diner Redoux by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel  - Walkaway Redemption by S. H. Marpel  - Walkaway Mary by S. H. Marpel  - The Return of Walkaway Mary by S. H. Marpel  - The Last Piece Missing, by J. R. Kruze   Excerpt: WE SHIMMERED INTO PLACE right outside a diner. Looked like L.A. because of all the asphalt, cement, and palm trees. The diner had a lot of glass and chrome. And it was decorated for Christmas with plastic wreaths and synthetic ribbons. The sky overhead was clear, with a tinge of smog between us, the sun, and the cloudless sky. Still a West Coast idea of what passed for morning out here. Carol turned to me and smiled, then wrapped her arms around me to hug me in a bear grip that showed her relief and thankfulness. Not uncomfortable, though. This was the old Carol I knew better. She let up and pushed back to look at me, her arms on my shoulders. "It's been so long, Mary. You look great." Carol's smile was back, and the tenseness had dropped out of her voice. I had to smile in return. "It's good to see you, too. And thanks. Now, what is going on? What's this all about?" A slight frown crossed her forehead. "Now you and I are safe here. The others, well, not so much. Did you get through those books and the briefing file?" I nodded. "Just barely." "I wish you'd had more time, but no one has that luxury anymore. Thing's are unraveling." "How's that?" "You saw your old ship?" "Sent to salvage, it said, Before John could rescue me." Carol nodded. "That's the problem with most of the Ghost Hunter network. Every since John decided not to join. In fact, he never moved to that farm we all know and love." I was speechless, even though my jaw was open – nothing was coming out. So I closed it. "Wait – how did that happen?" Carol hiked a thumb over her shoulder at that diner. "Since he was trapped in there..."   Get Your Copy Now.