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When
hotel inspector, Tallulah Thompson, is called in along with her pug,
Franny, to investigate renovation delays, she meets an extremely annoyed
and dapper turn-of-the-century innkeeper. The only problem is he’s in
limbo, neither dead nor alive, and Tallulah and the pug are the first to
see him in a hundred years.
Cursed by a medicine
woman, “Love ‘em and Leave ‘em Lucius” Stewart is stuck between worlds
until he finds his true love and gives her his heart. When he first sees
Tallulah, he doesn’t know what he’s feeling. Yet, her stunning beauty,
and feisty attitude pull him in.
With the fate of Hotel
LaBelle on the line, Tallulah with the help of a powerful medicine
woman turns Lucius back into a flesh and blood man. She and Lucius team
up to save the hotel, but Tallulah can't help but wonder if he will ever
let go of his past love and learn to love again.
Excerpt:
A book flew at his head—and sailed through him, bouncing off the wall and landing on the floor.
Mouth agape, the woman stared from him to the book and back to him again. “You’re a ghost.”
“Not
exactly. Shall we start over?” He leaned against the wall and folded
his arms across his chest. “After a hundred years of being invisible to
everyone except you, I’d like to know who you are and what you’re doing
here.”
“Of course. Why not? Could today get any
weirder?” She sank into the desk chair, shook her head, and sighed. “My
name is Tallulah Thompson. I’m a hotel inspector, hired by the current
owner as a consultant to find out why the renovations are delayed and
what he needs to do to fix it. He’s teetering on the brink of
bankruptcy.”
“What tribe are you?”
She
jerked her head up and those doggone lapis lazuli eyes of hers sparked
as if she’d strike him with lightning and kill him with one look. “No
one asks that. It’s not politically correct.”
“Well, I
guess you haven’t been talking to the right people. And I don’t know
what you mean by that last part. I’ve never been involved in politics.”
“Nowadays,
it’s considered rude to ask about another person’s national origins.”
She threw her hands up. “Why am I giving a ghost an etiquette lesson?
What am I thinking?”
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