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Happy Halloween! by Tymber Dalton
October 31, 2008, 6:04 pm
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No trick today, just a (hopefully!) treat. An unedited excerpt from my upcoming novel, “Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed,” coming in June, 2009, from Lyrical Press.

I’ve got six books planned in the series to date. Think “Men in Black” meets “Ghost Hunters” with quite a bit of snark thrown in for good measure, where demons are the good guys!


Perpetually in shade from the massive live oaks, the old cemetery offered cool refuge, even from the scorching April Florida sun. Early on a Wednesday morning he was the only one there.

His feet knew the way without his brain interfering, which was a good thing because his mind was firmly settled in the past, in his memories–

In his prayers for the not-too-distant future.

Not long, Abby. Not much longer, sweetheart.

Her grave was tucked by itself in a quiet corner under a towering oak, large azalea bushes granting him more privacy. An extra charge he’d gratefully paid. He knelt beside the marker and carefully tucked the small bundle of white roses into the vase by the stone.

It was smooth, pale peach granite, unremarkable except for the inscription.

AnnaBelinda Hellenboek – Beloved soul mate.

No date of birth listed, only her date of death, nearly twenty-six years earlier.

As always he lost track of time. He talked to her out loud, reminiscing, remembering, planning. It wouldn’t be long before he could join her. No, not long at all.

After two hours he kissed his fingers and touched the cool stone. “I’ll try to be here next week, but I don’t know if I’ll be back in time or not. I’ll get here as soon as I can, sweetheart. I love you. Always, Abby. Always.”

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and slowly returned to his car. Over twenty-five years later and his soul still hurt as bad as it had the day he lost her.

The day she was murdered.


Chapter One

“Will, is that you?” Aidan yelled from the back room when the front office door opened.

“Yeah.” Will dropped the mail on his desk and sat heavily, scrubbing his face with his hands.

How did I let him rope me into this? It was something Will wondered every day, and he still had no answer.

Aidan stuck his head through the doorway. “Where you been?” Will glared at him and Aidan’s face fell. “Sorry, dude. I forgot it’s Wednesday.” He immediately brightened. “Hey, I got a call from our liaison at the network. They’re sending us a new producer, some dude named Cal Martin.”

Will groaned. “We don’t need a producer. Why won’t they leave us alone? We’ve got it covered.” He sorted bills from fan mail into two neat piles.

Aidan walked over and perched on the corner of Will’s desk. “Listen, if they’re giving us the budget to pay for a producer, accept the gift horse. That means they’re pumping money into us, they want us around for a while.”

“I don’t want to be around for a while.”

“Dude, listen to yourself. Mr. Doom and Gloom. We could kick Sci-Fi Channel’s ass to home and back with one hand behind our back.” Aidan was convinced he could change Will’s mind if given enough time.

Will picked up one of the bills and ripped open the envelope. “We can’t do that and you know it.”

“Well, we can damn well give them a better show. So what if we can’t get as deep as we could?” He ran a hand through his scruffy blond hair. He was overdue for a haircut and it brushed his shoulders, giving him a vaguely surfer-dude look.

“Look, I only agreed to this hare-brained scheme because you’re my cousin and my friend.”

“You love this and you know it.” Aidan fingered the tiger eye amulet hanging from a black satin cord around his neck. “It’s in your blood, it’s all you know.”

Will wouldn’t meet Aidan’s honey-hazel eyes. “I want out. I’m tired, and I’m ready to go.”

“I wish you’d come to your senses.” Aidan knew time was growing short and was desperate to get Will to change his plans.

“I should have come to my senses years ago. If there was any other way out I’d take it in a heartbeat and you know it.” He dropped several fan letters into the basket beside his desk for their production assistant to take care of. “I hate this, I hate living.” He leaned back in his chair. “So when do we meet this new producer?”

“They’re sending him straight over to the shoot tonight.”

“Great. Just in time to screw us up and throw our whole routine off.”

They looked up as Gery opened the front door. Aidan watched the large man juggle a laptop case and a drink carrier with four cups of coffee and went to help.

“Thanks, man,” Gery said. Geryon Arnold was huge, well over six feet tall and broad as a bull. His close-cropped black hair and brown eyes endowed him with a military look. Not many people talked back to Gery when he stared them down, but he was under normal circumstances a friendly, if not quiet man. Will had known him for centuries and counted on his strength more times than he cared to remember. Will still counted on Gery, even though Gery still officially worked for the Firm.

Aidan handed Will a cup of coffee, took one for himself, and sat the carrier on Gery’s desk. “Where’s Purs?” Aidan asked.

Gery shook his head. “He’ll be here. He had a hot date last night.”

“I wish he could keep it in his pants for once,” Will growled.

Aidan laughed. “Dude, you could have all the girls you want.” He pointed to a plastic crate on the floor next to Gery’s desk, overflowing with fan mail. “You probably have twenty marriage proposals and fifteen requests to father children in there. Pick one.”

Will glared at him and Aidan dropped it. When his cousin’s slate grey eyes turned midnight blue it was time to change the subject, and Aidan damn well knew it.

Want to read more while waiting for it to come out? My vampire romance, “Love and Brimstone,” is currently available from Amira Press!

Lesli Richardson


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