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Some stories are dying to be finished.
Emory Mayhue has three missed deadlines, one blank page, and six weeks before her publishing career flatlines for good. Desperate to outrun a crushing case of writer's block, she escapes to a crumbling carriage house in New Orleans' French Quarter, hoping the city's legendary magic will shake something loose.
Instead, she finds Everett Beauregard-a sharp-tongued ghost in a vintage suit, dead for over a century and determined to edit her manuscript whether she likes it or not.
Everett was a novelist before betrayal stole his book, the woman he loved, and, ultimately, his life. Now he offers Emory a bargain she can't refuse: Help him finish the novel that got him killed, and he'll help resurrect her career.
Complicating things is Theo Laurent, the historian next door-very much alive and exactly the distraction Emory doesn't need. It's hard to focus on the living when your ghostly co-author keeps slamming doors and accidentally spilling coffee every time the moment starts to spark.
But the deeper they dig into Everett's unfinished book, the clearer it becomes that someone worked very hard to bury the truth. And that some things stay buried for a reason.
Some stories are dying to be finished.
Emory Mayhue has three missed deadlines, one blank page, and six weeks before her publishing career flatlines for good. Desperate to outrun a crushing case of writer's block, she escapes to a crumbling carriage house in New Orleans' French Quarter, hoping the city's legendary magic will shake something loose.
Instead, she finds Everett Beauregard-a sharp-tongued ghost in a vintage suit, dead for over a century and determined to edit her manuscript whether she likes it or not.
Everett was a novelist before betrayal stole his book, the woman he loved, and, ultimately, his life. Now he offers Emory a bargain she can't refuse: Help him finish the novel that got him killed, and he'll help resurrect her career.
Complicating things is Theo Laurent, the historian next door-very much alive and exactly the distraction Emory doesn't need. It's hard to focus on the living when your ghostly co-author keeps slamming doors and accidentally spilling coffee every time the moment starts to spark.
But the deeper they dig into Everett's unfinished book, the clearer it becomes that someone worked very hard to bury the truth. And that some things stay buried for a reason.
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