Edge of Sanity, Books 1 and 2, Now Available!

Now available from Freya's Bower: Edge of Sanity, Books 1 and 2, by Jamie Hill.

Detective Jake Gilford is skeptical when he hears Joss Wheeler say she believes her newly inherited house is haunted. He's a man of facts and hard evidence, and ghosts aren't on his radar screen. He's also a man, and Joss is a beautiful, if somewhat nutty, woman. Won over by her charms, he promises to stay and help her unravel the mystery of the house--or whatever else she has that might need unraveling . . .

Excerpt from Book 1:

"I think my house is haunted. Either that, or I'm losing my mind." The petite woman spoke matter-of-factly, a serious expression on her face.

Jake Gilford looked her over carefully, gauging his first impression. She was pretty, her caramel-colored skin slightly darker than a summer tan. Black-as-coal hair, in springy ringlets, touched her shoulders. Her eyes were a shade lighter, chocolate-colored, and definitely piercing as they gazed at him directly. She was a small woman, but shapely. He couldn't help but notice her nicely rounded breasts, which strained against her thin t-shirt, and the way her hips filled out a tight pair of faded jeans. Which doesn't mean she's not a freaking nutcase. He smiled politely. "Miss Wheeler?"

"Of course I'm Jocelyn Wheeler," she snapped, stepping back so he could come inside. "I phoned Chief Taylor about my situation. He assured me he'd send his best detective. I assume that'd be you, Detective…?" She shot him a look, which indicated her skepticism.

He forced another smile, and brushed past her to enter the old house. "Gilford. Jake Gilford. The Chief told me this was a special case. Something about he and your father being old friends—"

"They were. My father died a few months ago, and I'm here to settle his estate—the largest part of which is this house."

He took in as much as he could of the huge, ornately furnished house. If she stood to inherit everything, she'd become a rich woman. He glanced at her—she fidgeted as she looked around, warily. A rich, nutty woman. "I'm sorry for your loss."

She shrugged, crossed her arms and rubbed them, as if to ward off a chill. "We weren't close."

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