Kaylyn Anderson’s fascination with abandoned places and dark creatures kindled her work as a paranormal investigator. But when dreams begin to distort reality, she questions what is real and pulls away from everyone she trusts. The opportunity to investigate the Teague Hotel–a long-abandoned landmark that has always piqued her curiosity–provides a chance to redeem herself. Unraveling the hotel’s secrets won’t be easy, but Kaylyn soon finds herself the target of a dark entity that has been trapped in the building for decades.
If Kaylyn stands any chance of defeating the spirit, she’ll have to accept that her fears are real and convince fellow investigators that she hasn’t lost her mind.
Grabbing the glass carafe, she turned toward the sink nearly plowing down a man she didn’t recognize. “Geez.” She grabbed the table for balance. “You shouldn’t sneak up on a girl!”
He was tall, but hidden away under a full suit with a tie. No one got passed Darrell and into the building unless they worked here—which meant there was a rookie in their midst. Goody.
His gaze swept down her front.
“Can I help you?” she asked when he didn’t back away.
“A bit casual for work, don’t you think?” He spoke with a mix of accents that she couldn’t quite place.
“I call it functional, new boy. I earn my keep.” Mostly, she added in her head, but he didn’t have to know that. She pushed passed him to fill up the pot, but when she turned back, he was still staring after her, his arms crossed and one eyebrow cocked. Then, he swiveled and marched into Carlisle’s office. Kaylyn grimaced, but before she could question it, Cole bumped her in the arm.
“You’ll never believe the news around here.” She crinkled her face.
“New rookie?” Kaylyn guessed.
Cole snorted. “Carlisle’s gone. We have a new boss—”
Kaylyn’s insides flipped as her gaze flicked back to the office door.
“—apparently he’s a looker and strict so you should watch out.” Cole finished.
Kaylyn dumped the water into the reservoir and plopped in a filter and some coffee grounds.
“Okay….” Cole drawled, narrowing her eyes in an expression that reminded Kaylyn of their mother. “What did you do?”
Kaylyn shook her head just as Carlson’s door—or no-longer-Carlson’s door—swung open again.
“Kaylyn and Nicole Anderson?”
Cole nodded, but Kaylyn couldn’t force her body to do more than stare back at her new and far-too-young boss.
About the Author: Skye Callahan
Skye Callahan was born and raised in Ohio and has seen enough unbelievable stuff to feed a lifetime of paranormal stories. When not writing or working at the dayjob, she hangs out with her ethnomusicologist husband and pet ferrets, reads, and takes long walks through the cemetery.
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