The Ghost of Portal Island
When not-so-angels and demons collide, and love breaks the rules. SUMMARY
Everyone in Shasta Bay knows to stay away from the dangerous Portal Island, but Allison is new in town. So when a dark-eyed stranger tells her the legend of the notorious ghost who haunts it, she is skeptical. Allison doesn’t believe in haunted islands and demon portals. That is, until she finds herself face to face with the handsome ghost himself.
EXCERPT
Allison slapped at the water and beamed brightly.
Her father blinked at her, then at the vacuum rumbling alone in the other room. “Don’t you think you should turn off the vacuum cleaner before you mop?” he asked.
The vacuum stopped.
Allison’s halo sparkled. “It is off.”
“It was on,” John said with a point.
“The vacuum cleaner?”
“Yes.”
“When?” frowned an innocent Allison.
“Just now. The vacuum was … on. I heard it.”
Tommy vanished as her father looked his way.
“Oh! Um. There-there-there’s a short. It does that sometimes,” she babbled watching Tommy’s blurry silhouette reappear.
Tommy raised his brows at the lie, then demonstrated the ‘short’ by turning it on, then off, then on, then off.
Allison clapped a hand over her mouth with a squeak, then quickly took it away again and replaced her smile.
Horrified, John darted into the living room and yanked the plug from the wall, gaping at the malfunctioning vacuum. “That’s crazy! Vacuum cleaners don’t just—! Where are my tools. There’s a loose wire in there!”
Allison gave Tommy a wide-eyed scolding and jerked her head, gesturing him out the door.
As her father turned back, her expression switched to a high brow shrug. “I think your tools are in the cellar. Anyway—ahem—I’m done for now,” she said, clumsily putting the mop away. She tried twice to close the broom closet door before it stuck. “I’m gonna go outside.”
John muttered something incoherent and disappeared down the cellar steps in search of his tools.
Allison couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Outside, she found a solid Tommy standing at the treeline near the water’s edge, looking out to sea. Wind blew his light brown hair into his eyes and his shirt flapped around his waist.
He took her breath away!
Tommy turned when she neared and smiled, giving her knees a wobble, then held out his hand. “Join me for a walk along the beach?”
Allison successfully refrained from clacking her heels together. “I’d love to,” she said softly and slipped her hand into his. Biting her lip, she fell into step beside her ghost.
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