A Ghost of a Chance By BL Maxwell
M/M Romanceย
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James McKinney has always lived life alone. He doesn’t have a family, at least none that he remembers. He’s always dreamed of having a house of his own, a place he can call home. Finding the right house, ready to work to make it his home, nothing can put a damper on his happiness, or can it?
Trey Andral, returning home from college, notices someone moving into his old friend’s house next door. Miss Hattie is still waving to him from the bedroom window, even though he knows she’s gone. He also knows he can’t not help the new guy make the house his own.
Trey has always been able to see and hear sprits, but what’s normal to him is terrifying to most others. When the spirits seem intent on contacting James, Trey has no choice but to share his secret, risking their friendship. If they work together, maybe they can figure out what the clues the spirits are giving them mean. And maybe they can find family in each other.
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I continued packing up random papers, old phone books, and even old newspapers from a bottom drawer. I was so focused on what I was doing, more time had passed than I realized. It was close to 2:00 a.m. when I heard something from the back bedroom. I froze for a second and glanced at James, before I looked in the direction the noise had come from. Standing up from the cabinet I was working on, I slowly made my way down the hall. The closer I got, the more it sounded like footsteps. Someone was in there rummaging around. My mind raced, wondering what I should do. I glanced again toward James, but he was still fast asleep, and I didn’t really think anyone had broken in. I picked up the poker James had left in the hall and stood listening just outside the door. Someone or something was definitely rummaging around in the boxes, and possibly the closet. I’d been in that room; there was nothing of value, so it had to be either a rat or a raccoon, some animal looking for a place to sleep, have babies, or find something to eat. I pushed the door open and held the poker at the ready, but all sound ceased as soon as I walked in. In the corner a whisper of mist swayed slightly, like a spirit that couldn’t quite form itself into its human form. “Miss Hattie?” I whispered. “Noooooot Hatttiiieeeeee,” an eerie voice whispered back. A cold chill ran up my spine. I knew not all spirits were good; I also knew not all spirits were what they wanted you to think they were. What if Miss Hattie had never been here? I stepped closer to the mist, which was barely visible but still swirled and pulsed. “Who or what are you?” I demanded. “Trey? What’s going on?” James asked from the doorway, his eyes wide as they darted around the room.
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BL Maxwell grew up in a small town listening to her grandfather spin tales about his childhood. Later she became an avid reader and after a certain vampire series she became obsessed with fanfiction. She soon discovered Slash fanfiction and later discovered the MM genre and was hooked. Many years later, she decided to take the plunge and write down some of the stories that seem to run through her head late at night when she’s trying to sleep.
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