Haunted Manor: Voodoo Murder

He sat back in his swivel chair and lit an electronic cigarette. As he watched her through his office window she stepped out of the 1964 red Rangoon Red Thunderbird convertible wearing four inch sling-back heels with legs that went up to her neck and he contentedly exhaled a continuous chain of smoke rings. She was stunningly beautiful in a black wiggle dress that fit snugly over her bust and hips and her blood red lips made his testosterone level rise.Burton Middleton had a lucrative and successful writing career but his passion for the written word and fame as a noted Historian ended after his beloved wife died from lung cancer. Leaving his Yankee roots behind him, he moved to the ‘Big Easy.’ Black letters spelled out Middleton Private Investigations on the glass door. When the office door opened, and the ‘Bombshell’ walked in, he was completely unaware of how drastically his life was about to change.Haunted Manor: Voodoo Murder is a steamy, sexy, bone-chilling thriller steeped in southern superstition and tradition. The author cunningly combines a Mashup of Voodoo with a beautiful antebellum manor that ends in MURDER.

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