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Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-10: 1500298972
Type: Fiction
Pages: 106
Copyright: August 2014
ISBN-13: 9781500298975
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
Death never takes a holiday for Abigail Farmer who lives and works in her family's funeral home. But can she trust the cocky newcomer, Hasten Holmes before they both end up on the embalming room's cold slab?
Abigail Farmer knows one thing, the funeral home business…
By day, she works at her family’s funeral home. By night, she lives alone on its upper floor. With her stepfather, Sam, about to retire, Abigail is convinced there is only one person who can run the business effectively, her.
However, her life at the funeral home changes when Hasten Holmes arrives.
Ready for his first day on the job Hasten is met by a reluctant Abigail who hopes Sam sends him packing after they exchange unpleasantries.
Reluctant to get too close to anyone, especially someone who’s associated with Stu—Sam’s lowlife friend and wannabe business partner—Abigail deliberately keeps things strictly professional between them.
Then something unexpected happens…
Abigail’s plans to take charge of the family business take a drastic turn when she finds the mutilated body of one of their clients, and it becomes apparent that there’s more going on in the funeral home as a sinister plot begins to reveal itself.
Excerpt
Abigail puckered her lips and applied a light coating of peach flavored lip gloss. She cringed at the sight of her tired reflection staring back at her in the mirror. Picking up a tortoiseshell compact, she dabbed a bit of concealer on the circles under here steel-gray eyes. There was nothing worse than visitations and the constant barrage of people who came out for them.
Just as she reached the bottom step, a swift tug at her arm threw her off balance. Her left knee buckled, but the firmness of the grip refused to let her fall.
“Make sure no one goes on a sight-seeing tour tonight,” Stu growled in her ear.
“Why on earth would you care what people do?” Abigail sneered through gritted teeth while trying to pry her arm away.
“They come in the door, down the hall, look at the dead guy, tell the old crone they’re sorry, then leave. We don’t want anyone staying longer than they need to.”
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