A genre-defying, cozy paranormal mystery, with a little sci-fi, romance, and Texas history thrown into the mix.

An organization that has operated in secret for centuries.

A mystery that threatens to burn it all to the ground.

And she’s the only agent who can stop it.

To the residents and tourists of Galveston Island, Claire Abelard is the friendly young woman who works at the local candy store by day and leads ghost tours of the island’s haunted locations by night.

They don’t realize this persona is a cover for Claire’s real job as an agent of the Bureau for Historical Preservation, a clandestine organization that monitors and assists energy projections, or the entities more commonly known as “ghosts.”

When projections begin disappearing from around the island, Claire worries that history may be repeating itself. She launches a dangerous investigation and uncovers a sinister, arcane organization whose agenda threatens not only Galveston’s ghosts, but everything she has worked her whole life to protect.

The truth behind the disappearances rocks Claire’s world to its core and shows her that ghosts aren’t the only things that can come back to haunt you.

Sampler: Ghost Agents

The clouds shifted across the moon, intensifying the glow of the translucent form as he wavered among the grave markers. He had no clear destination. No plan except escape. But escape to where? He wasn’t tethered to this cemetery, but it was still his home. He had made that choice long ago, for reasons that were no longer clear to him.

Nothing was clear anymore. Even the fear and sadness that had engulfed him only minutes before had begun to fade. A faint memory lingered. A vague feeling that something terrible had happened, but he struggled to remember what had happened and to whom.

The figure slowed his pace as he moved through the grave markers, eventually stopping next to a mausoleum, uncertain what to do next. He hovered listlessly, frowning at the cool stones glowing in the dim moonlight. Why had he been in such a hurry before?

A thrilling hum began to spread through his entire being, drawing his attention toward the far side of the cemetery. Compelled by the delicious tingle that was slowly overtaking his senses, he moved toward the source. He had never felt anything like it. The pull was irresistible, and it only intensified as he drew nearer.

He crossed the cemetery at lightning speed, his destination a clearing in the northwest corner. In the center of the clearing sat a dark, metallic object about the size and shape of a shoebox. Normally he would have found this odd, but the exquisite sensation coursing through his entire being clouded his senses. With an almost reverent awe, he approached the strange object, completely oblivious to the group of hooded figures standing only a few feet away.

He desperately wanted to touch the energy source but for some reason couldn’t. Something held him in place, unable to move at all.

One of the hooded figures stepped into the center of the clearing and flipped a switch on the strange device. The warm pulse of delectable energy quickly disappeared, leaving the translucent being feeling listless and drugged. As the fog in his head slowly evaporated, he looked around the clearing, noticing the hooded figures for the first time. He instantly recognized the danger, but there was no means of escape. He was frozen in place, still completely unable to move.

A familiar humming noise started from somewhere nearby. The translucent figure closed his eyes, waiting for what would inevitably happen next. In a few moments, he would be gone, along with all memories of who he was in his previous life.

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