Gold coins from a centuries-old sunken treasure ship have been found on the beach in Cawsand. This would be no cause for Tempest Michaels to take notice, but a man murdered by the ghost of a dead pirate come to claim back the gold? That ticks all his boxes.
Tempest, oblivious to the events in Cawsand and believing he was overdue a week off, has travelled to Cornwall with his dogs for some relaxation and perhaps a cream tea or two. Well, fat chance of that because he is hip-deep in murderous ghosts before he finishes his second pint.
Uncovering a disturbing undercurrent in the sleepy seaside village, a race against time begins for him to crack the case before anyone else gets hurt? Together with the local police officer, the diminutive, sexy and very domineering Bobbi the Bobby plus some other helping hands he could probably do without, he will do all he can to reveal the truth.
The locals believe the ghosts are real though and the village is filling up with treasure hunters after the gold and ghost hunters seeking infamy. Are there people trying to sabotage his efforts? Is he in danger? Just what is the truth behind the mystery and was there ever a treasure to find?
He has the odds stacked against him like never before, he has no idea who to trust and the Dachshunds want their dinner.
And, oh yeah, it’s Halloween
The author currently makes about $6000 a month from this series, with sales growing every time a new book is published. There have been 4 new books this year and 2 more are planned. The books are regularly inside the top 50 on Amazon for their genre.
The author's sales rank on Amazon is sometimes inside the top 1000 but is currently around 3000. new releases will improve this.
Really Dead Pirates. Thursday, November 3rd 1822hrs
We both froze. My brain was having trouble deciphering the scene in front of me. I was looking at something that could not possibly exist, but here it was right in front of me. Two skeletons dressed in ragged clothing that appeared to have largely rotted away. There were scraps of flesh left here and there and they somehow still had eyeballs, even though I felt certain the fishes would have eaten those first. They were wet as if they had just emerged from the sea, their clothing slick with water that was dripping from the cuffs and collars.
‘What do we do?’ whispered Dad from right next to me. The one on our right took a step forward and swished his cutlass.
Then his mouth opened, and he began to speak. He was able to orate in a most effective manner despite the lack of lips or tongue. ‘Begone from this place. All who reside here are doomed to perish for their sins. Come back into the village and you will share their fate.' At his utterance, the other one brought his weapon to bear upon us.
I wanted my legs to move but my brain was still having trouble getting messages to them. I was scared. Genuinely, truly scared by the apparition in front of me and it was pissing me off. They could not be real, but they looked pretty damned real from where I was.
Then I noticed that the water that was visibly dripping from them was not appearing on the ground. I took a step forward, somehow finding the will to make my feet move. My Dad grabbed my arm lightly in a warning. I shook it off and stepped yet closer to them. We were only ten feet apart now. Having come closer I could see that their forms were not entirely solid – I could sort of see through them.
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