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Phantom Fears
Phantom Fears
Phantom Fears
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Phantom Fears

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As a private investigator with a werewolf girlfriend, Shannon Ryan is used to the unusual. But her latest case has even level-headed Shannon questioning reality. Joyce Bonner swears her daughter is being haunted by a poltergeist. Charlotte Bonner swears she's not. Shannon has one night to uncover the facts behind the supposed supernatural phenomena. Between an over-enthusiastic ghost-hunter and her own skepticism, can she get to the truth?

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Release dateMay 31, 2014
ISBN9781771308601
Phantom Fears
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Naomi Clark

Naomi Clark is a nineteen-year-old writer, actress, blogger, singer, and vlogger. Naomi has been writing since she was eight years old, and this is her first published work. She lives in New York City with her mother, father, and her dog named Hope. In her spare time, she likes to crochet, walk her dog, bake, and cook for her family. She is also very active in her church and loves to work with kids. Her vlogging channel is coming to Youtube in Spring 2017. You can follow her on Instagram @glittergirl40 and on Facebook @NaomiClark.

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    Phantom Fears - Naomi Clark

    Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2014 Naomi Clark

    ISBN: 978-1-77130-860-1

    Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

    Editor: Melissa Hosack

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    This one's for Skelly, who gave me loads of brilliant ideas for who to dedicate this story to. None of them made any sense, but all of them were hilarious.

    PHANTOM FEARS

    Urban Wolf

    Naomi Clark

    Copyright © 2014

    Chapter One

    I knew I wanted to be a private investigator was when I was fifteen. I was at a sleep-over at my best friend’s house and we’d taken advantage of her parents being out for the night to raid their rather extensive whiskey collection. Cradling glasses of alcohol that neither of us really enjoyed, we surfed the TV channels until we stumbled upon a showing of Vertigo. Whilst my friend giggled and blushed over James Stewart, I fantasised about running away with glorious Kim Novak. And at fifteen, muddled with whiskey and just discovering my sexuality, it seemed perfectly logical that to get a Kim Novak, I needed to be a James Stewart.

    No profession seemed more macho to me than private investigator and that was the initial draw. Over a decade later, I’d put to bed my desire to prove my worth in a man’s field. I’d learnt that being a PI wasn’t about being masculine. It was about patience, persistence, and perseverance, and those were qualities that didn’t require a penis. In fact, sometimes I thought having a penis might be more hindrance than help.

    The other thing that being a PI required was a good filing system. I’d been working back-to-back cases for about a month now, which was great for my bank balance but terrible for my office. I’d planned to spend the day sorting through invoices, case notes, and emails. But it was a drizzly spring morning and the gloom outside made my cramped office seem more claustrophobic than usual. So instead I was curled up on the sofa with a mug of tea, watching Vertigo for maybe the hundredth time and once again fantasising about running away with Kim Novak.

    I was tempted to ignore the phone when it started ringing. It wouldn’t be Ayla – she never used the home phone because she couldn’t remember the number – and I didn’t really want to talk to anyone else. But it might be a potential client and, unsociable or not, I couldn’t afford to turn work down. Trying not to sound as grumpy as I felt, I answered. Ryan Investigations. How can I help?

    A woman answered, hesitant and almost furtive. I…do you perhaps have time to see me today? I can pay for a consultation.

    Her phrasing irritated me. As if paying for a consultation was optional. I rose and took the phone through to the office, searching for a scrap of paper amidst the filing pile. I could make time this afternoon, I said. Can I take your name, please?

    Mrs. Joyce Bonner. It’s rather urgent.

    I paused,

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