The Candle Shoppe has been robbed!Mel has just returned from her romantic getaway with Greg, but all is not well in the college town she lives in. When opening the Candle Shoppe the next morning, she finds that it has been ransacked, but nothing is missing. While investigating why someone would break into the store, but not take anything, Mel learns of a secret that goes back 20 years.To add to her troubles, someone tries to murder Detective Shorts and an up and coming journalist, who does not believe in mediums or ghosts, plans on exposing Mel as a fraud.Can Mel solve this head twister of a mystery, and save her reputation, before it claims her as well? I began construction on Legends Lost Amborese ten years ago while in high school. At the time it was merely a few pages of notes in a notebook. I continued working on the story of Amborese while in college in the hope of publishing it. That day came in August 2011 when the book was first printed.Most recently, I have published the second book in Legends Lost: Tesnayr.I keep myself busy writing the third and final novel in the Legends Lost trilogy: Galdin, which will be released in Summer 2013. You can learn more here: www.legendslosttrilogy.comIf you prefer something more contemporary try the Mellow Summers Series. Mellow Summers moves to Vermont to start a new life only to discover that she has a acquired a new ability: she can speak to ghosts. Join her as she is pulled from one mystery to another.I have also published in the area of nonfiction: Illogical Nonsense. I had never planned on writing nonfiction, but when I had the chance to write a political commentary book, I took it. I enjoyed it and hope that it is insightful to any who read it.Besides writing I also read, hike, and crochet. Sometimes I just wander around doing nothing at all. Every once in awhile a girl needs a break and these are great past times. My name is Mellow Summers. I never believed in ghosts, until the day I moved into an apartment whose previous tenet was murdered. Now they won't leave me alone, especially Rachel, and I seem to trip over dead bodies at the most inopportune times.
