The (most unusual) haunting of Edgar Lovejoy
"Jamie Wendon-Dale may design haunted houses, but they don't actually believe in ghosts-until they meet Edgar Lovejoy, who is tall, clever, beautiful... and 100% haunted. Jamie Wendon-Dale creates haunted houses for a living. Haunting is their life-but nobody working New Orleans' spooky circuit actu...
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| Format: | Books Print Book |
| Language: | English |
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Naperville, Illinois :
Sourcebooks Casablanca,
2025.
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| Summary: | "Jamie Wendon-Dale may design haunted houses, but they don't actually believe in ghosts-until they meet Edgar Lovejoy, who is tall, clever, beautiful... and 100% haunted. Jamie Wendon-Dale creates haunted houses for a living. Haunting is their life-but nobody working New Orleans' spooky circuit actually believes in ghosts. Edgar Lovejoy is 100% haunted. No, really. Ghosts have tormented him since childhood and he's organized his life around attempts to avoid them. Opposites? Get ready to attract. But while Jamie's biggest concern is that Edgar sometimes seems a bit distracted, Edgar's fears are much greater. Not only is he scared of encountering the dearly departed whenever he leaves the house, but he's terrified of making himself vulnerable to Jamie. After all, how do you tell someone who believes ghosts only exist as smoke and mirrors that you see them everywhere you go? And how can you trust in a happy future when you can't even believe in yourself?"-- |
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| Physical Description: | 378 pages ; 21 cm |
| ISBN: | 9781464238741 146423874X 1464258007 9781464258008 |
| Author Notes: | When not writing, she can usually be found cutting her friends' hair, meandering through whatever city she's in while listening to torch songs and melodic death metal, or cooking overly elaborate meals. She loves bonfires, winter beaches, minor chord harmonies, and self-tattooing. One time she may or may not have baked a six-layer chocolate cake and then thrown it out the window in a fit of pique. |
