Minnette Meador ~ A Ghost of a Chance ~ Book Tour / Excerpt / Trailer / Guest Post / Giveaway




A Ghost of a Chance

A Ghost Series Novel Book 1

by Minnette Meador



Genre: A Spooky Romantic Comedy of Disasters







Keenan is just your typical, everyday graphic designer.

He eats, he drinks, he loves… and he lives with hundreds of pesky ghosts that only he can see.

They make his life interesting in a Chinese curse sort of way.

Enter Isabella, a witty, smoking hot co-worker who turns him into mush every time he gets near her.

He’s got it bad.

But how can he win her over when he knows his fun-loving “friends” won’t leave it alone?

Introduce a horny succubus who visits him on a nightly basis, an angry entity that’s trying to kill him, and a burly city cop who wants to arrest him, and you have a comedy of disasters that takes this reluctant psychic and turns him into an even more reluctant hero.

A Ghost Series Novel by Minnette Meador






By Minnette Meador

Chapter Four
The Spirit Is Willing… The Flash Is Weak

After finishing his beer, Keenan left Taps and pulled his collar up around his ears. The heat from earlier had leaked out of his arms and legs. He was freezing. Walking fast seemed the best solution until the wind meandered up his legs and into his balls. But, baby, it’s cold outside…

Eventually, the moving muscles started to warm up and by the time he rounded the pathway to his front door, it was bearable. He took the painted cement steps two at a time and then stopped dead in his tracks.

His keys were in his jean’s pocket, sitting on top of his laundry, inside the locked house.

He tried the door but it was locked tight.

“Son of a bitch,” he said to the tall green door. The sinking feeling mingled with his frozen head and blasted a pang of panic between his ears.

Keenan scurried around the house, rubbing his hands together, trying to figure out what he should do next. The cold was getting worse. He searched the blank wall, forgetting there weren’t any entrances on this side. Running more to get his legs warmed up, he sped around the back of the house and then the other side testing every window. No luck.

When he got to his bedroom, he stopped. From outside, the beached mattress looked like a giant teeter-totter, but it wasn’t obstructing the window. The beer chose that moment to take over Keenan’s reasoning. It apparently figured a little more glass on the floor wasn’t going to hurt anything.

Grabbing his right fist in his left hand, Keenan lifted his elbow and slammed it against the window as hard as he could. As was expected, the glass gave way and shattered into the room. As was unexpected, pain bolted up Keenan’s arm, set bells and whistles off in his eardrums, and burst out of the top of his head.

He jumped up and down holding the injured arm, sending scattered profanities out into the street. When he saw a light go on in his neighbor’s house, he stopped. Steady, boy. The beer decided it had done enough. Keenan was instantly sober.

He flexed his arm carefully several times and knew it was still intact. He couldn’t see any blood (small comfort), but he knew it was going to be black and blue for a while.

It looks so flippin’ easy on TV. Pain radiated in a tidal wave through his arm.

The shards of glass in the window beamed back at him like funhouse teeth. He pushed one back and forth until it loosened and then pulled it out, careful not to cut himself. When he got the second and third out, he was feeling a little better, but it didn’t last long. A blinding white light threw a gigantic Keenan shadow against the outside of the house.

“Freeze. Put your hands out where I can see them.”

“Fuck.” The elongated word floated out of Keenan’s mouth like a boiling teakettle and he carefully put his hands out on the wall next to the window.




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As he passed through, twenty or so ghosts littered his living room watching the last few minutes of the news. Keenan pulled air into his lungs before picking up the remote.


They were costing him a fortune. The TV, the radio, and even his computer were always on. Lights went off and on constantly. The heat would soar to eighty degrees in the middle of the summer and then plunge to fifty when the winter freeze set in. He couldn’t keep any pets; the instant they came into the house they hissed or yelped in terror and ran away. The neighborhood was full of cats that had once belonged to Keenan.


He couldn’t keep girlfriends either. The closer they got, the more convinced they were that he was on drugs, a serial killer, or terminally cracked. He hadn’t had a girl at his house in years; for some reason they got all heebie-jeebie on him when things started flying around or cold blasts of air unexpectedly lifted their skirts. One girl even had her panties removed, but not by Keenan. He was in the kitchen at the time. – A GHOST OF A CHANCE (JUNE 2011)


I’ve always been a fan of ghosts. Ghost stories, movies about ghosts, ghostly TV shows, and I’m even a member of the Ghost Hunters’ fan club. Let’s face it, I’m a devout ghostie


In my new book, A Ghost of a Chance, Keenan Swanson sees literally hundreds of ghosts. In fact, they make his life interesting (in a Chinese Curse sort of way). While I was researching and writing the book, it reminded me of my own experiences with ghosts.


When I was six, my family moved into a sprawling three-story house in NE Portland. It had plate glass leaded windows, a dumb waiter, even built in cabinets and shelves. There were four bedrooms and two bathrooms, just enough space for the seven of us. The night we moved in, my brother and I had to sleep in the same bed; the other stuff hadn’t arrived yet.


That night something very strange happened. I woke up in the middle of the night. Opposite the bed was a closet with the door open because of boxes. In the second story window inside that closet, I saw a very strange white face. It just hung there looking at us.


“Pat, do you see that?” I whispered to my brother.


“Yes,” he hissed back to me.


We both pulled the covers over our heads and shivered until we got up enough nerve to run to sleep in my parent’s bed. I know it was real: we saw it no less than six other times.


The second ghost I saw in that house was when I was there alone several years later. I must have been about 9 or 10 and sleeping in the downstairs bedroom. My sister had gone on a date and I was in bed sleeping. A noise woke me up and I thought it was Teri coming home. When I opened my bedroom door, there by the stairs in the shadows was a little girl. I could see the light from the top of the stairs shining in her eyes, her shoes, her dress. My reaction was almost the same as when I was six; I calmly closed the door, got back into bed, and pulled the covers over my head until Teri really did come home. I think I slept with her that night.


There were many other incidents in the house, but, though I was terrified, I later learned that there was really nothing to harm us. I did find out later that a car hit a little girl, who died out on the street in front of our house many years before, and that a painter had shot himself in the house.






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Somewhere between thirty and dust…red hair, blue eyes…six kids, one slightly used husband, and any number of pets from time to time… wanttabe hippy… wanttheirmoney yuppie… pro musician and actress for 20 Years… native Oregonian… lover of music, beauty, and all things green. Willing slave to the venerable muse. Minnette currently resides in Lincoln City, Oregon with her husband, having replaced the children with one dog and two cats. The dog, Milo, pretty much runs the show. Her novels include:

Starsight, Volume I, II, epic fantasy, (Amazon)

The Centurion & The Queen, Book I in the Centurion Series, historical romance (Amazon)

The Edge of Honor, historical romance, Book II in the Centurion Series (Amazon)

The Gladiator Prince, historical romance, Book III in the Centurion Series (Amazon)

A Ghost of a Chance, paranormal romantic comedy, Book I in the Ghost Series (Amazon)

The Belle Stalker, urban fantasy thriller (Amazon)

Nogero, alternate universe fantasy (Amazon Kindle Villa)

Phantom Hearts, paranormal romantic comedy, a Ghost Series Book (Amazon Kindle


Coming Soon:

The Pirate Prince, historical romance, Book IV (Amazon) 2023

Haunted Hearts, Book III in the Ghost Series, paranormal romantic comedy (Amazon) 2023

Wy’East, urban fantasy thriller (TBD) 2023

Argeggios in the Dark, sci-fi 2023

Wy’East, Book II, urban fantasy thriller 2024

Starsight, The God Wars (prequel), epic fantasy – 2024

Starsight, The Restless Seed (sequel), epic fantasy – 2025



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2 thoughts on “Minnette Meador ~ A Ghost of a Chance ~ Book Tour / Excerpt / Trailer / Guest Post / Giveaway

  1. Hey, guys… I’m so happy to be on the All Things Dark and Dirty blog site! Please make sure to enter the contest above for some great prizes, and make comments about YOUR paranormal experiences. I’d love to hear from you. Enjoy! Minnette ;o)

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