Occupation: Haunted Bookshop Owner

Most people are haunted by something. Past mistakes. Missed opportunities. I’m haunted by those things, and one more—an actual ghost.

My name is Penelope Thornton-McClure. For decades, the locals here in Quindicott, Rhode Island, believed our shop was haunted. I never did. Then one dark night, I met him. Now he speaks to me at will—his will, not mine—blowing in and out of my head like a bracing zephyr. Take this morning. . .

“Don’t forget your backpack, Spencer!” I tell my son before he runs out the door.

And your switchblade and brass knuckles!

That gruff voice (the one in italics) belongs to Jack Shepard, a New York City private detective who was gunned down in this bookshop in 1949, a year (I often remind him) has long gone. . .

“Now, Jack,” I silently counsel, “my son is going to school. He isn’t skipping through a Bowery back alley or hopping a railway car. Boys don’t carry switchblades and brass knuckles anymore—and certainly not into zero-tolerance classrooms!”

Don’t be such a square Jane. Let the little piker have a blackjack, at least.

Despite our ongoing arguments, the dead man has brought some interesting perspective to my life. He’s also pushed me to assist him in a few criminal investigations—past and present—while showing me “the ropes of the PI game.” It’s been an education for me, and a boredom killer for Jack. . .

Hard luck for me to have my clock stopped in this cornpone town. Why, there isn’t a decent gin mill or racetrack in sight. Even worse, I’m stuck in this glorified library. Talk about dullsville!

“You know, Jack, with your attitude, you could have spent eternity in a far hotter place.”

You ain’t wrong, doll. I once lost my shirt in a Miami craps game.

With Spencer off to school, I head downstairs, where I find my Aunt Sadie has opened the shop—and she’s in a state.

“We mistakenly scheduled two reading groups to meet in the community events space tonight,” she frets. “The Cozying Up to a Cozy Club and the Tough Guy PI fans. The last time they shared a room, the cozy readers chided the hard-boiled group for bad language and passing around a flask of whiskey. Ugly words were exchanged.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll sort it out with a few phone calls,” I promise.

You should provide hard liquor to all your customers. A few shots of hooch will make those boring book talks a lot more interesting.

“Please, Jack, we’re not a tavern!”

At least let the tea sippers duke it out with the hard drinkers, winners take all. Nothing like a good boxing match. Care to make a wager?

“Really, Jack, what you propose would hardly be a fair fight.”

You’re right. Those cozy ladies got knitting needles, and they know how to use them.

After I restock the True Crime section, I hear Chief Ciders’ heavy boots clomping across our shop’s old floorboards—and Jack’s instant complaint in my head.

Well, if it isn’t the mug who put the “Keystone” in “Cops.” Is Ciders actually on the job? Guess the fish aren’t biting today.

“Quiet,” I tell the ghost and turn to the chief. “Welcome to Buy the Book. Are you here for anything in particular?”

“I understand you went back to Pine Tree Avenue yesterday,” Ciders barks. “What were you looking for, another dead body?”

“No. I was curious to learn more about the first body I found.”

“Let the professionals handle it,” he warns.

Professionals?! Jack cackles. Does that mean Chief Chucklehead is resigning?

As the day progresses, I advise a customer on the publication order of Raymond Chandler’s works, and sell six more copies of that hot new thriller, Shades of Leather.

By evening, things should have been quiet. Instead, I returned to work after dinner to hear loud laughter echoing through the store.

“I forgot to make those calls!” I confess to my aunt. “The cozy and hard-boiled groups are together in the community events space!”

“Relax,” Sadie says. “A touch of liquid refreshment settled everyone’s nerves.”

“The PI group brought more whiskey?”

“No.” Sadie winks. “One of the cozy ladies makes her own elderberry wine.”

I told you, sweetheart. Nothing like a little hooch to smooth ruffled feathers. I bet the dames drink the old farts under the table, too.

As I head up to bed, Jack suggests I continue looking into that suspicious death on Pine Tree Avenue—

Unless that Keystone Cop scared you off the case.

“Not much scares me anymore, Jack. After all, I live with a ghost.”

Jack’s deep chuckle sends a chilly breeze across my cheek. Then I feel his presence fading back into the fieldstone walls that have become his tomb.

I’ll see you in your dreams, baby.


You can read more about Penelope and Jack in Cleo Coyle’s brand new Haunted Bookshop Mystery: The Ghost and the Bogus Bestseller.

A big bestseller leads to small town trouble.

Bookshop owner Penelope Thornton-McClure didn’t believe in ghosts, until she was haunted by the hard-boiled spirit of 1940s private investigator Jack Shepard. Now Jack is back on the job, and Pen is eternally grateful. . .

After an elegant new customer has a breakdown in her shop, Penelope suspects there is something bogus behind the biggest bestseller of the year. This popular potboiler is so hot that folks in her tiny Rhode Island town are dying to read it–literally. First one customer turns up dead, followed by another mysterious fatality connected to the book, which Pen discovers is more than just fiction. Now, with the help of her gumshoe ghost, Pen must solve the real-life cold case behind the bogus bestseller before the killer closes the book on her.

“He is hardboiled in the tradition of Philip Marlowe, and she is a genteel Miss Marple; yet the two opposites make an explosive combination …” —Midwest Book Review

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About the author
CLEO COYLE is a pseudonym for Alice Alfonsi, writing in collaboration with her husband, Marc Cerasini. Both are New York Times bestselling authors of the Coffeehouse Mysteries, now celebrating fifteen years in print. Alice has worked as a journalist in Washington, DC, and New York, and has written young adult and children’s books as well as popular fiction for adults. A former magazine editor, Marc has authored espionage thrillers and nonfiction for adults and children. Alice and Marc are also bestselling media tie-in writers who have penned properties for Lucasfilm, NBC, Fox, Disney, Imagine, and MGM. They live and work in New York City, where they write independently and together, including the beloved Haunted Bookshop Mysteries, now celebrating the publication of the first new entry in nearly ten years: The Ghost and the Bogus Bestseller. You can learn more about the Haunted Bookshop Mystery series at HauntedBookshopMystery.com.

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