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Husband Hunters by Rick R. Reed6/22/2023 ![]() ![]() She was little more than a silhouette, but she was there. And, again, it happened-in the dark a figure, perhaps a woman, stood very still, just outside his bedroom. He trembled as he stood in the bathroom, looking down the short hallway to his bedroom, and turned the hallway light off again. Yet, in all his thirty-odd years, his eyes had never once played tricks on him, not really. ![]() So it would make sense, wouldn’t it, that his eyes would play tricks? At least that’s what he told himself. He had spent the whole day alone moving all of his stuff from Chicago into the little house in Fawcettville, the small town on the Ohio River where he’d grown up. That’s how he accounted for the bizarre thing he’d seen the first night in his new house. Todd was bone-tired, exhausted, rung dry. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact the author at in the United States of America ![]() No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher, except where permitted by law. Reed (first edition published by Dreamspinner Press)Īll rights reserved. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Ĭopyright © 2019 by Rick R. ![]()
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