Ghost of Deceit (Medium Trouble #3) Read Online Alice Winters

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Medium Trouble Series by Alice Winters

Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)

Seeing the dead has never been easy, but the last thing I expected was to be a pawn in a serial killer’s game.
Moving in with Maddox was supposed to be the only thing we needed to worry about. Not a dead teacher, and not the fact that a serial killer knows my abilities. Following the trail left behind leaves us racing against time to figure out how to stop the murders before the final victim falls. Thankfully, I’m not alone. Maddox and my wonderful team of unusual ghosts are there to make sure that we don’t end up players in this twisted game.

Nothing is drawn to Hiro like danger and ghosts, and this time, he’s managed to find himself tangled in both. Suddenly I find myself caught between protecting Hiro and saving the lives of those who are next on a deadly list. The killer’s mistake is that he doesn’t realize just how far Hiro and I will go, and that we’re going to end this game before the final pawn falls.




“Hey, mister, do you wanna color with me?”

I look down at the child reaching out to me with her small hand. She looks to be about six or seven; it’s hard for me to tell. Why she picked me, I’m not sure. I guess when your other option would be someone like Maddox, I can’t blame her. I might love Maddox with all of my heart, but he’s not always the most… approachable. He’s currently busy talking to some people a few doors down the hallway, so I give the little girl a nod and let her take my hand.

“Sure,” I say, not quite sure where we’re going.

She tugs me into a classroom and sits me down at a table across from the only other person in the room. The lady looks tall squeezed in the tiny chair made for children. She’s leaning on the table, elbows on it while holding her head on her hand and just watching us curiously.

“We’re coloring our favorite pet,” the little girl explains as she turns to her paper that she seems to have just started working on.

“Who is this?” the teacher asks, clearly having a right to question who this strange man the child pulled into the classroom is.

“My friend,” the little girl says as she waves to the pile of crayons, obviously wanting me to participate in this coloring activity.

“Does your friend have a name?” the teacher asks.

“Probably,” the girl says before picking up a purple crayon that she’s using to color in what is either a rock or a dog.

“I’m Hiro Moore,” I say with a smile. “They’re just talking out in the hallway, so do you mind if I join?”

The woman smiles back. “Sure. But if the principal has them, it’ll be a while.”

After squeezing myself into the tiny seat, I pick up a piece of paper and set it down in front of me before grabbing a black crayon to draw an outline.

“Are you doing a kitty?” the girl asks excitedly.

“I am. I’m going to draw my cat Stella. What about you?”

“This is my pig, Pinky!” she says. Clearly… clearly, I was very wrong. It’s a pig, not a rock or a dog.

“And you?” I ask the teacher.

She smiles. “My dog Otis. He’s a sweetheart.”

“I LOVE dogs!” the little girl says as she swings her arms out wide, knocking over a container of crayons.

“Oh…” The teacher stops as she stares at the girl for a moment, looking confused. “Um… honey… honey, be careful.”

“I’m super careful,” she says as she scribbles wildly across the page. “I’m almost done! LOOK!” She holds up the drawing of her “pig” for all of us to see.

I just barely got the outline done, but I hold up my paper. “That’s awesome. What do you think of mine?”

“She’s so round!” The girl finds this hysterical as she points. “You could roll her!”

“I’ve warned Maddox that she needs some restrictions, but he secretly thinks she’s too cute and gives her whatever she demands. She’s very demanding,” I say, which makes the girl smile.

“What about yours?” the girl asks the teacher.

The teacher holds up a drawing for us to see and I stare at the rough sketch of a man staring back at me. His black eyes peer right into mine, a smile prominent on his face.

“That’s a weird-looking dog,” the girl says, her smile falling.

“What?” the teacher asks, appearing confused before turning her paper around to look at it. “No… no, I’m sorry, let me fix it.”

She grabs the red crayon and starts scribbling over the man’s face. “I’m fixing it, see? It’s getting fixed, it’s going to be all better—”

“You were so bored that you decided to just color all alone?” Maddox asks from behind me.

I jump, startled, and look over my shoulder at the handsome man leaning against the doorway. When he sees my face, his amused expression dissipates. “What’s wrong?” he asks as he steps farther into the room.