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Zoe Martinique was just your average, single female, past 25, looking for love and/or
exciting job opportunities. Until life handed her the dubious ability
to travel outside of her body at will-which she turned into a career, hiring
herself out as a literal spook. Industrial espionage, domestic surveillance, you
name it-when she's traveling she can see but can't be seen...
Then one night things get out of hand while she is out-of-body: Zoe witnesses a murder.
What's worse, the killer is also a Traveler-and he most definitely not only sees
her, but tries to pursue her.
To save herself, Zoe must somehow guide the very handsome detective assigned to the
case to the truth without revealing herself. And with the help of her semi-psychic
mom, a pair of gay ghosts, and her best friend (a Goth techno witch), she also has
to figure out exactly who-and what-the murderer is, before he finds her and puts
an end to her traveling-permanently.
"Wraith is a highly original addition to urban fantasy...I thoroughly enjoyed this
story. I look forward to reading more about Zoe Martinique and her world."-Patricia
Briggs,
New York Times
bestselling author
of Blood Bound
www.penguin.com
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A ZOE MARTINIQUE INVESTIGATION
"Highly original... Fun and intense." -Patricia Briggs, New York Times
bestselling author of Blood Bound
PHAEDRA WELDON
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Leaving her body, and finding danger . .
One of the perks of astral travel is the inability to smell, especially when I glide
into restaurants that haven't thrown out their raw meat in a day or two. Now that's
an odor that sticks to the back of your tongue like a hairy sock.
My name is Zoe-that's with a long e. Not the pronunciation like "toe."
As strange as this may sound, I astral travel for a living, gathering up information
that people pay good money for. I can't give you the mechanics of how
I do it, only that I can. I'm not sure there's any real official name for what I
am or do. I've sort of labeled myself a Traveler for want of a better name. Telling
a new client
I travel
to locate the information they pay for is easier than saying, "Oh-I go out of body
and tootle around in my altogether to snoop on people."
Ever tried explaining the astral plane to any average Joe? They get that whole MEGO
look-you know-My Eyes Glaze Over.
Where was I? Oh. Yeah. Smell.
The smell problem wasn't what brought me into the biggest case of my life-the one
that sent me down a road of no return.
It was sound-the sound of a gunshot.
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WRAITH
A ZOE MARTINIQUE NOVEL
Phaedra Weldon
ACE BOOKS, NEW YORK