"5 Stars!...Not a typical ghost story. Ms. Lloyd cleverly weaves a paranormal aspect in the form of a ghost as a secondary character into the story in a real way. This is an exciting hunt and chase along with a romance. The plot is tightly woven; the characters, well-drawn; the red herrings, spine-tingling. Many dangers lurk in the shadows for these people as they explore the disappearance of Milly's sister."—Cathy Gladstone, Simegen
"Great Reading!...If you like paranormals, romance, or mystery, then this is the book for you. Dee Lloyd has succeeded in creating a ghostly tale that will haunt you after you read the last word of the story. There is no hint of the graveyard about this story and the ghost will be sure to win your sympathy. Set in Florida in an area just beginning to attract the developer's attention, Ms. Lloyd has created a believable setting and characters down to the ghostly appearances. On those dark nights when you are passing some desolate spot, you might remember this tale and find yourself looking out the car window, searching for a pale blue light that moves across the ground. This is a tightly plotted story, offering twists and turns and a fair share of red herrings as Milly and Bret, along with several other interesting and believable characters, try to find Milly's missing sister, Yvette. The sensuality found in these pages as sparks fly between the characters will keep you reading to answer that eternal question—will they, won't they? This read is definitely a keeper by a very talented author."—Anne K. Edwards, eBook Reviews Weekly
"Try it; you'll like it."—Jane Bowers, Romance Reviews Today
"Rating: 95/100...For readers who like their suspense spooky aka Mary Higgins Clark and their romance steamy, this book is a good bet."—Monette Draper, AB reviews
"4 1/2 Stars!...After years of assuming that any novel with the word 'romance' attached to it couldn’t possibly appeal to me, I found myself riveted and engrossed in a prime example of what had been, for me, a totally alien and dreaded genre. Ghost of a Chance is, quite simply, a great read and I would highly recommend it to anyone who likes quality fiction—regardless of genre-bias."—Rob Holden, Fiction Factor
"5 Hearts!...a fast-paced, spellbinding mystery...for anyone who loves a powerful story of betrayal, murder and money...A romance that will warm your heart."—Donna Bedrick, The Romance Studio
"4 1/2 Stars!...Bret and Milly make a wonderful couple that sparkle at all times, whether they are investigating her sister's murder, fighting their mutual attraction or giving into it. It isn't that often that the fight scenes are as much fun as the love scenes."—Janet Miller, Amazing Authors Showcase
"...A tale so well written the reader is swept into a maelstrom of paranormal activity, mystery and murder from the first page. Thoroughly developed characters bring intense emotion into play and allow the author to explore the unique relationship and spiritual/emotional bond between twins. An exciting and sometimes hair-raising read...a definite keeper...just don’t read it on any dark and stormy nights or you may never listen to a saxophone again."—Denise M. Clark, Road to Romance
"...Once again proving why Dee Lloyd can compete with the 'big girls' of romance writing!...Exceptionally well-written, suspenseful story guaranteed to keep you hooked until the last word!"--Novelspot
As his headlights sliced through the thick, dark night, Bret rammed the volume control higher. The driving beat of Shania Twain’s defiant taunt rattled the windows of his pickup. The stimulus of loud music pounding on him was what he needed. Tonight’s hospital visit with his father had left him totally drained. Will was not taking the prospect of a lengthy recuperation well.
Forget about that! Give in to the beat! His broad palm smacking the steering wheel in time to the music felt good. Yeah, right, Shania! Bret agreed. Not many things impressed him much either!
He turned off the air conditioning and opened his window. Maybe the warm, moist Florida air flowing in and whipping around him would soothe some of the tension out of his muscles.
The quiet blackness of the night and the aggressive music therapy seemed to be doing the trick, but Bret felt the back of his neck tighten again as he approached the abandoned construction site. Resolutely, he kept on thwacking the steering wheel in time to the music. Mind over matter. That’s what he had to concentrate on.
But it didn’t work.
And it hadn’t for almost a week. The moment he hit the property line of the projected retirement community the temperature in the cab plunged and, no matter what kind of music he was playing on the stereo, the wailing of a saxophone sliced through the air. Piercing and sad, it replaced every other sound. It silenced the rumble of the pickup’s engine and Bret could swear that his own breathing was soundless. The saxophone sang alone…and stopped when he reached the far property line. Once or twice he thought he’d caught a glimpse of someone walking along the side of the road. A woman, he thought. But that was only imagination. He’d allowed himself to be spooked by some kind of freaky radio waves that seemed indigenous to this spot.
Bret sped up. He shivered. The chill was deep and intense. It didn’t dance on the skin like a cooling breeze, but rather began at the marrow of his bones and radiated outward. This short stretch of road always seemed endless, the piercing wail of the saxophone interminable. He had almost reached the end of the long curve in the road that edged the site when he saw her—right in the middle of the road…