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AbigailMeeting Zeb turned my life around. The truth is. I never believed in ghosts. And I thought anybody who was intrigued by the paranormal was a little off. Bonkers really.You see, I'm a historian by trade, well, I was - before I found the love of my life, Zebulon Carrington Perry. We're married now, but the sound of his name still sends titillating shivers down my spine. Zeb is a ghost. The most handsome gentlemanly male specimen you'll ever find. He'd fallen in love with me from afar. Actually, he'd seen me through the window working on my laptop. (Poor Zeb, he still doesn't get the digital age.) He was so smitten with me, he went out and read all my books. Can you imagine? I am an established author of history and specialize in Colonial history and the period before the War Between the States. I've always written non-fiction and I stand by my statement: The story of my relationship with Zeb is non-fiction even though it was published under fiction. I swear on my life that everything in Zebulon is true! For those of you who haven't read Zebulon, I must explain that Zeb was born in 1825 and was killed in 1865. He was kept here on earth so that he could find true love. It wasn't easy for me to accept Zeb was a ghost and neither was it easy for my sister Camille who sent me to the looney bin. All I know right now is that I am so glad I'm the one he chose to love. More on Zebulon:
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