Debt Collection On The High Seas

Summary

I died three years ago. Tossed into the freezing pitch-black of the Pacific by the man I loved and the sister I trusted. Tonight, as the sleek, black cruise ship, The Acheron, sliced through the high seas, the ghost they thought they’d buried was finally ready to collect her debt.

I hadn't even had a chance to announce my return, but from my private suite on the second deck, I watched the main event unfold.

My former fiancé, Greg Sullivan, had my half-sister, Brooke Dalton, draped over his arm as he addressed the glittering, oblivious crowd.