by Loc Glin
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Heat Rating: SENSUAL
Word Count: 44,821
Categories: Historical Paranormal Romance (MF), Time Travel, HEA
Sir James Winford is a three-time widower. He believes he is cursed, and is certain death to any woman he loves. He has vowed never to love again.
Emily, the ghost of Sir James's first wife has unfinished business, and still lingers at Winford Manor. She wants to see her husband happy, and she wants to bring her murderer to justice.
Rose has loved Sir James since childhood. She must live with the unspeakable things she has done trying to make James see her as more than a child. She believes she is close to achieving that goal when Leslie shows up.
Leslie and Sir James share the experience of losing a loved one. Will Leslie be the woman to break the curse? Or will she be just another victim.
The next
morning broke dank, dreary, and wet. Gone was the beautiful late-summer weather
of the day before. And for the next three days, the rain made that day seem a
dream.
Rose and
Margaret kept themselves busy with their embroidery and knitting. Leslie,
possessing neither of those skills, found the idle time frustrating. She was
used to working. She never thought she would say it, but she missed the TV, she
missed the Internet, she missed her phone. When had she become addicted to
those things? Would she be able to get back to those things? Did she really
want to get back to them? Her life in the future was not especially wonderful.
She was lonely most of the time. Funny, she wasn’t lonely here. She felt like
she was home here, like she belonged. She would be able to find something to
do.
“Margaret,
are there any books I could read?”
“There are
books aplenty in James’s study. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed one.”
Margaret never looked up from her embroidery.
“Thanks,” she
said as she left the room.
The study
doors were closed, so Leslie knocked lightly. “May I come in?” she asked and
waited.
No answer.
She knocked
again, and then opened the door slightly. She saw James lost in thought
standing by the French doors across the room. He was handsome, and her heart
fluttered like a schoolgirl at the thought. She knocked again. “I’m sorry to
bother you, but Margaret said I might find a book in here.” She stepped inside
the very masculine room. Dark wood panels covered the walls. Books filled the
shelves on two of the walls. The heavy drapery, used to help keep the drafts
down around the French doors, was pulled back allowing ample light into the
room.
“There are
books, and you’re welcome to look, but I was wondering…Do you play chess?”
He seemed to
be holding his breath waiting for her reply. His expression told her he wanted
her to say yes. There was a hint of desperation in his eyes that said he needed
her to say yes. “Actually I do. Are you challenging me to a game? Please
challenge me to a game. I will go out of my mind if I can’t find something to
do soon.”
“Since you
put it that way, we simply must play.” The muscles in his face relaxed. The
slightest bit of a smile hinted at the corners of his mouth.
“I warn you,
I’m good.” Her voice held both challenge and confidence.
“We shall
see.” That slight smile now became a grin.
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