The Haunting of a Duke
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by Chasity Bowlin
Description: Facing danger from both sides of the grave, will two souls merge to find a love that conquers all? Communing with spirits has been both gift and curse to Emme Walters. Now it's made her a killer's target. Emme knows why the Dowager Duchess of Briarleigh invited her to a house party--to investigate whether the duke, Rhys Brammel, murdered his wife years ago. But Emme never imagined she would fall in love with the brooding duke. Branded by society as a possible killer, Rhys is suspicious of Emme and her alleged "gift." Then a late night encounter creates awareness of her other, more attractive, aspects. When Emme's life is threatened, Rhys becomes her protector. Emme and Rhys find passion and peril as they join forces to solve the mysteries at Briarleigh. She made him believe in spirits, but can she make him believe in love?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Faery Rose, 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: September 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [357 KB]
Reading time: 235-329 min.
The little girl smiled. "I'm Melisande. But I don't want to hear a story, I want to tell one." Her voice had a slight lilt to it, the singsong pattern of a child with a secret.
She was a bit odd, but she was a pretty child and had an amiable nature.
Emme nodded. "I think I would like to hear it very much."
The little girl seated herself on the grass and cocked her head to the side, and then began to speak.
"There was a princess who lived here, in this house. But the princess was very unhappy. She was forced to marry a man she didn't love. He was a kind man though, or tried to be, but the princess was angry at having to marry him, when her own love was so close by. She met her love in secret. But the princess had loved unwisely, and her love had a price. A very dear price."
Emme shivered. It was not a story, at all. It was thinly veiled gossip about the duke. "That isn't a very nice story, Melisande."
The little girl nodded. "Not every story can be nice, Emme."
A chill swept Emme's body. "I didn't tell you my name. Who are you?"
The little girl smiled again and her eyes were knowing as she met Emme's startled gaze. "You never have to tell us your name. We always know who you are."
Gooseflesh raised on her arms, Emme looked at the apparition before her. It had never happened when she was awake, it had never been so clear. She looked to be flesh and blood, but Emme had no doubt the child before her was a spirit.