Ghosts of Grace Cottage
by Carolyn Wren
Eloisa Waters is creating a new life for herself. After travelling for twelve months, she comes home at Christmas, purchasing a small country cottage in a sleepy English village, despite the fact its previous owner was a recluse, the original owner was supposedly a witch, and it’s now rumored to be haunted!
On the first night in her new home, sensual erotic dreams surprise and delight her. Only these aren’t dreams. The rumors are true. Two handsome Regency ghosts inhabit the cottage, becoming corporeal at night, trapped by a curse, compelled to satisfy every desire of the new owner.
Elly begins to fall in love with Anton and Phillipe, her charming ghostly lovers. But is there more? Can the curse be broken? Or does Elly risk her own soul. As Christmas approaches, and memories surface, how will Elly choose? How can she possibly leave behind the Ghosts of Grace Cottage?
Read an excerpt:
“Peut-être s’est-elle cognée sa tête?”
Elly moaned. “I’m not hurt, and I didn’t hit my head. Can you speak more slowly and in English? My French skills deteriorate when I’m in pain.”
“Pardon…sorry, English. You frightened us.”
Her eyes snapped open. “I frightened you?” She scrambled backwards. “You...” She swallowed. “You’re…dead!”
She hadn’t imagined it. Two men knelt on the floor beside her. Two truly gorgeous men. One blond and one dark-haired, they were dressed in some sort of period costumes. Regency if she had to take a guess. It appeared as if they were standing behind a film of gossamer thin material, giving them an unusual translucent look.
“Eloisa, please….” the blond man said.
Elly scrambled backward a few more feet. “How do you know my name?”
“You talk to yourself,” he replied with an elegant, one-shouldered shrug.
“Oh, right, yes I do, but that doesn’t excuse the fact you’re dead.”
The dark haired man, who was drop-dead gorgeous, no pun intended, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Eloisa, yes, you are correct. We mean you no harm. We are always here. You are seeing us now because you needed to.”
Having the dead theory confirmed, snapped Elly out of her shock. “Ghosts don’t exist.”
A hint of a smile tilted the blond man’s mouth. “I thought that too until I became one.”
“What do you mean I’m only seeing you now because I need to? What do you mean you’re here for me?” Am I repeating myself?
“It is the curse.”
“I’m cursed?” Her words came out as a high pitched squeak.
“No, we are.”
I was born in England. My parents loved to travel as my dad spent many years in the navy. By the time I reached the age of 12 we had traveled pretty much around the world on cruise ships.
This sounds fun and exciting unless like me you can get sea sick sitting in a bathtub. Lets just say boats do not feature highly in my books.
I still love to travel, but I use planes. All of my life I have written stories in my head. I would rewrite and add characters to TV shows, edit and change novels I was reading, invent scenarios and scenes to amuse myself on long journeys. But strangely I never wrote any of them down. About three years ago I woke up with a scene so clear in my head I knew I had to put it down on paper. Now, what should I do with this one page of prose? I know, I will email it to some friends. The friends approved, in fact they asked what book it was from. I shyly admitted it was my own work and the reaction was immediate...please write the next bit! I did and I have not stopped writing since.
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