Teapots & TreacheryBy: Donna K. Weaver
A Savage Ghost
Lia Savage reluctantly puts her dream of opening a dessert boutique on hold to help her dad remodel a castle he’s inherited in Washington State. Soon, a specter targets her younger sister.
Lia enlists the help of strapping Coop Montgomery, the head gardener and her former crush. As they search together for a way to rid the castle of its ghost, the romance she used to dream about with Coop kindles. But Lia’s gentle giant means to stay in Washington while she’s determined to return to California. She must find the courage to face both the ghost and her future.
With Coop. Or without him.
Waves of Deceit
Twenty-six-year-old Shelby Nash wants to break free of her controlling, billionaire father. With the completion of one more project for his company, she can branch out on her own. However, her ex-boyfriend’s been appointed as the new lead architect. She has to find a way to protect her heart from him while avoiding whoever’s making anonymous threats.
Wade Masters did a poor job handling the news about the identity of his girlfriend’s father. Shelby walked out of his life without another word. Finally, four years later, Wade has a chance to win her back. As long as whoever’s targeted her doesn’t get her first.
Hugh concentrated on the haze that should be the main hearth and willed it to come into focus. Nothing changed at first, but then the fireplace sharpened. His shoulders relaxed. At last, after struggling for so long, enough of his sense of self had returned.
And some of his power. Too little of his power.
How long had it been? Only on rare occasions, that he could recall, had he interacted with people in this new place.
He attempted to run his diaphanous hand along the mantel, frustrated when it passed through. Staring hard, Hugh grasped the single wooden-framed picture resting on it. The small portrait lifted into the air. He crowed, for once not caring that such a sound was beneath his dignity.
A gasp from behind startled him, and his hand turned translucent again. Without substance, his fingers lost their grip. The picture crashed to the hearth and shattered.
Livid, he spun, refocusing his energy. He fueled his will with anger and, for the first time in a very long time, felt his body take form. The gray-haired woman gave a satisfying shriek before covering her mouth with her hands.
“Remove yourself from my home at once,” he commanded, his voice low and menacing. He kicked a piece of broken frame, and it flew toward her. With a cry, the servant ducked and ran from the room.
Hugh straightened the ghostly cape of his Irish regimental uniform and turned back to the fireplace. More memories returned as he traced the mantel with his fingers. They had disassembled his home. With every stone they had carried away, it had been as though bits of him disappeared until he was no more than a single thought, drifting and lost. Tied always to the castle. How long had he been trapped in that purgatory state, neither heaven nor hell? Neither here nor there?
Away from all he had left of his sweet little Maire.
He ran his hand along the mantel again, searching for the pattern. His breath caught. It was not there. Frantic, he felt his way along the stonework again. Nothing. What had they done with it?
Hugh howled his rage.
LEANING MY HEAD AGAINST THE minivan window, I tried to block out the sound of my younger brothers in the seat in front of me. I loved the little punks, but after two days stuck in the car with their video game debates, I wanted to strangle one of them. Or both of them.
I gnawed on one of my only remaining fingernails.
“Lia, you’re doing it again.” Ezra reached over with his foot and nudged mine with it.
I glared at my twin from the corner of my eye but quit biting the nail.
“What is it now?” he asked.
I shifted in the seat to face him, a snarky answer on my lips. Before I said anything, though, he raised a hand and signaled for me to keep my voice down. Well, he raised it as high as he could with a sleeping seven-year-old sister leaning against his arm. Would serve him right if she drooled all over the open laptop before him.
“Why can’t we feel the same way about this move?” I hissed.
“That’s right, just say it out loud.” Ezra’s whisper turned into his teasing-mocking tone. “You’ve only ranted about it, what, a hundred times already?”