Restoration architect Josie Fagan takes on a project with lawyer and senator’s son, Patrick Pullman. It’s the perfect match. She needs his endorsement to save her business and he wants to restore his ancestral Chicago home. Love wasn’t part of her plan. Neither was being asked to stay at his home, haunted by ghosts, or discovering she has a claim to his home – which she adores. When she finds out his family may be responsible for her aunt’s disappearance fifty years ago, it’s a race to unearth the truth before she loses not only her business and her heart, but her life.
Patrick can’t deny his attraction to Josie and is willing to take a chance on love since his broken engagement a year earlier. Things become complicated when he learns of their family connection and her claim to the home he loves. He doesn’t believe in ghosts, or that his family is involved in her aunt’s disappearance, so insists they work together. But, when he starts seeing his uncle’s ghost, and threats are made on her life, he’s forced to confront the possibility his family could be responsible.
Inquisitive green eyes made her heart melted like ice cream in the sun. Why couldn’t he remain his arrogant, pain in the ass client self all the time? It made it difficult to keep him at a distance when he wasn’t.
The problem wasn’t just the client, it was the job. The connections she felt to the house and Patrick were strong. No matter how hard she tried to keep them both at a distance, they were quickly making their way under her skin, like a bad habit intent on finding its way into her life. “Thanks,” she whispered and lowered her eyes from his probing gaze.
The hand on her shoulder moved to her neck and the pulse beating there quickened as it moved to her cheek. His thumbs caressed the side of her face and her melting heart beat rapidly against her chest with each touch he made. She needed to step away from him and the exquisite touch of his skin against hers, but her body refused to cooperate.
“You can talk to me if you need to, Josie.”
Blood bubbled at the sound of her name so low and intimate on his lips. She swallowed hard. Words escaped her, the gentle caress of his hand silencing her words. She held her breath as he closed the already short distance between them so their bodies were inches away from touching. His head lowered toward hers and her breath stopped even as her mouth went dry.
About The Author:
Elke Feuer lives in Grand Cayman with her husband and two kids. Reading, spending time with her family, traveling, and meeting people is her joy. Writing is her passion. She enjoys her job as a project manager, but her dream is to write full-time and stay home with her kids.
Jazz and salsa are her favorite music to write to. She sometimes wonders if she’s not Billie Holiday incarnate because of the strong connection she feels to her and jazz. It’s her favorite writing music along with salsa.
She stumbled into writing suspense, and to her surprise found she enjoyed it, along with writing about serial killers. Elke is fascinated by them, and what motivates them to kill. She writes time travel, historical, and contemporary novels to even out her dark side.