by Lexi Post
“Hmmm, that would explain a haunted town.” Valerie ran her hand along the fireplace mantle. “But why is the Abbey the only place haunted? There has to be more to it than that. Maybe a monk bargained for a life and they all ended up dead?”
Even more sure now than the night she’d watched the documentary on haunted hotels, Rena headed for the door at the end of the room, the clacking of her heels echoing across the room. “I don’t know, but I plan to find out. I will need a history of this place to put up on the website.”
Valerie followed. “That will work. It’s a good thing you’re rid of Bryce. He’d find a reasonable, logical explanation for this and take all the fun out of it.”
Rena stopped in her tracks, causing Valerie to bump into her. “Ugh. Thanks for ruining my mood again, Val.”
“Hey, it’s true. You are so lucky to be rid of him. Are you ready yet to tell me why he broke off the engagement? There’s no one to overhear but the ghosts.”
She faced her friend, aware that her heartache shone in her eyes, but it was too raw, too humiliating still. “I can’t. Not yet. Okay?”
Valerie gave her a quick hug. “Of course. But remember, I’m your best friend and you will have to tell me eventually.”
She nodded, but her excitement for the Abbey had left. “Why don’t we bring our luggage in and find bedrooms? If we have to buy blow-up mattresses, I’d rather know now instead of tonight when the place is pitch black and all we have are our lanterns.”
“You got it. And maybe we’ll run into a ghost in the process.”
Valerie’s smile was contagious and Rena grinned, her upbeat spirit making a quick return. “We better, or this haunted bed-and-breakfast idea will be a complete bust.”
Synn ducked around the doorway as the ladies turned toward the entry once again. He let the slender blonde pass through, but he couldn’t resist touching the other one. Lightly, so as not to frighten her, he brushed his fingers across her bare shoulder.
“What?” She turned, looking about.
The scent of dusky, tart pomegranate wafted by his nose. His body responded with an overwhelming need to touch her again. He craved her smoothness like a pickpocket coveted a half-dollar. When had he last craved anything? He tamped down his own interest. It was of little importance. This woman would be their freedom.
“Rena, are you coming?”
With her smile wide and full of joy, she followed after her friend. “You are not going to believe this, but a ghost just touched me.”
That she hadn’t run in fear confirmed his belief she could be the answer. Rena. He liked her name.
Her hips swayed with her quick pace, her energy palpable. Would she have that kind of liveliness in bed?
As she crossed the threshold to the outside, his gut tightened in panic. She couldn’t leave. Not now!
Synn ran to the open door and stopped, the memory of his last venture outside freezing his limbs in place. He couldn’t leave the Abbey or he’d cease to exist. He needed to calm himself. Too much was at stake.
The women pulled belongings from their conveyance. They should have allowed the servants to do that kind of work. When they turned to enter again, he blended back into the wall, his stomach relaxing at their entrance.
The blonde dropped her bags. “Okay, I’ll take the stairway to the left and you take the one on the right.”
Rena glanced upward. “Great. If you see anything unusual, yell. I want to see a ghost.”
“Believe me, you’ll know if I see one.”
As the two ascended the grand stairways, Synn followed. He glanced around, surprised Mrs. McMurray hadn’t appeared yet. Not that he minded. Their two guests seemed to be open to the spirits who lived here, but he hoped they could settle in first. At least until he introduced himself, and the way he wanted to introduce himself had his cock paying attention.
Rena headed down the hallway on the second floor, opening doors and looking inside. Her mumbled words made her opinions of each room clear. Everything from “hideous” to “extraordinary” passed by her lips. Lips, full and red, with no rouge, begged for a kiss.
When she had passed judgment on all the rooms, she returned to the one second from the stairs. He tried to ignore the fact she stood outside the bedroom next to his. It appeared fate continued to play with him.
He followed her inside as she gave the bedroom a thorough inspection. He could not fault her taste. Decorated in pale yellows and deep purples, it suited her. When she moved next to the large four-poster bed, he couldn’t resist standing behind her, inhaling her unique scent. Her hand touched the quilt, and he ran his fingers along her bare arm, wanting more than anything to turn her around and kiss her.
She stilled but didn’t pull away. “Is there someone here?”
He remained silent, but placed his hands upon her arms and let his breath brush by her ear.
A shiver ran through her body and Synn grinned. A responsive woman was exactly what he needed. Triumph filled his heart and he brought his chest in contact with her back.
Her breathing grew rapid, but from sexual excitement or at being touched by a ghost? He bent his head to kiss her neck when a scream rent the air.
“Reeeennnaaa!!!”
She pulled away and ran across the inside balcony that connected the two stairways on the second floor.
Irritated, he tried to ignore his reborn need for a woman. Adjusting himself within his pantaloons, he followed. Who was causing problems now?
Rena came to a halt before an open doorway. Inside, the blonde stood with a candelabra held before her like a Roman shield.
“What is it, Val?”
She pointed to the corner of the room. Before the open wardrobe doors stood Mrs. McMurray. Synn silently sighed. At least Mrs. McMurray was a kindhearted soul who wouldn’t hurt a three-legged cat.
Rena clapped her hands as she joined her friend. “It’s a ghost. A real, live ghost.”
She probably wouldn’t appreciate him correcting her oxymoron, so he remained silent and invisible. He leaned against the doorframe behind the women, but where Mrs. McMurray could see him. The older woman’s expression turned from concerned to relieved.
Rena approached her. “Hello. I’m Rena and this is Valerie. We are pleased to meet you.”
Mrs. McMurray gave her guests a deep curtsy.
Rena turned back to look at Valerie and smiled. She had the whitest teeth he’d ever seen. She mouthed the words “she has no legs”, her eyes wide with surprise.
Valerie glanced toward the older lady and sucked in a breath before nodding.
Facing Mrs. McMurray again, Rena addressed the spirit. “Can you tell us your name?”
Mrs. McMurray shook her head then lifted her gaze to him. Her pleading look had him cursing inside. He had wanted more time, but he couldn’t ignore his friend’s request. She wouldn’t be able to vocalize until closer to the full moon. Blast.
Allowing himself to materialize, he answered for her. “Her name is Mrs. McMurray.”
Rena spun at the deep voice that caressed her senses. Before her stood a woman’s wet dream come to life, though as a respectable woman, she shouldn’t be having wet dreams, or so she’d been informed.
The man looked as if he’d stepped out of a nineteenth-century drawing room, except his coffee-brown hair hung loose about his shoulders. She was pretty sure it should have been tied in a queue to be proper. His entire demeanor projected upper class from his sharp nose, to his angular chin outlined by a neatly trimmed beard, to his broad-shouldered stance. A rather tall stance it was too, with one snugly encased leg crossed over the other. But his eyes stupefied her. They appeared gray, ancient, yet flickered with bright shards of blue.
Valerie recovered first, brandishing her tightly held candelabra as she stepped forward. “Who are you and what are you doing in here?”
He straightened and gave them a formal bow. “My name is Synn MacAllistair. That is Synn as in S Y N N. I’m the caretaker of the ghosts.”
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Rena took a deep breath. She could feel her cheeks heating as his voice reverberated through her body. Sin fit him. When he moved his gaze from Valerie to herself, his intense scrutiny warmed her. She swallowed. “Uh, I didn’t think anyone lived here.”
His stare held hers captive. “I do.”
Valerie retreated to stand next to her. “Oh really. With a padlock on the outside of the gate?”
He raised his right brow, the look of arrogance worthy of Mr. Darcy. “There is a postern gate.”
Rena racked her brain. She’d heard that word before. Oh yes. “I thought only the owners of a castle knew the secret to that rear exit.”
He raised his brows together. “That is true but I desi—discovered it while following a small boy around the Abbey.”
Valerie crossed her arms. “A small boy?”
“Yes. The children in the neighborhood dare each other to get close to the Abbey. They want to see the ghosts, who are quite harmless to humans.” He gestured to the housekeeper. “Mrs. McMurray here will become more solid as the full moon approaches and will be pleased to help you in any way she can.”
They turned and stared at their ghost, having forgotten her. The older woman nodded vigorously, her white cap covering her gray hair falling to the side. Mrs. McMurray’s plump frame included pudgy arms sprouting from a short-sleeved blouse and a white apron that protected her skirt, but from the knees down, she didn’t exist at all.
Rena’s heart pounded. A real ghost. If what Synn said was true, that the ghosts would become solid, the possibilities for her new venture were endless. Could the ghosts serve breakfast to the guests? How would she pay them? She couldn’t resist asking. “Are you the one who keeps it so clean in here?”
Mrs. McMurray blushed and nodded again. She actually blushed.
Synn clarified. “She and a dozen maids have kept this place clean for centuries in the hopes that someone would come here to live. Do you plan to stay?”
She turned to answer him, but Valerie gave him a disapproving look. “The real estate agent didn’t say anything about anyone living here.”
He sighed, clearly bored. “No, I imagine he didn’t. He is what we refer to as a lickfinger.”
Rena chuckled at the strange word. She couldn’t help it. It sounded backward.
Valerie didn’t find the expression funny. “Well, you need to know, Rena owns this castle now, abbey, whatever you want to call it, and she has the right to throw you out.”
Rena grabbed her arm. “Valerie.” She changed her warning tone to a more pleasant octave as she addressed the sexy man in front of her. “You are of course welcome to stay, Synn. Perhaps you can help us understand the ghosts, the history of the Abbey and anything else that might be helpful.” She smiled encouragingly. She didn’t want him to leave.
He gave her an arrogant nod. “I would be happy to be of service. Perhaps I should start by helping you to bring your personal items upstairs as the footmen will not be solid enough to lift anything for another week.”
Another week? How strange. She didn’t remember seeing anything on television regarding ghosts changing with the moon. “Thank you. That would be perfect.” She could tell Valerie didn’t trust him. She, on the other hand, was thrilled to have him in the Abbey. Anyone who could help her succeed was welcome. The fact that the man was incredibly hot didn’t hurt either.
He nodded once and held his arm out to her. She looked at her friend and shrugged, then looped her arm with his. The second they made contact, a sizzling sensation raced across her skin.
He didn’t move. Did he feel it too? He gazed down at her, his face serious. “Shall we?”
She nodded, her throat having closed at his look. There was something sensual about his lips. They were strong, full and serious and made her want to taste him. Sheesh, hadn’t she learned anything from her failed engagement? She needed to keep her libido under control. Men like Synn wouldn’t appreciate her scandalous thoughts. Besides, who used phrases like “shall we”? He was too far out of her league. Probably from an old Nova Scotia family who could trace its ancestors back to King Robert the Bruce of Scotland.
As they descended the stairs, Rena could picture herself in a beautiful ball gown entering the foyer to meet her beau. The image was so powerful, she stopped. Could this have happened here? In an abbey?
“Rena?”
Synn had covered her hand with his and the sizzling sensation started again, but there was more warmth to it, like the tingling gel she’d bought once and threw away before Bryce discovered it. She lifted her gaze to Synn’s. His intense focus unnerved her, and she looked back down at the entryway. “I can picture grand ladies descending these staircases in beautiful gowns, but that couldn’t be, because this was an abbey, right?”
She chanced a quick look into his face and caught a glimpse of pain and anger in his eyes before he masked it with a matter-of-fact look.
“Actually, women did descend these staircases in grand ball gowns. The structure was built as a Pleasure Palace. The name Ashton Abbey was added as a bad joke, but there is a beautiful chapel in the back, so it couldn’t have been all licentiousness and depravity.”
“A Pleasure Palace? That sounds decadent.” They continued their descent. Maybe women came to show off their costly dresses, play poker, and, heaven forbid, smoke cigars. “I think it would be lovely all lit up. Maybe for a charity dinner. Oh, are there any charities in town?”
As they reached the bottom, Synn unlinked their arms and faced her, his look condescending, like the ones Bryce used to give her.
From habit, she straightened herself to her full height.
He must have noticed because he quirked his brow. “I think, perhaps, you should learn a bit more about the Abbey before throwing a ball as there are many who reside here.”
Her shoulders fell. He was right, of course. She hadn’t seen the entire place yet and already her event-planning instincts were sending her off in another direction. She came to open a haunted bed-and-breakfast, not throw parties. She looked up into Synn’s face to apologize, but his gaze made her catch her breath. Admiration shone in his eyes before he turned away to pick up her suitcase.
Stunned and baffled, she hesitated before grabbing her laptop. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I need to get a feel for the place first. I hope you can help me with that.”
He was already striding toward the stairs when he stopped, but he didn’t look at her when he spoke. “It will be my pleasure to help you feel this place.”
Masque
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ABOUT LEXI POST
Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe’s short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she’s read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.
But Lexi’s first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it. From hot paranormals to sizzling cowboys to hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”
Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat.
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