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Synopsis ...
A tale of mystery, romance, suspense, and the supernatural bond between sisters ... Ever since the untimely death of her sister, Brianna, strange phone calls and ghostly visions have haunted Kat Summers. Weary and grief-stricken, she returns to the sleepy town of Rosswood to dispose of Brianna’s property and to gain closure. Instead of the relief she seeks, she uncovers disturbing secrets about Brianna’s life and encounters suspicious characters that cause her to question Brianna’s alleged suicide. On a quest for answers, Kat confides in Chance Eliason, a rancher with secrets of his own, who has more than a passing interest in Kat. Can Chance convince this fiercely independent woman to open her heart again before the truth about Brianna leads Kat into an unexpected trap? |
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Chapter 1 (excerpt) ... The door burst open with such force it banged against the doorstop. Kat slid a grocery sack on the counter and grabbed the receiver, breathless. “Hello?” Dead silence. “Hello? Is anybody there?” She heard the aggravating click. She’d raced inside after a wrong number, and now she stood in the middle of her refurbished oak floor in her wet boots and dripping raincoat. This was all she needed after spending the better part of the morning with her number one difficult client, a man who’d been searching for the perfect house for the last five years and had changed his mind endless times, today included. One more year in the real estate business and Kat definitely needed a change. She fled to the mud room and deposited her coat on the washing machine, unzipped and stepped out of her boots, then grabbed the nearest dishtowel. Just as she finished sopping up the puddles on her lovely kitchen floor, the phone rang again. She tossed the towel in the sink, snatched the receiver, and barked, “What!” A pause ensued, long enough for her to consider hanging up, until a man whispered in guttural sounds she could barely make out, “Pussssycat.” She dropped the receiver as if it were charged with electricity and shook her head in disgust. Those odd, disturbing calls couldn’t be happening again. Just as her mind began to touch on the dreaded weeks following her sister’s death, the rain pelted the windows, scattering the memories. |