I love to read paranormal romance. Debbie McClure approached me about her new book In The Spirit of Love and the synopsis intrigued me so I said I’d love to read it soon. I talked with her about an interview… BUT I goofed up! *head/desk* I didn’t write it down in my day planner. So, we’ve rescheduled and I will have Debbie on my virtual couch February 8th! *Snoopy Dance* I can’t wait!
Make sure you check out her book *points down* and come back to meet her in February.
The Queen of Tarts
In The Spirit Of Love
Debbie A. McClure ©
Lord Richard Abbotsford stood at the mullioned window of the second floor bedroom–Olivia’s bedroom, and watched a group of new tourists alight from a large tour bus. It was another clear day and as such, brought the world travellers to seek out the magnificent country estate. As he watched the chattering people and organized chaos below, he thought about the past and his own situation at Kent Estate.
He had been spirit-bound to the house and grounds for nearly one hundred fifty years, with no end in sight. Eternity stretched ahead, an endless, empty road. The only thing easing his miserable existence was the lively population of the house with staff and guests. He’d heard talk several years ago between two staff members about how the additional revenue from these tourists allowed the house to continue to be staffed and maintained at all. They’d both laughed and said how the owner had realized that a good ghost story helped sell tickets for the hourly tours conducted throughout the house, and ensured filling empty rooms with paying guests. Without that drawing card and the needed revenue, Kent Estate would likely fall to ruin and disrepair, its owners unable to afford its upkeep. As the house’s only resident ghost, Richard felt it his duty to provide entertainment for the overnight guests brave enough to stay within the walls at night.
Much as he wished it otherwise, a house filled with people–even strangers, was still infinitely preferable to an empty house devoid of life at all. As such, he had a vested interest in ensuring the estate remained open and vibrant. Eternity as a ghost was hell, but eternity as a ghost in an abandoned house would be unendurable.
As he stood thinking his morose thoughts, he noted a small compact car pulling up in the wide circular drive and watched as two young women exited. Even at a distance he could see the blonde was attractive and slim-hipped. However, his heart skipped a beat when he saw the other, a brunette. Something about the way she moved caused him to pause and watch her. She looked up at the house while her friend paid the cab fare, and as she did so, Richard felt an immediate tingle of shock as something within him shifted. Although he couldn’t clearly discern her features, when she raised a hand to shield her eyes and look up at the window, Richard’s heart began a slow pounding.
“Dear God, it cannot be,” he whispered aloud, though no one could hear him. “She has come home.”