to Montgomery Manor, a beautiful Bed & Breakfast complete with gorgeous
guest rooms, a five-star restaurant, and a haunting history of true love,
betrayal, and murder...
soulmates Quint and Meg Falkner inherit moldering Montgomery Manor, they are in
way over their heads. With a bit of faith and strange push they cannot ignore,
they jump head first into bringing the large, compelling house back to its
something is different...something is...wrong. Quint isn't acting himself, and
Meg keeps seeing visions, images of the past seeping into her very soul. When
Meg becomes the target of a mysterious, dangerous admirer, her world implodes,
leaving her vulnerable to the otherworldly inhabitants of the house...the very
house calling out to her, its secrets begging to be uncovered.
corridors, echoing darkness, and hidden treasure weave together in this tale of
everlasting love and second chances.
Meg and Quint make a new life for themselves in Montgomery Manor, or will
Montgomery Manor's secrets tear them apart forever?
She opened her
eyes, and gasped at the sight before her.
The old, unused,
empty pool that moments ago had been dark, lit only by her slight flashlight,
was now lit by what must have been a hundred candles. The smell of beeswax hung
in the air.
The pool was
filled with inviting water, not dust. The grayed tiles now glimmered in the
candlelight, the brilliant white rectangles a stark contrast to the cool blue
of the pool water.
“Oh…” Her heart
hammered in her chest and she stumbled backward, fighting to keep her balance.
This wasn’t possible. She blinked several times but the room didn’t change.
The room, the
water, everything was so still she heard her own heart pounding within her
The single word
she’d let out in shock no longer echoed off the walls.
“Would you care
for a swim, mon coeur?”
Meg started and
let out another gasp.
She turned to
find him slowly approaching. She thought her heart would beat out of her chest.
She stared at him, unable to even speak, unable to breathe.
blue eyes reflected the light from the many candles.
Her hand flew to
her chest as she worked to catch her breath while starring at the man who’d
almost given her a heart attack.
How—what?” There were so many questions to ask, but she couldn’t form a
“I didn’t mean
to scare you.” His voice was soft and seductive. He looked like her husband. He
sounded like her husband.
And yet, he
wasn’t. Was he? She didn’t think so.
my apology. The last thing I want to do is frighten you, dear wife.”
Unable to move,
she watched him approach, coherent thoughts refusing to come to her. He sounded
so formal. “Quint?”
“Do you like
“Like it?” What
was he asking?
She tore her
gaze from his and glanced at the pool. The water in the pool was the same color
as his eyes. Then she looked up at the ceiling. The plaster ceiling that before
seemed out of place was gone. Now a domed glass ceiling invited in the grayness
and flashing lightning from the outside storm. Rain poured against the glass,
its sound softer than she expected.
She dragged in a
breath. “It’s beautiful.” She said, her voice ragged and almost not hers. “It’s
wonderful. It’s what I imagined it to be.” She was light-headed and still had
trouble breathing. “This has to be a dream. I must have sat down somewhere and
fallen asleep. There’s no other explanation.” She still felt her heart racing, still
heard her blood rushing in her ears.
“No, Meggie.” He
reached out and took her hand. “It’s no dream. I’m here, you’re here. And we
are real. I assure you.”
He kissed her
mouth passionately, drawing another groan from deep within her. When his soul-reaching
kiss ended, Meg again opened her eyes…and found herself in the water.
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