These are all found in my first release, The Silver Crescent. Since this is October, I’m keeping with the Halloween theme and thought I’d share my story with you.
The Silver Crescent
Winner of the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewers’ Choice award for 2014
Betrayal, murder and a stolen fortune bring Elise Baxter to Cedar Bend, Michigan, on a quest to solve a family mystery—and recover a missing treasure.
Max Holt impulsively buys a crumbling Victorian mansion and fulfills his dream of restoring it as a restaurant and inn. Aware of its reputation for being haunted, he adds to the mystique by building a garden path of old tombstones, one of which belongs to the original owner of the house, Cyrus Mosby—the man whose legacy Elise has traced, and who allegedly stole her ancestral share of a Colorado silver mine over a century ago. Following clues gleaned from old diaries and a visit from the spirit of her great-great-grandmother, Elise seeks out Max and his inn. Not knowing if she can trust Max with her family secret, Elise pretends her interest is in researching Cyrus, whose own violent death remains a mystery.
An intense attraction between Max and Elise leads him to believe she may be the girl of his dreams. But when he discovers her true interest in him and his inn, memories of a past betrayal threaten to end their passionate relationship. Elise, finding herself falling in love with Max, fears her deception may cost her more than she is willing to lose.
Once persuaded the stolen silver is hidden somewhere in the inn, and captivated by the idea of a treasure hunt, Max and Elise begin the search together, aided by the resident ghosts, Cyrus and Virginia. The treasure hunt seems like a harmless adventure until someone tries to steal the diaries. Unknown to Max and Elise, there are others—including an evil presence—who are driven by greed and will stop at nothing to unlock the mystery of the Silver Crescent.
Once the men had left the library, Virginia did as Martin had suggested and sailed down from the painting. With narrowed eyes and her mouth a thin line, she turned to face Cyrus, now seated behind his desk.
“That was a close call. I didn’t know if Max would feel my warning.”
“By the look on his face, I’d say you got through loud and clear.”
“What shall I do if he tries to remove my portrait?”
Cyrus shook his head. “I don’t think he will. And if he does, we’ll have to stop him.”
Virginia rubbed her temples. “And what about the display Garrison put on?”
Cyrus frowned. “I’m surprised he’s strong enough to conjure something like that.”
“I’m afraid if he keeps scaring them, they’ll leave, and our future will be doomed.”
He shook his head. “I have a feeling they’re tougher than that. We’ll just have to double our effort to subdue him.”
At that moment, one of the long French windows blew open, and Garrison strolled in.
“Did I hear my name?” He sat down in one of the high-backed chairs, propped his foot across his knee, and smirked.
Cyrus leaned forward and folded his arms on his desk. “You may be enjoying yourself with your little games, but your amusement will be short-lived. Trust me, you will not win.”
Garrison’s smirk turned to a grin as he reached into his pocket, removed a phantom cigar and lit it. “Are you sure about that, Cyrus old man?” His eyes glowed with hatred. “Who holds the power may soon change.” He let out a stream of tobacco smoke and disappeared.
Her face stricken with fear, Virginia turned to Cyrus.
He floated across his desk and took her in his arms. “It will be all right, my dear, don’t worry.”
She laid her head on his shoulder. “Cyrus, he can’t have meant what I think. If so, it’s too horrible to imagine.”
He stroked her back. “Hush, now. We must do the best we can to help them along.”
“Yes, and we must keep them safe.”
“Perhaps we need something besides the crescents?” Virginia asked.
“Let’s give them a little longer. If they don’t figure it out, I have another idea.”
When they heard voices in the hallway, Virginia gave Cyrus a quick kiss and reentered her portrait, and Cyrus vanished.