For fans of Dusk Before Dawn and Everlastin', bestselling author Mickee Madden returns with another tale of the mysterious Baird House, where ghosts and enchanted spirits walk -- and love -- just as passionately as the living.On a snowy, bitterly cold night, Winston Ian Connery drives to the gate...
1843 - Lachlan Baird brings his bride to the house he'd built especially for her. But the honeymoon is cut short when Lachlan is murdered. Now Lachlan haunts the house that brought him death instead of happiness. 1994 - Beth Staples, who has spent her life catering to others, takes a well-earned ...
The sudden death of his wife and child sends Roan Ingliss into seclusion at his Scottish mansion. But he isn't alone at Baird House. He's sharing his solitude with a pair of mischievous ghosts named Lachlan and Beth. Too bad Roan is in no mood for companionship, living or dead--or so he thinks.
It continued to snow. The record-breaking cold could have been responsible for the strained temperaments of all, but in truth it was the uncertainty of their futures. Winter lagging into spring and cabin fever only enhanced the sour dispositions. On four occasions, Winston and Roan walked into to...
Walking to the threshold, she noted first the stoked fire, then the lambskin throw rugs in front of the hearth. To the far side of the rugs, a bottle of champagne sat in a silver ice bucket atop a silver, monogrammed bed tray. Alongside two crystal glasses were bread and cheese, a bowl of lusciou...
The rain had stopped. Lachlan's eyelids drooped more from contentment than fatigue as he watched Beth nurse their son. With his back braced against one of the decorative walnut foot posts, his sleeping daughter cradled against his bare chest, he wondered if life could get any better than what he ...
She woke with pain pulsing at her temples, her mind mired in mucilaginous layers of lassitude. Forcing tidbits to surface tweaked her brain. She remembered the gargoyle had been part of the convoluted dream. And the barbarian. Although she couldn't remember the details, an aftermath of gloom mant...
Roan could not block out the mournful sibilations as he forced down the bland brose he'd earlier concocted. He also could not shut down his awareness of Laura's silence, or her laden disappointment with his failure that morning to locate a working telephone in town. She'd awakened at the crack of...