Renovate a haunted house? Piece of cake…Until my childhood crush is thrown into the mix.
As a professional ghost hunter, I’m no stranger to the strange and peculiar.
Haunted houses and demonic possessions. Ancient curses and creepy cryptids. Ghosts, ghouls, and all things that go bump in the night—I’ve seen it all.
...Or so I thought.
When my (ex-)boyfriend ghosts me, only to find out from Instagram that he’s on a spiritual journey to discover himself after a “life-altering Burning Man experience,” I do one thing I’ve wanted to do for years: Buy the steeply discounted house on the hill in my hometown that definitely isn’t haunted.
But the anonymous owner won’t sell to anyone. They want the right buyer. And when I meet with him to plead my case, I swear I’m seeing a ghost. Or possibly a demon.
No, seriously.
One fumbled exorcism later, and I’m begging my best friend’s older brother not to press charges for dousing him in holy water and screaming mostly unintelligible Latin phrases in his general direction.
Thankfully, it’s not a dealbreaker. Hart agrees to sell me the house on one condition: Let him help me make the house habitable to more than just ghosts.
After one slightly too-long indulgent sweep of his now glistening, muscular torso, I agree. The fire I thought I stamped out years ago reignites when his hand wraps around mine. And that smile? I'm sure what little holy water I have left is as good as evaporated from my body heat.
The only thing scarier than a haunted house is falling for the hometown heartbreaker all over again.
Genre: Romance
As a professional ghost hunter, I’m no stranger to the strange and peculiar.
Haunted houses and demonic possessions. Ancient curses and creepy cryptids. Ghosts, ghouls, and all things that go bump in the night—I’ve seen it all.
...Or so I thought.
When my (ex-)boyfriend ghosts me, only to find out from Instagram that he’s on a spiritual journey to discover himself after a “life-altering Burning Man experience,” I do one thing I’ve wanted to do for years: Buy the steeply discounted house on the hill in my hometown that definitely isn’t haunted.
But the anonymous owner won’t sell to anyone. They want the right buyer. And when I meet with him to plead my case, I swear I’m seeing a ghost. Or possibly a demon.
No, seriously.
One fumbled exorcism later, and I’m begging my best friend’s older brother not to press charges for dousing him in holy water and screaming mostly unintelligible Latin phrases in his general direction.
Thankfully, it’s not a dealbreaker. Hart agrees to sell me the house on one condition: Let him help me make the house habitable to more than just ghosts.
After one slightly too-long indulgent sweep of his now glistening, muscular torso, I agree. The fire I thought I stamped out years ago reignites when his hand wraps around mine. And that smile? I'm sure what little holy water I have left is as good as evaporated from my body heat.
The only thing scarier than a haunted house is falling for the hometown heartbreaker all over again.
Genre: Romance