When Swallows Fall (paperback)












ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-113-7
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-112-0
Page Count: 260
Word Count: 66237
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)


Although Ophelia Garrett loved Cade Scott first, it was her sister he married and took home to his plantation. When Ophelia receives word of her sister's murder and Cade's arrest, she travels there on a mission to learn the truth. She soon finds the halls of Almenara are haunted by secrets, peril, and quite possibly her sister's ghost.
Despite the cold, angry man Cade has become, Ophelia's heart refuses to believe he is a murderer. Vowing to do everything she can to prove his innocence, Ophelia must open wounds she'd hoped were long healed and face the feelings that still burn between her and Cade.  As everyone looks to Cade as the suspect, evil haunts the dunes and halls of Almenara, bringing death to two more young women and forcing Ophelia to confront the danger.

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 260
Word Count: 66237
978-1-62830-112-0 Paperback
978-1-62830-113-7 Digital

Excerpt:

"How did Desi die, Cade?"

He lifted his head, his face mere inches from mine. Emotion clouded his gaze, and he opened his mouth as if he meant to answer me. Instead, a low moan escaped him and he caught my mouth in the hungry kiss I had dreamed of for six years' worth of lonely nights. For just a moment, the reason for that loneliness was completely forgotten.

A cry rent the air, and I jerked away from Cade, guilt and alarm whipping through me in equal measures as I turned to stare at the maid who had finally returned with the broom and dustpan.

"Oh, Mr. Scott, forgive me, please."

"No need for apologies, Susan," Cade said, bringing the woman's stammering apology to an end. He looked at me, his eyes shadowed with pain. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I'll see you at supper, Ophelia."

I was left standing in the hall with the maid, who stared at me with open disdain. Her voice was sharp and cold when she spoke.

"I thought you were Mrs. Scott, you know. Kissing her husband like that. It made me think Kathleen was right and she had come back from the grave after all."

"People don't come back from the grave, Susan," I retorted, hoping my haughtiness hid my shame. If Desi were to come back to haunt the halls of the home where she'd died, I was fairly certain what I'd just done would be reason enough for me to be her target.
 




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