Haunted By Love
It was the dare to end all dares, and she didn’t have the option of backing down. Spend Halloween night in the haunted castle in the forest. She figured it would be easy enough; after all, she didn’t believe in ghosts.
A hundred years trapped in an inescapable hell had twisted his heart into a black rock of despair and loathing for everything human. Many had tested his limits over the centuries, but none had reached into his soul the way she did.
To overcome, he has to reach her, but she doesn’t believe. Will they both spend the rest of eternity haunted by love?
Originally published in the Shifters Hallows Eve Collection Fall 2016
Eden’s heart was choking her where it had landed in her throat when the strange man appeared in the doorway. While his sudden presence was reason enough for her increased pulse, she couldn’t deny there was more to it than that. He was magnificent to look at. From his shoulder length black hair, and sharp jaw, to the form fitting black shirt and pants he wore, he was a vision of badassery, and her loins reacted accordingly.
“Who—Who are you?” she managed to grunt at him, “And what are you doing here?”
The man’s hands dropped away from his ears and his eyes widened. “You can see me?”
Laughter and irritation bubbled up inside of her, and she snorted, “Yep, sorry to tell you this, but you must have left your cloak of invisibility at Hogwarts, Harry.”
His dark winged eyebrows creased, and his full lips pursed, “Who is Harry? And what is this cloak of invisibility?”
“You know, the one that Harry uses when he’s following the Marauder’s Map?” Eden finally just shrugged, “Doesn’t matter. Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“I am…” He hesitated and glanced at his hands as if he’d find answers there. When he lifted his piercing black eyes back to hers she shivered. “I am Gideon, my lady. Gideon Blackburn.”
Her laughter was long and loud and she pushed to her feet, trying to give herself a bit more room to work with if this crazy guy tried to attack her. “Really? Gideon Blackburn, as in the once owner of this house, and long since dead guy? Sure, yeah, you’re not crazy at all are ya bub?”
The offended look on his face, made her blood chill, and she frowned when he responded, “Yes, that is precisely what I mean.”