Ghost Lover
Two sexy English brothers.
One irresistible ghost.
Who would
you choose as your lover?
Completely broke and with a criminal record to boot, Senna
Smith is one day from eviction from her apartment when Brendon, her promiscuous
roommate from London, suggests she go to England, marry him, and manage his
fortune. With few other options, she agrees to an open marriage. But she’ll
never, ever, have sex with him, knowing if she falls in love with him, he’ll
break her heart.
As trustee of Brendon’s family fortune, there is no way
Brendon’s older brother, Garrison Durran, is going to let him marry a
self-professed American gold-digger. As Senna tries to embrace castle life and
English society for Brendon’s sake, Gar discovers Senna is the perfect woman
for him--beautiful and intelligent, kind and caring. Now, if she wasn’t already
engaged to his brother…
The ancestral ghost of Durran Castle has to intervene if the
Durran brothers have any chance of an heir. He can’t leave them to fix matters
on their own. They are useless buggers when it comes to love. As counselor to
Gar, matchmaker for Brendon, and lover to Senna, a ghost’s work is never done.
CONTENT WARNING: Allergy warning: Ghost cat in book.
Excerpt
“So my brother steals
all your money and to compensate you, he suggests you come to England, marry
him, and he’ll give you his trust fund.” Only his brother could contrive such
an absurd plan.
“Yes.” By her brief answer, he gathered she thought it a
perfectly reasonable solution.
His brother might be an idiot, but this gold digger would
soon discover Gar a force to reckon with. “Did he steal a half million from
your bank account?”
Brendon laughed. “Do you have any idea how long that would
take? Cash machines only allow you two visits a day at two hundred dollars a
pop.”
“How much did he take?” Gar restated his question.
“Four hundred,” Senna replied.
Gar stared up at the ceiling praying for patience, then
glared at Ditz. “So why didn’t you pay her back the four hundred?”
Ditz stubbornly refused to answer, and instead glanced at
the girl.
She sighed and faced Gar. “Precisely what I asked. He said
he didn’t have the four hundred, but if I married him, he would come into a half
million. Since the landlord planned to evict me, I really had no choice but to
accept the offer.”
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