People have been known to perish at McGregor Manor…
Opening her B and B to a group of ghost hunters, Molly McGregor hopes the spirits rumored to be there will appear. She needs the weekend to be a financial success. But when disembodied voices and hazy images nearly lure her to her death, Molly’s driven straight into the arms of a sexy but mysterious guest—Casanova Valdez.
Nova knows what it’s like to be haunted—by memories of a case gone bad. As a secret agent, he’s confident he can protect Molly but is not exactly sure he believes in ghosts. As the mysterious incidents targeting the gorgeous redhead become increasingly more dangerous, Nova must question if it’s the handiwork of a ghost…or a killer.
“I lied to you when I said I didn’t watch you much.”
Her gaze rose to his. “Really? Why?”
He smiled. “Because I’m curious. I wanted to know one thing before I left.” He tugged her closer.
“Yeah?” She stopped when they were toe to toe. “And what’s that?”
“Just how good you taste.” He started his descent, his mouth angling toward hers.
She planted a finger on his lips. “I take it you tend to live up to your name, Casanova. Do you always get your way with women?”
He hesitated only a moment, pushing his memories to the furthest corner of his mind. “Mostly.” He gave her his sexiest smile. And again he swept in for the kiss. That was all he wanted. Then he could leave and never look back. Relationships were too complicated and he wasn’t staying. “Is it working?”
Her free hand slipped behind his head and pulled him down so that their lips could meet in a wordless response.
Dear Reader,
Cape Churn is becoming such a part of my life through the three stories I’ve written in this setting and the one I’m writing now. The more I write about it, the more I would love to visit this town and experience the Devil’s Shroud for myself. Alas, the town is fictional and all the characters exist only in my imagination. But I love them all and want to go along on their adventures and be with them when they finally find their happily-ever-afters.
This book takes you back to the McGregor bed-and-breakfast and gives you a little history on the original owners of McGregor Manor, where you will learn about the heartache and unrequited love of the man who built it.
For those who don’t believe in ghosts, suspend your disbelief and immerse yourself in the story. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, the living, breathing characters have a lot to learn about love, each other and themselves. And maybe they’re getting a little help from those who came before.
Perched on the rocky Oregon coast, this quiet little vacation town will see more troubles. Molly McGregor and Casanova Valdez will struggle to find the source of the problems before someone dies. The past comes back to haunt the guests of the B and B, where we hope good will overcome evil.
Join me on a dark, stormy night when the Devil’s Shroud envelopes the land and sea. Perhaps we’ll have a ghostly encounter.…
Happy reading!
Elle James
Deadly
Liaisons
Elle James
ELLE JAMES
A Golden Heart Award winner for Best Paranormal Romance in 2004, Elle James started writing when her sister issued a Y2K challenge to write a romance novel. She has managed a full-time job and raised three wonderful children, and she and her husband even tried their hands at ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas) in the Texas Hill Country. Ask her, and she’ll tell you what it’s like to go toe-to-toe with an angry 350-pound bird! After leaving her successful career in information technology management, Elle is now pursuing her writing full-time. Elle loves to hear from fans. You can contact her at ellejames@earthlink.net, or visit her website at www.ellejames.com.
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Extract
Chapter 1
“You should have seen the look on Nova’s face when Tazer face-planted him on the mat at the gym.” Creed Thomas clapped a hand on Casanova Valdez’s back.
Casanova chuckled, remembering that day. “Hey, no one told me she was a black belt in judo. And look at her.” He pointed to Steele. “She looks like a damn powder-puff model.”
Nicole Steele, also known as Tazer because most people didn’t know she’d hit them until they were lying flat on their backs, glanced at the tips of her fingernails. “Looks can be deceiving.” That was the dichotomy who was Tazer. Completely at ease, but ready for anything.
As he sat at the table filled with his teammates and a select few residents of Cape Churn, Oregon, Stealth Operations Specialist Casanova Valdez was surrounded by people he liked and trusted. His teammates. They meant the world to him. He liked his job, the people he worked with, and he felt he was contributing to the greater good of society. But something was missing.
His gaze followed Molly McGregor as she served the other occupants of the dining room at the McGregor Bed & Breakfast, where the team had chosen to gather with members of the local community to celebrate victory.
He and Tazer should have been on their way back to D.C. The next flight out would be the following morning. They hadn’t even left Cape Churn when they’d received the news. Thank goodness. They’d been having lunch at the Seaside Café when their flight from Portland had been canceled due to a mechanical issue with their plane. At that point, Gabe had invited them to a victory dinner at the McGregor Bed & Breakfast his sister operated. It gave Nova the chance to see the pretty bed-and-breakfast owner again. He couldn’t seem to get her out of his mind.
Molly’s movements were quick and efficient, her every greeting accompanied by a sunny smile. Light blond hair swung about her shoulders, falling in long loose curls down her back, her green eyes sparkling as bright as the crystals dangling from the chandelier that hung from the center of the spacious dining room. She treated every guest like family, making them welcome and including them in her happy disposition. Nova liked being around her. She made him feel as if he’d come home when he walked into McGregor Manor. He hadn’t felt that way since his grandparents had died.
“Bet you think twice when you flirt with a woman, huh, Nova?” Creed elbowed him in the arm, bringing him back to the conversation and his friends gathered around the table. Their hostess, Molly McG., ducked out of sight through the swinging door to the kitchen.
His lips twisted in a wry grin as he recalled the first day he’d met his teammate in the gym at headquarters, the beautiful and deadly Nicole Steele, or Tazer as they’d nicknamed her. “Tazer schooled me,” he admitted.
“Damn right.” Tazer’s lips curved in a sensuous smile as she leaned back in her chair, so beautiful she could easily have graced any glossy magazine cover. Instead, she, too, was a member of the elite SOS team, sworn to protect the country and step in when other federal agencies weren’t enough. “And what did you learn?” she asked in her smooth, husky tone.
“Never underestimate a beautiful woman.” Unfortunately, he hadn’t learned the lesson well enough the first time around. A trip to the jungles of Bolivia, falling in love with the daughter of a drug lord, and losing her and almost losing his life had been the lesson he’d learned the hardest. A face-plant on a gym mat didn’t even compare.
“Well, no matter how you met, I’m glad we’re on the same team,” Creed said. “Without your help, the entire Western Seaboard might not be here today.” Creed raised his glass. “To success.”
Everyone at the table raised their glasses to toast.
Nova lifted his glass of water. What they’d done had been deemed a preemptive strike against a terror cell planning to attack and devastate major cities on the West Coast, including Seattle and Los Angeles.
“To success.” Nova sipped the water, wishing it was whiskey. Alcohol and driving on a foggy night didn’t mix, and he had a long drive ahead of him to get to Portland. The rescheduled red-eye flight departed in the early hours of the morning and he didn’t want to get up at zero dark thirty to try to make that drive from Cape Churn in a hurry.
As soon as he could bow out gracefully, he’d be on the road. In the meantime, he enjoyed visiting with his coworkers and new friends. Especially the owner of the B&B, who was as nice to look at as a field of white daisies. Molly McGregor, that perpetual smile on her face, breezed in from the kitchen carrying a pitcher of water. She topped off glasses around the dining room.
Sure, he’d sworn off commitment a long time ago. But that didn’t mean he’d sworn off women. A man would have to be blind not to appreciate her.
Molly was the sister of Gabe McGregor, the local cop who’d helped them find and neutralize a very dangerous man. The man responsible for trafficking uranium into the United States. Their target had been in the market to sell the uranium to a warped individual creating dirty bombs with enough explosive power to blow Los Angeles and Seattle off the face of the planet.
A backhand to his chest woke Nova out of his musings, yet again.
“Hey, now, don’t be getting any ideas about Gabe’s sister,” Tazer said. “I might get jealous.”
“Since when have you ever been jealous of another woman?” Creed asked.
Tazer pouted. “I was jealous of one last week in the airport. Her Jimmy Choo shoes had me ready to knock her over and rip them off her feet.”
“And who’s Jimmy Choo?” Gabe asked.
Sitting beside him, his wife, Kayla, laughed out loud. “A designer, silly.”
Gabe glanced around at the others. “Am I missing something? Since when are shoes worth killing for?”
Kayla rolled her eyes. “You’re such a man.”
“Tazer has a fetish for shoes.” Nova glanced at his female teammate. “I’m surprised you restrained yourself.”
She admired her fingernails. “They didn’t look my size, or I’d have found a way.”
“Everyone all right here?” Molly stopped by their large table, her hair escaping the clip holding the sides up and back away from her face. “I’m sorry, we’re just packed tonight.” She pushed a loose strand behind her ear. Her hand drifted down the long column of her throat to where her shirt came to a V over generous breasts.
Nova’s pulse beat a little faster and he shifted in his chair. He hadn’t been this attracted to a woman in a long time. Not since...
“What’s the occasion?” Kayla asked.
“Tonight is the first night of the First Annual Ghost Hunting Weekend at the McGregor B&B.” Molly glanced around at the packed dining room. “I never dreamed a ghost hunt would draw such a crowd. I had a group from Seattle sign up a month ago and then a couple more joined at the last minute. One from Portland and the other from Eugene. And I only posted it online, no other advertising.”
“People love their ghosts and legends,” Gabe said. “Supposedly, this house is haunted.”
“Shh.” Molly pressed her finger to full, luscious lips and winked. “You’ll steal my thunder. I’m telling the legend as part of the event.”
Nova found himself wishing he could press his lips where her finger was. He shook himself. Now wasn’t the time to be enthralled with a woman. As soon as he could catch a plane, he’d be on his way back to D.C., to headquarters to see what his boss, the head of SOS, had up his sleeve for his next assignment. Perhaps it would take him to another part of the world.
The more he moved, the better. It was all part of his plan to stay ahead of his demons. Stay busy and don’t stagnate. New places, new people, new assignments involving lots of action helped him to forget.
Creed leaned close to Nova. “You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?”
His jaw tightened. “How could you tell?”
“One minute you’re staring at a pretty girl, the next, your face gets darker and your eyes narrow. You’re scaring the locals.”
Nova made a conscious effort to maintain control over his face and expressions. No use bringing everyone down just because he couldn’t forget what happened two years ago.
As easily as slipping into the shower, Nova slid into the past. He and Sophia Cardeña had been swimming naked in a spring-fed pool surrounded by the jungle. He’d been deep undercover for four months and had fallen for the drug lord Alfonzo Cardeña’s daughter he’d been using as his in. His liaison with Sophia had smoothed the path to the leader’s confidence and allowed him inside the compound hidden away in the darkest jungles of Bolivia.
At first he’d faked being in love with the beautiful Sophia. But after being in her presence and learning that she was as innocent as her father was corrupt, Nova had fallen for the dark-haired beauty.
Unfortunately, on their way back from the pool, through the trees and bushes, Nova had pulled Sophia to a stop. He’d twirled her around in front of him and kissed her. Knowing he’d be leaving soon, his intelligence-gathering mission coming to a close, he didn’t want things to end between them. He’d made the mistake of daring to dream he could have a life with a woman in it.
The DEA would have taken over with the information he’d compiled and sent back to SOS. He’d been about to ask Sophia to go with him, to get away from the jungle, claiming he had to make a trip back to the States to visit a sick grandmother.
He’d prayed she’d go along with him and trust his lie until he had her away, and before the DEA moved in and the war on drugs commenced.
Only, the bullets started prematurely. When he’d turned her around in front of him, the loud crack of a rifle shot split the air.
Sophia fell against him, her eyes wide with her surprise, her mouth open on her last gasp.
The bullet had gone straight through her heart. Within seconds, she was dead, her hand in his, dragging him to the ground.
More bullets flew overhead. Though he’d covered her body with his, it had been too late.
One shot. That was all it took.
“Want a shot?” Creed nudged him, holding a bottle of tequila and a glass in front of him.
Nova pulled himself back to the present, the coppery scent of Sophia’s blood still clinging to his memories. “What?”
“I asked if you’d like a shot of tequila, but you were obviously somewhere else.”
“I’m back.”
“Good, because for a moment there you looked ready to kill. You really aren’t here tonight, are you?”
No, he wasn’t, but he’d wallowed long enough. A drink might take the edge off the painful memories. Just one wouldn’t impair his driving skills. He nodded. “Nothing a shot of tequila won’t cure.”
Before Creed could pour the shot, Tazer reached across and placed her hand over the shot glass. “No way. He’s driving me to the airport tonight. I need him sober.”
“Right.” Creed set the empty shot glass on the table. “Not all of us are staying for some R and R.” He glanced across at his fiancé, Emma Jenkins. “Thankfully, I am. And I know I can use a few days of downtime.”
Molly moved away from their table and back to the crowd on the other side of the room. “If you all are done, I’ll bring out dessert and we can begin with the legend of McGregor Manor.”
The group of young and older people set down their forks and knives and offered up empty plates to Molly.
When she teetered under a stack of dishes almost as big as she was, Nova leaped to his feet and offered to help.
“No, no, I’ve got them,” she said, her face pink from the strain.
“Yeah. I can see that.” He took half, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a shot of adrenaline skimming through his body, and something more. Awareness—powerful, hot and completely arousing.
Molly’s eyes flared, the green irises darker, the color in her cheeks deepening. Had she felt it, too?
Rather than drop the dishes and explore this phenomenon further, Nova gathered the remaining plates from the nearby tables, stacking them on top of the ones he’d taken from Molly, and followed her into the kitchen.
“You can set them beside the sink. I’ll wash them later.” She waved a hand toward the sink, refusing to lock gazes with him.
He moved around the center island, close enough to touch her, but avoiding contact. Unfortunately, he couldn’t avoid his body’s reaction to being alone with Molly.
As directed, he set the plates on the counter beside a sink full of water frothing with suds.
Molly washed her hands, making even that routine action sexy. Then she gathered a large tray of key-lime tarts and hurried backward through the swinging door into the dining room.
Left to himself in the kitchen, and too turned on to risk reentering the dining room with his friends, Nova scraped the leftovers off the plates into the trash can, rolled up his sleeves and started washing the enormous stack of dirty dishes. His mother had always said empty hands were the devil’s tools. For some reason, he was on edge and in need of something to keep him busy. Maybe a little mindless dishwashing would calm him.
He was halfway through the plates when Molly entered, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll be right back with coffee.”
When she spotted him, she yelped and pressed a hand to her chest. “Oh, my. You scared a year off my life. What are you still doing in the kitchen? You’re a guest.”
He shrugged, his shirt damp with water he’d splashed onto it. “I thought you could use an extra set of hands.”
“I would have done them later.” She bit her bottom lip, the green of her eyes sparkling in the overhead light. “But thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know.” He wanted to bite that lip and suck it into his mouth. Nova fought the urge to reach out and pull her into his arms, shocked by the raw need coursing through him.
Molly grabbed a full coffeepot and backed toward the swinging door, pausing as she pressed her shoulder to the door. “You should be out there enjoying your dessert with the others.”
“I’ll sit when you join us.”
Before he’d finished his words, she was shaking her head. “Not possible. This is my busiest time of the day, besides breakfast. I rarely sit.”
He dried his hands, gathered a second pot of coffee and turned toward her. “Then let me help you.”
With a smile that lit up the room, she said, “Thanks. It is a little busier than I’m used to.”
Together, he and Molly made it around the room, pouring coffee into mugs and then gathering the dessert plates as the guests polished off the last of the miniature pies.
The ghost hunters and Nova’s own table of friends pushed back and stood, moving toward the dining-room door.
Molly made one more pass to collect the last of the dishes and asked if anyone wanted anything else. “If you’re ready, you can step into the lounge. I’ll be there in a moment.”
Gabe McGregor took the plates from Molly’s hands. “Go on. Kayla and I can finish up the dishes while you see to the guests.”
Nova let Kayla take his plate and he followed Molly into the study along with Creed, Tazer and the ghost hunters.
Molly stood in front of the fireplace and waited for everyone to take a seat, then she began.
When she started, her smile was bright, her face open and frank.
“Ian McGregor came to this country from Scotland in the late eighteen hundreds to escape political oppression and make his fortune. Not long after he arrived, he signed on with the Burlington Northern Railroad Company and helped build the rail system that spanned the United States from coast to coast.
“He worked his way up the chain until he was a highly paid supervisor over a thousand men. His keen business sense allowed him to amass a significant amount of savings, which he used to buy land and businesses.
“In his late thirties, he retired from the railroad and settled here in Cape Churn, where he met the prettiest girl in town, Rose Engelmann, a beauty whose family had fallen on hard times. He courted Rose and asked her to marry him, but she had fallen in love with a pirate and had secretly been seeing him without her parents’ knowledge. Rose refused to marry Ian McGregor.
“Unbeknownst to her, Ian paid the pirate a visit to gauge the man’s intentions toward the lovely Rose. The pirate laughed about his affair with the beauty, claiming he left a woman in every port.
“Ian paid the man a hefty sum to leave and never return. As Ian had anticipated, the pirate took the money and left Cape Churn.
“Rose was heartbroken and, with her family in dire straits, agreed to marry Ian.” Molly’s brows lowered, the gleam disappearing from her eyes as she enthralled her listeners with her tale.
Nova was no exception. He leaned forward, clinging to every word, caught up in her story, almost feeling the pain of Ian’s unrequited love.
“Ian knew she didn’t care for him, but he set out to do everything in his power to make her fall in love with him, to woo her heart over to him by building her this mansion fit for a princess. He surrounded it with rose arbors and gardens so beautiful she couldn’t help but fall in love with the place as well as him. He was a kind and gentle lover, not asking more than any man would ask of his wife and treating her with respect and love.”
Molly’s gaze slipped to Nova.
His heart flipped over and beat faster, his groin tightening.
Then she lowered her lashes, hiding her emerald-green eyes as she continued, “She bore a single son, but alas, Rose couldn’t or wouldn’t fall in love with Ian—her heart still belonged to a pirate who never loved her in the first place.
“Ian was proud of his son and loved him dearly. For years he tried to gain the love of his wife, but finally gave up, growing more despondent, until one day he caught pneumonia and didn’t want to fight his way back to good health. As his physical condition declined, a ship sailed into Cape Churn, carrying Rose’s pirate. He learned of the pirate’s return from his loyal servant and valet.
“Calling Rose into his bedroom, he told her what he’d done all those years ago. If she was still in love with the pirate, and if the pirate shared the same feelings, she was free to go.
“Rose hurried to the village, anxious to be reunited with the pirate. When she arrived at his hotel, she hurried up the stairs to the room they’d shared in secret and found him in the arms of another woman. She begged him to take her back and leave the woman he was with. He laughed and told her to go away.
“Rose returned to McGregor Manor sad, angry and disappointed. Ian dragged himself out of his bed to soothe her. But she would not be consoled. Instead, she ran outside during a night when the devil had cloaked the land and cliffs in its ghostly shroud—when the fog had gathered at its thickest.
“Ian followed her, weak and sick, stumbling toward the sounds of her sobs. He found her at the edge of the cliff and tried to talk her into returning to the mansion. She refused, blaming him for driving her lover away. When he grabbed her arm to lead her back to the house, she pushed him away. He staggered backward and fell over the cliff onto the rocks below.
“Horrified, Rose finally realized what a fool she’d been. Ian had loved her and wanted nothing but the best for her. She’d thrown his love away and then pushed him to his death. Distraught and grieving for all her mistakes and for destroying her chances at love, she threw herself over the cliff to join Ian in death.
“The legend says that because neither found love in life, they wander the gardens and the mansion’s halls—Ian searching for Rose, and Rose searching for Ian. Neither ever quite finding the other.
“Many times, I’ve heard Rose’s sobs in the middle of the night.” Molly’s eyes were filled with tears at the end of the story, her voice dropping to a sad whisper. “And when the Devil’s Shroud blankets the cliffs, I swear I’ve heard the echo of Ian calling to Rose and Rose’s sobs in the sound of the waves splashing against the cliffs.”
The crowd of onlookers, including Casanova, remained silent for a full minute after Molly finished, mesmerized by Molly’s storytelling and complete believability. Whether the story was true or not didn’t matter. Everyone believed.
The room erupted in applause.
“Wow, that was beautiful.” Emma Jenkins wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “Not that I’d want to run into the pair in a dark hallway.” She shivered. “Ghosts give me the creeps just thinking about them.”
“You sure Rose didn’t kill Ian on purpose?” a woman with auburn hair asked. “Ian did send her lover away.”
Molly’s brows knit. “You’re Talia, right?”
The woman hesitated, then nodded.
“No one knows for sure,” Molly continued. “If she did kill Ian on purpose, why would she have joined him?”
“Unless someone pushed her,” said a big guy with pale blond, wispy hair and glasses. He’d sat near Talia all evening, his gaze rarely leaving her.
Nova concealed a smile. The man had a thing for the dark-haired woman, and by the looks of it, she didn’t know he existed.
Talia’s gaze shifted to Nova as if she could sense his thoughts. Nova’s glance returned to Molly’s clear, green gaze.
“What happened to Ian and Rose’s son?” a man asked.
Molly grinned. “That would be my great-great-grandfather. He was raised by an elderly aunt who came to Cape Churn from Philadelphia.”
Another guest raised her hand. “Have you ever seen Ian and Rose’s ghosts?”
Molly nodded. “Once I saw Ian on the upper landing late in the night, wearing his nightgown and carrying a candle.”
“What about Rose?” she asked.
“I’ve seen her by the cliffs. Not that I recommend anyone go out there tonight. Because, you see, while you were enjoying the evening meal, the Devil’s Shroud crept over the cliffs and cloaked McGregor Manor in thick fog.”
As one, the roomful of people moved, everyone leaping to their feet to crowd through the door onto the wide front porch of the mansion.
Nova remained behind. “Beautiful.”
Molly’s cheeks flushed and she looked at her hands. “Thank you. And thank you for helping with the dishes.” She collected coffee cups from tables and started for the kitchen.
Not wanting to let her get away, he followed, picking up dessert plates and glasses as he passed through the dining room and into the kitchen. He shouldn’t start anything with the McGregor woman, especially when he was about to leave, but something about her touched him and made him want to get to know her better. Was it the way she empathized with the former owners of the grand mansion? Or the perpetual smile that remained permanently affixed to her lips?
Molly was already elbow deep in the sudsy water when Nova entered the kitchen, carrying more dishes.
“Really, you didn’t have to do that.” She blew at a strand of hair falling over her forehead.
Nova set the dishes on the counter beside her and brushed the strand of hair behind her ear. “Better?”
He stood so close, he could see the tiny flecks of gold in her green eyes. She blinked, her lips parting.
Before he could think better of the idea, he lifted her chin with the crook of his finger. “I imagine you are as beautiful as Ian’s Rose.”
“I’m sure she was much prettier,” Molly replied, her voice breathy, her gaze dropping to his mouth.
“I seriously doubt it.”
When her tongue darted out to wet her lips, Nova was drawn to her, wanting a kiss to taste those damp lips. He bent toward her, his breath mingling with hers.
When their gazes met, her green irises flared. She raised a wet, sudsy hand to his chest, the warm water penetrating the fabric of his shirt.
Nova wondered what it would feel like to have her soap-covered hand running across his bare skin. His pulse leaped and he closed in on those luscious lips.
“Molly, your guests are ready for their tour.” Gabe McGregor swung the kitchen door open and backed through, carrying a tray of mugs and glasses.
With great reluctance, Nova stepped away from Molly.
“I’ll be right there.” Molly’s gaze dropped from his and she went back to work, scrubbing furiously at the already clean dish.
Nova faced the intruder.
Gabe grinned when he spotted Nova and Molly. “Ah, Casanova, thanks for helping out. I should have jumped up when you did. Molly always seems so capable, I forget she could use an extra hand now and then.” Gabe set the tray on the butcher block in the middle of the kitchen. “Why don’t you two take a break while I finish up the dishes?”