Laura Flannery needs a vacation from her boring life and a break from nosy neighbors. So when a postcard arrives in the mail announcing the grand opening of a bed and breakfast in New Orleans, she decides to give it a try. Deposited on the doorstep of what appears to be a beautifully restored mansion, Laura finds it odd the cab driver is so eager to drive away; and that's just the beginning.
From a butler who seems to avoid any physical contact whatsoever, to a housekeeper who floats rather than walks, Laura can't help but start questioning her sanity. Then, when a man she's never seen before appears and claims he's her dead husband, she has to decide if it's time to head for the hills or stay and discover what secret past she has with Greenwood Manor and its handsome--albeit deceased--owner.
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Amber Quill Press, LLC
September 19, 2010
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Excerpt from Greenwood Manor by Shannon Leigh
...At the opposite end of the graveyard, she came across two headstones placed side-by-side. Their edges nearly touched, as though the couple lying beneath refused to separate, even in death. The lifeless gray exteriors brightened as she approached, suddenly illuminated by the parting of clouds above. Icicle moonbeams cast a sinister blue light upon the markers, spotlighting the names engraved upon their stony surfaces.
The first belonged to a man. Barnabas Flannery, born March 21, 1809, died December 23, 1845. Grieving husband. A blow of anguish nearly knocked Laura to her knees. With a shaking hand, she reached out and traced his name with her fingertips.
When her gaze shifted to the next stone, Laura felt the air escape her lungs in one big whoosh! Her legs grew weak, her mind swooned, and it took every ounce of strength she had not to faint. Laura Flannery, born November 8, 1810, died December 22, 1845. Grieving mother.
"Oh, dear God. This can't be." She choked on a strained sob. But just as she'd known to whom all the other markers belonged, Laura knew this one was hers.
And the one next to it was her husband's...