When Ginny Soutar inherits her granny’s house she also inherits her own past and future.
And a what?
A spectre, a ghost, or something more sinister?
It seems it’s not only her own future she has to decide but his as well. There’s just one problem with Roddy Boyd, and it's up to her to decide their fate. Does she want to make that decision?
Excerpt:
“How did you get in?’ She grabbed a candlestick and wondered how well it worked as a lethal weapon.
Then she saw his face. Dropped the candlestick and narrowly missed her foot.
“You again.”
He picked the candlestick up, handed it back, and curled her fingers around it. “Me,” he confirmed. “Who else could it be? You knew I’d be here now. That’s why you waited.”
Now she really did think she was dreaming … or having a nightmare. “Rubbish, I’m just about to head back to the hotel.”
By the expression on his face, he didn’t believe her.
“Who are you?” More to the point, who in their right mind hands back what could do you a serious injury? Ginny decided there and then she’d never go back to The Happy Forager, or do any foraging herself. It wasn’t worth the worry.
He smiled. The smile she’d seen recently. The smile that lit his face up…
“Why do you look different?” she blurted out. “What have you done to your hair?”
He put his hand up to the short dark layers. “How do you mean?”
“When did you have it cut?”
He blinked. “Last week. Why?”
Ginny shook her head. Why was he lying? “Where’s your earring?” Come to that, something else was different. A well-cut tweed jacket and cords, no hat, gloves, or boots … on a hot day? Why had he changed out of… What had he been wearing? She wracked her brains and drew a blank.
It’s winter and snowy. Where are all these hot day ideas coming from?
“You, me, heat…” The voice sounded amused and aroused. Ginny decided she could see it far enough. It wasn’t helping matters.
“In your dreams again, mate.”
“My what?” He sounded affronted.
Oh, grief, she’d spoken aloud and now he thought she was talking to him all the time.
“Oh, er nothing,’ Ginny improvised rapidly. “I was wondering where your earring had got to. You know.” Ginny flicked her own lobe where a tiny row of silver hearts dangled. “You had it then you didn’t, now your hair has changed, still no earring. Screwy. Have you just lost it? Any idea where?”
“I think you’ve got the wrong bloke.” He touched his own lobe. “I wouldn’t wear one.” If an expression could convey a shudder, his certainly did.
“You did a few hours ago.” Or did he? Whatever, his hair had been different “When you…” She hesitated. After all, she couldn’t, in all honesty, say he’d had the earring or that he accosted her, or even made her feel a tiny bit threatened. “When you were here earlier,’ she finished with somewhat less than the forcefulness she’d aimed for. “And you didn’t introduce yourself then either.”
“I wasn’t here earlier,” he replied in an exasperated tone. “I told MacTavish to tell you I’d be here at three. Here I am.” He folded his arms. “You know why.”
“I know bugger all.”
“You’ll know him when the time is right.”
Now the voice in her head was female. “I don’t want to know him.”
The scent of violets overwhelmed her once more.
“Look, Miss Soutar, I haven’t got time to play games.” The real-life guy—not a voice broke into her reverie.
“Good, then tell me who you are, why you are here, what you’re playing at, and what is it with the awful smell of violets?”
“Violets?” he said in a puzzled voice. “I can’t smell anything.”
What the?No wonder he’s staring at me as if I have a screw loose.
She swiveled around so fast it was a wonder she didn’t go giddy.
“You must be able to, it’s so strong. Enough to make me gag.” She waved her hand around to indicate something, somewhere. “Bloody strong, not air freshener.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Sorry, honey, no can do, air freshener or whatever. Zilch. I can think, smell, and conjure up other stuff, not violets.”
Honey? Oh, how I wish. Where had that come from? He was arsy antagonistic and… Damn if his voice wasn’t climax-inducing-sex-on-legs hot. Ginny did her best to take control of the conversation—and her senses.
“If you say so. Look, don’t take this amiss, but, who are you and why are you here?” There, that sounded strong and positive, didn’t it? No matter if she had to throw a brick at him or run him over if he started any funny business. Somehow, she needed to find out just what was going on and what his involvement was. “It’s all a bit weird.”
How the hell could she fancy anyone with an up-their-own attitude like he had?
“Nowt so queer as folk, love.”
“Very weird,” she added for good measure.
“Not at all,” He sounded amused. “It is what it is, what should be. If you keep the faith, then what is there to worry about. You … me … it is as it should be.”
Definitely screwy. Ginny thought over what she’d eaten and drank over the past few days. Apart from that risotto, no mushrooms or unknown greens. No wacky baccy—she’d never smoked—no funny-smelling drinks.
Clean as the driven snow. Just like the lawn outside. For far too long. There hadn’t even been a forbidden fumble in ages.
Boring.
But now?
Might she not prefer boring?
“Never, so not you. You are not boring or mundane, you are life going forward.”
“Yeah, yeah, I wish.” Ginny looked at her Ugg-clad feet. If only.
“Oh, ye of little faith, think on. Why are you here?”
This time, it was the bloke in front of her who spoke. She thought.
“Good question. Because the house, Effie’s house, was left to me. A direct descendant. Not sure how many greats in front of the word gran, but a fair few over a couple of hundred years. Evidently, it’s my turn now. As a descendent, distant or not.”
“Oh, you are that,” he said. “A descendant, and I guess distant. The spitting image as well.”
She looked down at her feet once more. The Uggs might be warm but they weren’t elegant “You reckon? Like this?”
He nodded. “Same, but more up-to-date.” He grinned. “She wore half boots, but apart from that. Long skirt and well…”
“Yeah.” Ginny grimaced and then blinked. How the hell had I heard my footsteps? She distinctly thought she’d walked. Heard her feet as they moved over the parquet. Felt the vibrations thrum through her.
Moved, seen, heard, felt, and…
Heard my feet? How?
“You did, as did I. Once.”
“Footsteps,” she said through a ringing in her ears. None of it made sense. “I saw myself, heard my footsteps, but how…”
The guy next to her nodded. “She was the same.”
“How the hell do you know that? Effie was here years, lots of years ago.” Almost 200 to be exact.
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There’s just one problem with Roddy Boyd, and it's up to her to decide their fate. Does she want to make that decision?\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eExcerpt:\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“How did you get in?’ She grabbed a candlestick and wondered how well it worked as a lethal weapon.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eThen she saw his face. Dropped the candlestick and narrowly missed her foot.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“You again.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eHe picked the candlestick up, handed it back, and curled her fingers around it. “Me,” he confirmed. “Who else could it be? You knew I’d be here now. That’s why you waited.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eNow she really did think she was dreaming … or having a nightmare. “Rubbish, I’m just about to head back to the hotel.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eBy the expression on his face, he didn’t believe her.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Who are you?” \u003cem\u003eMore to the point, who in their right mind hands back what could do you a serious injury?\u003c\u002fem\u003e Ginny decided there and then she’d never go back to The Happy Forager, or do any foraging herself. It wasn’t worth the worry.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eHe smiled. The smile she’d seen recently. The smile that lit his face up…\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Why do you look different?” she blurted out. “What have you done to your hair?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eHe put his hand up to the short dark layers. “How do you mean?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“When did you have it cut?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eHe blinked. “Last week. Why?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eGinny shook her head. Why was he lying? “Where’s your earring?” Come to that, something else was different. A well-cut tweed jacket and cords, no hat, gloves, or boots … on a hot day? Why had he changed out of… What had he been wearing? She wracked her brains and drew a blank.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt’s winter and snowy. Where are all these hot day ideas coming from?\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e“You, me, heat…”\u003c\u002fem\u003e The voice sounded amused and aroused. Ginny decided she could see it far enough. It wasn’t helping matters.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“In your dreams again, mate.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“My what?” He sounded affronted.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eOh, grief, she’d spoken aloud and now he thought she was talking to him all the time.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Oh, er nothing,’ Ginny improvised rapidly. “I was wondering where your earring had got to. You know.” Ginny flicked her own lobe where a tiny row of silver hearts dangled. “You had it then you didn’t, now your hair has changed, still no earring. Screwy. Have you just lost it? Any idea where?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“I think you’ve got the wrong bloke.” He touched his own lobe. “I wouldn’t wear one.” If an expression could convey a shudder, his certainly did.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“You did a few hours ago.” Or did he? Whatever, his hair \u003cem\u003ehad\u003c\u002fem\u003e been different “When you…” She hesitated. After all, she couldn’t, in all honesty, say he’d had the earring or that he accosted her, or even made her feel a tiny bit threatened. “When you were here earlier,’ she finished with somewhat less than the forcefulness she’d aimed for. “And you didn’t introduce yourself then either.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“I wasn’t here earlier,” he replied in an exasperated tone. “I told MacTavish to tell you I’d be here at three. Here I am.” He folded his arms. “You know why.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“I know bugger all.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e“You’ll know him when the time is right.”\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eNow the voice in her head was female. “\u003cem\u003eI don’t want to know him.”\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eThe scent of violets overwhelmed her once more.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Look, Miss Soutar, I haven’t got time to play games.” The real-life guy—not a voice broke into her reverie.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Good, then tell me who you are, why you are here, what you’re playing at, and what is it with the awful smell of violets?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Violets?” he said in a puzzled voice. “I can’t smell anything.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eWhat the?\u003c\u002fem\u003e \u003cem\u003eNo wonder he’s staring at me as if I have a screw loose.\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eShe swiveled around so fast it was a wonder she didn’t go giddy.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“You must be able to, it’s so strong. Enough to make me gag.” She waved her hand around to indicate something, somewhere. “Bloody strong, not air freshener.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eHe raised his eyebrows. “Sorry, honey, no can do, air freshener or whatever. Zilch. I can think, smell, and conjure up other stuff, not violets.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eHoney? Oh, how I wish.\u003c\u002fem\u003e Where had that come from? He was arsy antagonistic and… Damn if his voice wasn’t climax-inducing-sex-on-legs hot. Ginny did her best to take control of the conversation—and her senses.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“If you say so. Look, don’t take this amiss, but, who are you and why are you here?” There, that sounded strong and positive, didn’t it? No matter if she had to throw a brick at him or run him over if he started any funny business. Somehow, she needed to find out just what was going on and what his involvement was. “It’s all a bit weird.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eHow the hell could she fancy anyone with an up-their-own attitude like he had?\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e“Nowt so queer as folk, love.”\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Very weird,” she added for good measure.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Not at all,” He sounded amused. “It is what it is, what should be. If you keep the faith, then what is there to worry about. You … me … it is as it should be.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eDefinitely screwy. Ginny thought over what she’d eaten and drank over the past few days. Apart from that risotto, no mushrooms or unknown greens. No wacky baccy—she’d never smoked—no funny-smelling drinks.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eClean as the driven snow. Just like the lawn outside. For far too long. There hadn’t even been a forbidden fumble in ages.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eBoring.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eBut now?\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eMight she not prefer boring?\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e“Never, so not you. You are not boring or mundane, you are life going forward.”\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Yeah, yeah, I wish.” Ginny looked at her Ugg-clad feet. If only.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Oh, ye of little faith, think on. Why are you here?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eThis time, it was the bloke in front of her who spoke. She thought.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Good question. Because the house, Effie’s house, was left to me. A direct descendant. Not sure how many \u003cem\u003egreats\u003c\u002fem\u003e in front of the word \u003cem\u003egran\u003c\u002fem\u003e, but a fair few over a couple of hundred years. Evidently, it’s my turn now. As a descendent, distant or not.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003e“Oh, you are that,” he said. “A descendant, and I guess distant. The spitting image as well.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eShe looked down at her feet once more. The Uggs might be warm but they weren’t elegant “You reckon? Like this?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: medium; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"\u003eHe nodded. “Same, but more up-to-date.” He grinned. “She wore half boots, but apart from that. 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