Devin Lyle and Craig Rockwell are back, this time to a haunted castle in Ireland where a banshee may have gone wild—or maybe there’s a much more rational explanation—one that involves a disgruntled heir, murder, and mayhem, all with that sexy light touch Heather Graham has turned into her trademark style.
She made a beeline for the bed where he met her, and they crashed atop, surrounded by covers and pillows and the down comforter. There it was easy to make love again, kissing the dampness from one another’s bodies, sleek and slippery and still burning with the heat both of the water and that which came from within.
Finally, they lay spent and exhausted in one another’s arms, entangled in the sheets and the bedding.
After a while, Rocky said, “I wonder if there are ghosts that haunt these chambers; so many have died here. It would be natural.”
“I actually don’t believe there are any,” Devin said.
“Oh? Why?” he asked, coming upon an elbow to stare at her.
“The banshee sees that they are able to move on.”
“I met her this evening.”
“What?” He nearly pounced upon her, rising above her, arms on either side of her shoulders as he stared down at her intently.
Devin smiled and said softly. “I met the banshee. She’s the shadow that we see and feel. Very lovely, really. Her name is Deirdre. But, she’s very upset. She’s insulted for one—banshees do not sound like that awful noise we heard!”
Rocky moved, sitting up, looking around the room. “Is she—here?”
“No. She would never intrude. She’s gracious and polite. Honestly! Do you think that I would have jumped into the tub as I did if she were?”
“No, no, of course not,” Rocky murmured. “Can I meet her?”
“I suppose—but she’s not different from the ghosts or spirits we’ve encountered before. I don’t have a cell number for her!” Devin said.
He gave her an impatient glance. “Has she seen anything? Does she know anything?”
Devin nodded gravely. “She was able to get a bit from Collum, but only a bit. She was late on the scene; he wasn’t supposed to die. He said something to her about Sir Barry Martin—he who murdered Brianna and died with Declan Karney—coming back for him as a devil or demon from hell. Rocky, someone has to be doing this—but who?”
New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Heather Graham majored in theater arts at the University of South Florida. After a stint of several years in dinner theater, back-up vocals, and bartending, she stayed home after the birth of her third child and began to write, working on short horror stories and romances. After some trial and error, she sold her first book, WHEN NEXT WE LOVE, in 1982 and since then, she has written over one hundred novels and novellas including category, romantic suspense, historical romance, vampire fiction, time travel, occult, and Christmas holiday fare. She wrote the launch books for the Dell’s Ecstasy Supreme line, Silhouette’s Shadows, and for Harlequin’s mainstream fiction imprint, Mira Books.
Heather was a founding member of the Florida Romance Writers chapter of RWA and, since 1999, has hosted the Romantic Times Vampire Ball, with all revenues going directly to children’s charity. She is pleased to have been published in approximately twenty languages, and to have been honored with awards from Waldenbooks. B. Dalton, Georgia Romance Writers, Affaire de Coeur, Romantic Times, and more. She has had books selected for the Doubleday Book Club and the Literary Guild, and has been quoted, interviewed, or featured in such publications as The Nation, Redbook, People, and USA Today and appeared on many newscasts including local television and Entertainment Tonight.
Heather loves travel and anything having to do with the water, and is a certified scuba diver. Married since high school graduation and the mother of five, her greatest love in life remains her family, but she also believes her career has been an incredible gift, and she is grateful every day to be doing something that she loves so very much for a living.