Building Celebration House
The Celebration House Trilogy
Genre: Womenâs fiction/paranormal romance
Publisher: Baskethound Books
Date of Publication: 3/1/17
Number of pages: 234
Word Count: 52K
Cover Artist: Elizabeth Mackey
Tagline: How can she plan a future with a man who has only a past?
Carrie Hansen spent her life caring for cardiac patients. Little did she know she would become a patient herself.
After recovering from her own heart surgery, she learns she has a special talent: the ability to see and talk with the dead.
Now, with her health failing, she leaves the bustle of Seattle behind and returns to Lexington, Missouri, the small town where she spent her childhood. Here, she sets out to restore an abandoned antebellum mansion and open it as a venue for celebrations.
Carrieâs unique gift allows her to build relationships with the mansionâs ghostly occupants, especially Major Tom Gentry, the handsome Civil War soldier who died 100 years before Carrie was born. He encourages and comforts her, though not in the physical way they both desire.
Will Carrie finish restoring the celebration house or will it finish her? And how can she plan a future with a man who has only a past?
When Carrie opened the door and stepped inside, sunlight streamed in through the dirty windows. Even though the barn had been vacant for years, the air smelled of hay and horses.
Looking to her left, she saw a man shaving. Heâd glanced up when Carrie opened the doors, but returned his gaze to the small mirror tacked to the wooden beam. He was bare from the waist up. His chest was lean and muscular, with dark brown hair from mid-chest to his waistline. His arms were powerfully built, and his right hand was steady as he scraped the white soap from his angular jaw with a razor. His dark blue uniform pants with gold braid down the side were tucked into knee-high black leather boots. He stood at least six feet tall, and though Carrie hadnât made her living in the carnival, she guessed he was probably younger than her, likely in his mid to late twenties. He peered at the small mirror, tilting his chin to swipe away the shaving soap. Carrie waited to speak until after heâd finished with the ivory-handled straight blade and dipped it into the basin of soapy water.
âGood morning,â she said.
His expression was an equal mix of surprise and annoyance. He dropped the razor and grabbed his shirt off a nearby nail. He turned his back to Carrie and pulled it on.
âYou can see me, madam?â he asked, buttoning his shirt and stuffing it into his pants.
âYes. Can you see me?â
âI can, but I believe I have the advantage. Iâm dead. You are not.â He turned and glared at her. His eyebrows furrowed as though he wasnât quite sure how theyâd arrived at the point of introductions.
âIâm sorry to intrude. Iâm Carrie. Carrie Hansen.â She extended her hand.
He reached to shake her hand, but his fingers passed through hers. They both jerked back.
âIâm sorry. I really didnât mean to intrude,â she said.
âYou surprised me. Thatâs all. We seldom receive visitors, especially living ones who can see us.â He put on his blue uniform coat and fastened the long row of brass buttons. âIâm Major Thomas Gentry, at your service.â He bowed.
âIâm sorry I startled you. I sometimes forget ghosts arenât accustomed to being seen.â
His eyes narrowed and he frowned. âHow may I be of service to you, Miss Hansen?â
âWhere can I find Colonel Stratton? I need to speak with him.â
His dark blue eyes showed his increasing puzzlement. âThe living do not go looking for Colonel Stratton. What business have you with him?â
âI bought this house, and I intend to live here.â
âYou bought Stratton House?â
âAnd I need to speak with the colonel.â
Major Gentry shook his head as though to sort through the details. âPlease forgive me. You bought Stratton House, you intend to live here, and you wish to speak with the homeâs proprietor, Colonel Stratton?â
âI thought weâd covered that,â she said. âYou donât get many visitors, do you?â
About the Author:
Annette Drake is a multi-genre author whose work is character-driven and celebrates the law of unintended consequences.
She makes her home in Washington state. A member of the Romance Writers of America, she loves ferry rides, basset hounds and bakeries. She does not camp.
4/3/2017 11:15:39 am
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