Please welcome my guest blogger today, Libby Bishop with Ghosts of Trenton House.
Title: Ghosts of Trenton House
Series: Revenant Investigations Book
Two
Blurb:
Empath
and paranormal investigator Lena Tompson is enjoying a night of relaxation when
she’s interrupted by a phone call from her boss. She hurries to the office,
still in her pajamas, and finds herself face to face with the once
love-of-her-life.
Knox
Trenton, also an empath, has a problem: his beloved great grandmother has
accidently conjured the spirit of her dead sister while trying to find the
spirit of her dearly departed husband, who died decades earlier. The sisters
have fought bitterly since his death.
As
the case heats up, so do Lena’s feelings for Knox. She doesn’t know
how long she can hold back the tide of emotions, especially when she realizes
that Knox has feelings for her as well. She can only hope that trusting him
doesn’t tear her apart as deeply as his own family will be torn if they fail to
stop the fighting.
Excerpt:
Oh, how
Lena Tompson wished she was still at home, curled up on the couch watching Pride
and Prejudice—the Colin Firth version, of course—instead of at the Revenant
Investigations office for an emergency meeting. But that wish wasn’t going to
come true. When her boss, Folger, had called they all knew to come immediately.
She had and now Knox Trenton, the former love-of-her-life, sat in her boss’s
office with his forehead creased from worry.
"I’m
very sorry to drag you all here at this hour," Knox said. "But
there’s an emergency at Trenton House."
Arabella
Pierce—coworker, medium, and Lena’s best friend—spoke up. "What do you
mean?" she asked.
Knox
rubbed his eyes. Lena could feel just how worried he was. Having grown up with
and seriously dated Knox, she knew this wasn’t normal for him. Something had to
be dreadfully wrong in order for him to be bleeding emotions so strongly. As a
high-level empath, he was very good at guarding himself, unless unduly
stressed or tired.
Lena
reached out with her own empathic gifts to search his feelings, and a brick
wall slammed down.
"Nana
has done something," he replied, dread lightly imbedded in his tone.
Oh, dear. When his great-grandmother did something to earn that
tone of voice it normally meant another feud was brewing with someone, probably
a family member. The elderly spitfire was too fiery for her own good, at times.
"What did Imogene do?"
"You
both know the story of my great-grandmother and her twin sister, Ruth."
"Hard
to forget," Arabella replied.
While
the story was well known, not many knew the details as Lena and Arabella did.
He’d told them in Junior High. And a hell of a story it was.
He
turned to Folger. "I’m going to tell you the story, but I ask that you
keep it to yourself, for your records. This is a very sensitive issue."
Folger
raised his hand. "What you tell us goes no further than this room."
Knox
sighed. "Thank you. My great-aunt Ruth conjured my great-grandpa Duke’s
spirit when he died of a heart attack in his mid-thirties. She wanted to punish
her sister for allowing him into the family and betraying her. Their father
trusted Duke and had learned to love him as a son, so he willed Trenton House
to Duke and Nana. Ruth was furious with her sister for allowing such a thing,
saying she was betrayed, even though their father left her and her husband well
over five hundred thousand dollars and the country house at the edge of
town." He paused, sighing. "Most of the family believes her objection
was solely about Duke’s name being put on the house. I think it’s safe to say
if it had been just Nana’s name on the deed, Ruth wouldn’t have been so
vehement about the whole thing."
Lena had
been to that country house a few times—a beautiful home, on a lovely four-acre
plot of land. But Duke being willed Trenton House and watching it fall into his
hands, even with Imogene there, had only been the beginning––the spark, to
ignite the rest of the Trentons’ sisterly feud.
Lena had
seen no real ‘ill will’ between Knox and his cousins, but their parents… Well,
there was a reason she never liked going to the family get-togethers. Their
barely veiled animosity was like ice, cracking against her skin. Knox tried to
shield her from most of it, but the intensity was too great for him to block it
all. Lena tolerated events the best she could, but finally admitted they’d
taken a toll on her, and her view of their relationship.
"And
no one knows where Ruth trapped Duke’s spirit," Arabella said, leaning
back against the couch and crossing her legs. "Ruth took that information
to the grave." "Knox," Folger said, "tell them what Imogene
did."
Hesitation
lightly touched the air, held clear in his dark brown eyes when he glanced at
her. All thoughts of their past momentarily fled when Lena saw it—something was
very wrong, all right, and worry twisted her gut. "Knox?"
He
fidgeted in his chair, until he settled for sitting with his back completely
straight as if someone had pulled a string upward, and rested his hands on the
arms of the chair.
"Nana…raided
Ruth’s crypt at our family’s private cemetery and stole a necklace from her
coffin."
Lena’s
mouth dropped in shock. "She did what?"
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