{"id":8150,"date":"2019-11-20T01:05:08","date_gmt":"2019-11-20T06:05:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=8150"},"modified":"2019-11-19T22:26:23","modified_gmt":"2019-11-20T03:26:23","slug":"unexpected-visit-spirits-of-christmas-mfrwhooks-paranormalromance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=8150","title":{"rendered":"Unexpected Visit – Spirits of Christmas #MFRWHooks #paranormalromance"},"content":{"rendered":"


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\"\"Spirits of Christmas (Wild Witches of Beaver Bay)<\/b><\/p>\n

by Kate Hill<\/p>\n

(Paranormal Romance)<\/p>\n

Blurb:<\/strong><\/p>\n

On Christmas Eve twenty-five years ago, a brutal murder was committed at the house where Christa Wild works as a live-in maid. When the other servants leave for the holiday this year she stays behind, hoping that any spirits dwelling there will help her regain the psychic power she lost. She\u2019s surprised when the intriguing but disturbed owner of the house appears several days before Christmas.<\/p>\n

Action star Joel Connor has kept a terrible secret for most of his life. Despite his success as an athlete and actor, he is plagued by flashbacks of a gruesome attack that destroyed his family. This Christmas, Joel returns to the house where it happened to face the ghosts of the past, but finds he is not alone.<\/p>\n

Joel and Christa are instantly attracted, but will his psychological state prevent them from finding peace and love?<\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the kitchen down the hall, Christa took her phone out of her pocket, placed it on the counter, and turned on her favorite music app. She selected her Christmas play list and soon she was singing along with carols while mixing cookie dough.<\/p>\n

Before long, she had a batch in the oven. The scent of warm chocolate filled the kitchen. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply.<\/p>\n

\u201cMmm. Can\u2019t wait for those to be finished, but in the meantime –\u201d She sat at the table, pulled out her red glitter pen, and wrote notes in her Christmas cards. She\u2019d mail them tomorrow and her family should get them in time for the holiday.<\/p>\n

What was that?<\/p>\n

She looked up from her cards, paused her music, and strained to listen. Had that been a car door closing?<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re getting paranoid, Christa. Get a grip, girl.\u201d<\/p>\n

Even if there was a car thief, in this neighborhood they wouldn\u2019t go for her little economy car, but one of the pricey ones parked in front of the other huge houses down the street.<\/p>\n

She nearly resumed the music app, but something didn\u2019t feel right. Instead, she pocketed her phone, reached for the nearby frying pan, and stood. On her way to the foyer, her heart pounded. Was this how it happened to those poor people all those years ago? Had they heard their killer approach, or had he taken them totally by surprise?<\/p>\n

The key turned in the door. Christa furrowed her brow. Only other members of staff had a key. Someone must have forgotten something and returned for it.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello?\u201d Christa tried to sound firm. \u201cWho\u2019s there? I\u2019m warning you, I\u2019m armed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I\u2019m calling the cops, because you\u2019re trespassing on my property.\u201d<\/p>\n

That calm, precise male voice wasn\u2019t familiar to Christa, yet for some strange reason, she recognized it. She had never met the owner of the house, but she knew that he neither lived in nor rented it. Was it possible that he had decided to visit today? If so, he probably hadn\u2019t expected any servants to be here. They were supposed to be on Christmas vacation.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do I know you\u2019re the owner?\u201d<\/p>\n

The door burst open, slamming into Christa and knocking her onto the wooden floor. She landed, her scream turning to a grunt. Her frying pan flew from her hand and landed out of reach. Cold wind and snow swirled around the slim man in a black coat and gloves who stood over her. Ice crystals covered his sleek, dark hair. A fierce expression on his angular face, he glanced around the foyer. Blue-gray eyes, like slivers of crystal, glanced from Christa to the frying pan. Not only did he sound familiar, but he looked familiar, too.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that your weapon?\u201d He didn\u2019t smile, but she sensed his amusement. \u201cI think if I were in the kitchen, I\u2019d have picked up a knife instead, but whatever.\u201d He held up his keys. \u201cLike I said, I own the house. What\u2019s your excuse for being here?\u201d<\/p>\n

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