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    Whispers
    Whispers
    Whispers
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    Whispers

    By Suzanne Rock

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    From the NYT and USA Today bestselling author of the Kyron Pack series comes a tale where two trapped ghosts battle for the affection of a feisty ghost whisperer.

    Rose is skeptical when Lady Denville hires her to take care of some ghosts in her townhouse. She expects to find a nest of rats or branches scraping against a window. Instead, she finds two sexy spirits intent on fulfilling her every sexual desire. They introduce her to a whole new world of pleasure — and a curse that may destroy them all.

    Lionel and Jonathan have been trapped in the townhouse for decades, waiting. When Rose walks in, they know that she is the one with the power to save them. The key to their freedom lies within reach, and both men must put aside their differences if they ever hope to break the curse that binds them to the townhouse. As the men set out to seduce Rose and gain their freedom, their sexual desire turns into something more. Now they must be honest with the woman they love, or stay imprisoned in the spirit world forever.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherElectric Ink Press
    Release dateDec 23, 2014
    ISBN9781507028551
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      Whispers - Suzanne Rock

      Chapter One

      London, England 1842

      Rose Morgan hastened up the steps of the large townhouse and knocked on the door. In her opinion, it was best to get uncomfortable things over with as soon as possible.

      She cast a nervous glance back at her carriage when no one responded. Her driver raised his brow in silent question, but she wasn’t quite ready to dismiss him yet. Being a widow gave her a certain degree of freedom, such as traveling around London alone, but one could never be too careful. Galen was a trusted servant and could always be counted on in a fix.

      Not that she would have to deal with any threats on this bright, sunny afternoon. At least, no threats to her physical body.

      She placed her valise at her feet and knocked on the door again, her irritation growing. Where could everyone have gone? Any butler worth his station would have answered by now. Did everyone take a holiday?

      When Rose had received the missive from Lady Denville, it said that the matter was urgent. Then again, everything seemed to be urgent where Lady Denville was concerned. The woman was one of the most self-centered dowagers in London. Unfortunately Rose wasn’t in a position to ignore the price the dowager was willing to pay for her services. Otherwise Rose would have dismissed the summons.

      Finally the door swung open. Rose took a small step back when she saw Lady Denville standing before her instead of the butler. How odd for the dowager to be answering her own door. A wide smile broke out on the old woman’s face, creating deep creases in her translucent skin.

      Oh, thank goodness you’ve come. I was worried you’d ignore my summons. Lady Denville wrung her hands and stared at something over Rose’s shoulder.

      I wouldn’t dream of it. As long as Rose had bills to pay, she’d keep making the rounds. Her husband had died two years earlier, leaving her with more debt than she’d thought possible. Why had the bank continued to lend him money when he had no means to repay it? The question baffled Rose and kept her up late at night.

      Is there something wrong? Rose put her hand on the old woman’s arm, drawing her attention to the present.

      Come inside. Lady Denville glanced at Rose’s small valise by her feet and then ushered her inside.

      Rose waved to the carriage, picked up her bag, and stumbled over the foothold. Lady Denville shut the door behind her and peeked out the window.

      What on earth was she doing? Lady Denville’s behavior was odd, but Rose didn’t care. The sooner she could complete her task and collect her money, the better. Lady Denville was only nice when she needed something, and Rose had no doubt that once their deal was finished, the dowager would turn her nose up at her once more.

      Lady Denville—

      Shh. The dowager’s hush startled Rose, and she fought against her rising anger. She was twenty-three, not some unschooled child. Lady Denville needed to treat her with more respect. All of London society needed to, it seemed. It was amazing how quickly everyone turned on her when her husband died. Unfortunately respectability only came with money, and that was in short supply.

      Rose smoothed out her skirts, determined to use good manners. She had been brought up to respect her elders and knew how important it was to put her best face forward when out and about in London society. Lady Denville’s behavior was unusual, perhaps a little disturbing, but she was also a big gossip, and Rose didn’t need any more rumors floating around about herself.

      Rose inclined her head and cleared her throat. Lady Denville. I know that I’m a little early. I apologize—

      Lady Denville turned away from the window. Never you mind, my dear. I’m just glad you’re here. You’re the only one I could think of who could help me with this...this...situation. She flashed a bright smile, but Rose could see the worry lines along her temples and the dark circles under her eyes. The baroness was at least twenty years Rose’s senior and liked to use heavy cosmetics to hide her age. She must have applied them in a hurry this afternoon, for powder caked between the fine lines on her face and neck. The red on her lips had smudged, and the paint on her eyes appeared smeared.

      A strange noise drifted down the staircase to their left. It sounded like whispering. Rose strained her ears but couldn’t make out the words. Did you hear something?

      The dowager grabbed Rose’s arm with a viselike grip. Are you worn out from the trip? Traveling always takes such a toll on the body. Maybe you should rest.

      Rose glanced at the stairs. What was that noise? Do you have company?

      Lady Denville cleared her throat. Oh no dear. No company.

      A low moan cascaded like rippling water from the second floor, and Rose raised her brows at the dowager.

      Lady Denville frowned. To be honest, I’m not quite certain what is making the noise. That is why I called you here.

      Ah, of course. Rose slipped her arm out of the dowager’s grasp. They both stared in silence at the staircase and listened to the rise and fall of the voice as it drifted through the house.

      Well, I promise to do what I can to help you with your...predicament. How long have you heard this...noise? Rose asked.

      Ever since I came back to London for the Season three weeks ago. Lady Denville wrung her hands and turned her attention to Rose. Do you think you can get rid of them?

      Get rid of them?

      The dowager inched closer. The ghosts, she whispered.

      Rose took a step back, eager to spare herself from the dowager’s heavy floral perfume. Lady Denville, I’m quite sure you don’t have ghosts in your house.

      What are they, then?

      Rose thought for a moment. I do not know. Probably rats.

      Rats? Lady Denville glanced at the stairway. The moaning became louder. That is quite a rat, she said.

      Rose had to agree. She had heard rats before, and none of them made noises like that. It was difficult to tell, but it almost sounded like two voices, not one. Both were low, but one had a much smoother cadence while the other sounded more rugged.

      Rose cleared her throat, drawing Lady Denville’s attention. Have you ever seen these ghosts?

      The moaning faded, and the dowager reached for her sky blue wrap. You did such a great job with Lady Spenborough’s problem last Season. I only thought it natural to ask you to come when the noises began.

      Either the old woman was hard of hearing, or she didn’t want to answer the question. Rose suspected the latter. She forced herself to smile. Of course.

      The truth was Rose almost didn’t respond to Lady Denville’s missive. Like the rest of the older set in London, the dowager thought Rose was special, meaning she had powers from the great beyond. It was silly, really. Rose had been lucky in determining that a few ghosts were actually branches scraping against windows, rats, or overcurious grandchildren. Somehow she had developed the reputation of a ghost hunter. The fact that she had never encountered a real ghost—not once—did nothing to dampen the whispers behind her back or the curious looks she had received at house parties.

      As much as Rose hated the rumors, she needed the money. Once again she promised herself that as soon as she paid off her husband’s debts, she would quit this nonsense for good.

      "How is Lady Spenborough?" Rose asked, desperate to change the subject. Not that she cared. Lady Spenborough was a worse gossip than Lady Denville. Not a breath could take place within all of London without them both knowing about it.

      What? Lady Denville looked away from the stairwell. Fine, fine. She draped her wrap over her shoulders and inched toward the front door. Once you determined that her ghost was nothing more than a bird caught in the chimney, she hired an exterminator and has been sleeping soundly ever since.

      Rose pressed her lips together to bite back a retort. She suspected Lady Spenborough hadn’t done much sleeping since the bird-in-the-chimney incident last year. The Season had been in full swing for only three weeks, and Rose had gotten more invitations to exhume ghosts than she had hours in the day. It could only mean one thing—Lady Spenborough had been gossiping to anyone who would listen about how Rose could clear a home of ghosts.

      The moaning ceased, and the odd, whisper-like noises began once more. Lady Denville froze and glanced at the staircase.

      Are you sure that it isn’t just the staff? Rose asked.

      N-no. Lady Denville tightened the wrap close around her shoulders and peered out the front window. I sent the staff away for the night. I thought you’d need the privacy. She opened the front door and then took Rose’s hands. I appreciate what you’re doing. We all do. Good luck.

      Rose tugged the old woman’s fingers. What? Where are you going?

      I’m going to stay with my sister tonight.

      Why? When Rose’s services were requested, she normally stayed the night since that was when the noises were at their peak, but she had never had to stay alone in a strange house before.

      I think it would be best if I wasn’t in the way, Lady Denville said.

      But...but I’d be alone in the house by myself. It isn’t proper.

      Tut, tut. The old woman smiled and patted Rose’s hand. You’re a dowager, not a young miss, and it’s only for a night. Lady Denville nodded to the stairwell. Now you go and talk to those ghosts and tell them to leave. I have my big dinner party next weekend and can’t have my reputation ruined by these...these... Another low moan filled the house, and Lady Denville pressed her lips together. I’ll be back in the morning. She pulled away and made it to the bottom of the front steps before Rose could think of voicing another objection.

      Rose watched the carriage roll away in horror. Lady Denville’s graying hair bobbed in the backseat as the carriage rolled over the bumpy street and around the corner.

      Well, that was strange. Rose waved off her own carriage, closed the door, and rubbed her temples. Lady

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