In New York Times bestselling author Elle Jamesâs latest, one woman finds sheâs unsafe in her own homeâand in her heart...
Real estate whiz Jillian Taylor thinks heroes and haunted houses are bogus. But when a series of strange events leaves her in danger, Stealth Ops Specialist Chance McCall is quick to the scene. Jillian canât resist the chemistry brewing between her and the sexy agent. But as she and Chance deconstruct her nightmares, someone becomes more desperate to keep those secrets from surfacing.
Chance knows thereâs more going on at the derelict Victorian manor than just ghostsâjust as he knows thereâs something about the blonde beauty he canât resist. If only he could help decipher the meaning of Jillianâs tortured dreams...and keep her safe in his arms forever.
Her lips twisted. âLet me guess, if you tell me what you doââ
âIâd have to kill you.â He captured her wrist in his hand. âI think youâve done enough. We should finish the work and get back to the B and B.â
Jillian stared into his eyes.
A few short inches separated them, but all Chance could think about was those pretty pink lips and what they might taste like if he dared kiss her.
Jillian ran her tongue around those pink lips, sending Chanceâs control flying.
âDo you realize how crazy youâre making me?â
She shook her head, her eyes rounding, her gaze shifting to his mouth.
Like a moth drawn to the flame, Chance couldnât resist the temptation. He slipped his hand beneath her hair at the back of her head and dragged her forward until their lips almost touched. âTell me to stop and I will,â he breathed, praying she wouldnât when the temptation to kiss her threatened to overwhelm him.
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Dear Reader,
Weâre back in Cape Churn! I thought Deadly Allure would be the last in the series, but when I told my editor I wanted to write more Devilâs Shroud books, I was thrilled she agreed.
Some of my fans asked for Jillian the real estate agentâs story, so I took the chance to bring her back and to introduce a new character. And itâs all because of a wedding. And since the area has its own spook factor, I gave Jillian her very first fixer-upper home. Not only does the home have a past, it helps Jillian learn more about the past she could never remember.
Enter former warrior turned Stealth Operations Specialist Chance McCall, and things heat up in Cape Churn.
Hang on for a bumpy and often creepy ride!
Elle James
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author ELLE JAMES is a former IT professional and retired army and air force reservist. She writes romantic suspense, mysteries and paranormal romances that keep her readers on the edges of their seats to the very end of every book. When sheâs not at her computer, sheâs traveling to exotic and wonderful places, snow-skiing, boating or riding her four-wheeler, dreaming up new stories. Learn more about Elle James at ellejames.com.
This book is dedicated to my son, who has a heart bigger than the state of Texas, has a great sense of adventure and would do anything for you. Heâs the kind of guy with the ability to make friends everywhere he goes and keeps in touch with all of them. I wish him a happy, healthy life, full of the love he so richly deserves. I love you, Adam!
Prologue
Excitement rippled through her. She could barely wait to get home from school. Instead of taking the road as sheâd promised her mother, she cut through the woods. She carefully balanced the treasure her teacher, Mrs. Tillman, had given her. It was a thank-you gift for staying late every day after school the entire year to help straighten the classroom, clean the boards and check papers.
A gift hadnât been necessary, and that wasnât the reason sheâd stayed after school. She loved helping her beautiful young teacher. The added bonus was access to all the books on the shelves in the classroom. They were filled with wonderful stories and picture books of places Mrs. Tillman had beenâGermany, Russia, Italy, Chinaâexciting, exotic places in all parts of the world. Reading about those places was all the thank-you she could ask for.
But the gift had been special. A beautiful black porcelain music box from Russia. Painted with colorful women in flowing ball gowns dancing with handsome men in military regalia. The pictures told a story of another time, of richness and beauty. And when she opened the pretty little box, music spilled out. The Nutcracker, her teacher had told her.
Mama would love it as much as she did. When she was younger, Mama had played the piano and sang in the church choir. Now she barely had time. Since her daddy had moved out, her mother had gone back to teaching, and she didnât play the piano anymore. But she loved music and made sure her daughter grew up with the same love.