The Legend of the Inn at Maiden Fallsâ¦
There are lots of rumors, but no one is exactly sure why even the crankiest twosomes get so very coosome when they spend time at the historic Inn at Maiden Falls, nestled in the Colorado Rockies. Maybe itâs the beautiful vista of all that rushing water (the falls) outside the windows. Maybe itâs the clean, invigorating mountain air stirring up their blood. Or maybe (as the whispers say) there really are lusty ghosts of shady ladies past floating around the rafters. Old-timers say the inn was a famous brothel more than a hundred years ago; all the âsoiled dovesâ may have mysteriously passed away, but their spirits remain to help young lovers discover the joy of sensual pleasure. Or so the story goesâ¦
Dear Reader,
I really enjoy working with other writers. And I couldnât ask for more creative people to work with than Colleen Collins and Heather MacAllister. When we brainstormed ideas for a miniseries, itâs my recollection that Colleen came up with the concept of an old bordello now turned into a hotel, I added the ghosts of good-time girls from the past hanging around the rafters, and Heather upped the comedy and the spice when she suggested we make it a honeymoon hotel, with sassy, saucy ghosts assigned to help the new brides and grooms rev up their sex lives. And so THE SPIRITS ARE WILLING trilogy was born.
I piped up right away and claimed dibs on a ghost as my heroine rather than just a secondary character, and bless their hearts, they let me get away with it! Iâve written books with a leprechaun, a hero with superpowers, Santa Claus, and a couple of sweet old ladies who thought they were witches, but this is my first ghost heroine. I hope you enjoy meeting Rose, a smart, impetuous woman who just happens to be stuck in the wrong place at the very worst time and is the least experienced fallen woman. When she sees Ned, heâs a big temptation for a woman who hasnât been kissed in 109 years.
If you find the idea of a willing spirit a whole lot of fun, youâre in the right place!
Julie Kistler
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
957âHOT PROSPECT*
961âCUT TO THE CHASE*
965âPACKING HEAT*
To Colleen and Heather, the most fun writing partners ever!
The Golden Rules for Miss Arlottaâs Girls
We know rules are not your favorite things, but some things need to be written down. So hereâs your Golden Rules, girls. Abide by âem and weâll all do just fine. We werenât exactly angels when we were here the first time around, but weâve got another chance. So we want to do what we can to keep the idea of holy matrimony satisfying soâs nobodyâs man will be tempted to go lookinâ elsewhere for a good time. It may not seem fair, but themâs the rules. We helped âem stray. Now weâre helping âem stay.
Rule #1: You will never, ever do anything that might come between the bride and groom.
Rule #2: No visibility. You canât be scarinâ the livinâ daylights out of folks by fading in and out or showing up in bits and pieces at the wrong time.
Rule #3: Never, ever make love with a guest yourself. No exceptions.
Rule #4: No emotional attachments to anyone. You canât follow them when they leave, so you might as well not get attached.
Rule #5: When you have successfully put a troubled couple on the road to bedroom bliss, you earn a Notch in Miss Arlottaâs Bedpost Book.
Rule #6: Especially good or bad activities may earn you Gold Stars or Black Marks.
Rule #7: Itâs gonna take ten Notches before you can advance. All Advancements shall be determined by Miss Arlotta and the Council, who will consider how difficult your couples were, how much work you had to do, your level of creativity, whether your heart was in the right place and those Gold Stars or Black Marks.
Rule #8: Any girl who disobeys these rules shall be punished.
Rule #9: Any and all rules may be changed by Miss Arlotta as she sees fit.
Thatâs it. Push those couples into as much wedded bliss as they can handle, and weâll all do fine. Youâre all creative ladies when it comes to what happens between the sheets. So letâs get to work and show âem what kinds of sparks can fly when the spirits are willing!
A Sunday in June
Maiden Falls, Colorado, 1895
ROSE ELIZABETH TATE was furious. It had been hours since sheâd had that terrible argument with her father, slammed a few articles of clothing and some of her favorite books into a suitcase, spirited herself out through the servantsâ quarters of the Tate mansion and boarded the train. Now here she was in Maiden Falls, still shaking with anger. But it was too late to turn back now. All she could do was put one foot in front of the other.
Dragging her heavy suitcase along the wooden sidewalk, Rose stopped for a moment to get her bearings. Maiden Falls didnât look like much, did it?