Some ghosts don't wait for nightfall.
Samuel Morgan used to believe in nothing but steel, engines, and the club that raised him.
Now he believes in ghosts.
He's drowning the only way he knows how, whiskey, silence, the low hum of a garage radio at 2 a.m., because sober means feeling it, and feeling it means admitting she's really gone.
Then Astra walks into what's left of his life, and nothing about her makes sense. She's not asking for protection. She's not asking for anything. But she's the only person who doesn't flinch when the house creaks at 3 a.m., when the air turns cold for no reason, when the scent of something impossible drifts through a window that was never open.
Samuel doesn't know if he's losing his mind or if the dead really do come back for the people who loved them too hard to let go.
All he knows is that Astra isn't running.
And neither, this time, is he.
Genre: Historical Romance
Samuel Morgan used to believe in nothing but steel, engines, and the club that raised him.
Now he believes in ghosts.
He's drowning the only way he knows how, whiskey, silence, the low hum of a garage radio at 2 a.m., because sober means feeling it, and feeling it means admitting she's really gone.
Then Astra walks into what's left of his life, and nothing about her makes sense. She's not asking for protection. She's not asking for anything. But she's the only person who doesn't flinch when the house creaks at 3 a.m., when the air turns cold for no reason, when the scent of something impossible drifts through a window that was never open.
Samuel doesn't know if he's losing his mind or if the dead really do come back for the people who loved them too hard to let go.
All he knows is that Astra isn't running.
And neither, this time, is he.
Genre: Historical Romance