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Caught between forbidden desire and something far darker stalking the halls…
After my father’s death, I’m left with nothing—no home, no family, no one to belong to. At his funeral, the last person I expect to notice me is his ex–best friend, Blake.
Older, sharp-eyed, and carrying secrets I can almost taste on his lips, he offers me a place to stay.
That’s how I end up at Windridge Hall'''his partially renovated hotel sitting high in the mountains.
I thought I’d found safety. Instead, I found them.
Because his son, Levi, lives there, too. Younger, reckless, with the same hungry gaze his father wears. Between the two of them, I feel trapped in a dangerous gravity, tugged one way, then the other. I shouldn’t want either of them, but the air crackles with tension whenever they’re near.
But Windridge isn’t only filled with temptation. It’s filled with shadows. Cold spots stalk the corridors. Sometimes I swear I feel eyes on me. Then the gifts start appearing—stick dolls, carefully placed on my pillow and in dark corners of the house.
It makes me question: are we not the only ones here?
They tell me that once the first snow falls, the mountain road will be impassable.
The question is… when the storm comes, will I still be here—and who will I belong to?
Genre: Historical Romance
After my father’s death, I’m left with nothing—no home, no family, no one to belong to. At his funeral, the last person I expect to notice me is his ex–best friend, Blake.
Older, sharp-eyed, and carrying secrets I can almost taste on his lips, he offers me a place to stay.
That’s how I end up at Windridge Hall'''his partially renovated hotel sitting high in the mountains.
I thought I’d found safety. Instead, I found them.
Because his son, Levi, lives there, too. Younger, reckless, with the same hungry gaze his father wears. Between the two of them, I feel trapped in a dangerous gravity, tugged one way, then the other. I shouldn’t want either of them, but the air crackles with tension whenever they’re near.
But Windridge isn’t only filled with temptation. It’s filled with shadows. Cold spots stalk the corridors. Sometimes I swear I feel eyes on me. Then the gifts start appearing—stick dolls, carefully placed on my pillow and in dark corners of the house.
It makes me question: are we not the only ones here?
They tell me that once the first snow falls, the mountain road will be impassable.
The question is… when the storm comes, will I still be here—and who will I belong to?
Genre: Historical Romance
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