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Stuck in ghostly limbo for 238 years, James Addison can't move on to an afterlife. After being falsely accused of treason and executed, fate's cursed him to remain an earth-bound specter until he meets a historian sent to research his past.Distrustful of fate, Dr. April Branford wants to be taken seriously, but her unique ability to divine history by touching objects seriously compromises her credibility. Her latest assignment? James Addison, a legendary colonial ladies' man with a shadowy past. Without much to go on, she doesn't hold out much hope to discover the man behind the legend until the day she accidentally touches him and brings him back to life.With the help of family and ghosts from James’s past, they unravel the truth. But after falling in love and with time running out, it’s hard for April to believe in fate and a future where forever is now.
James Addison stopped in his tracks and turned around, sensing he wasn’t alone. A young woman dressed in leggings and woolens, her small, flat hat cocked jauntily over her eyes stood there, smiling at him.
Could she see him or was she looking at something behind him?
No. Impossible! No one could see him.
She examined the damn tree.
“Did you ever wonder what trees would tell us if they could talk?” She glanced towards him again. “Do you think James Addison hanged from these branches?”
James looked to the right of him, to the left. No one was there. Who was she talking to, the blasted tree?
“I wonder why he was never given a trial. Wasn’t the Treason Act of 1695 enacted at the time? James Addison should have been provided a counsel and jury for his crimes.” She turned towards him again. “Was he really executed for treason?”
“Was he really executed for treason?” James said, mimicking her feminine voice with his own British brogue. He walked toward the odd girl, wanting to shout in her face at the idiocy of her questioning the bloody tree. Didn’t she know how foolish she looked? “No, he wasn’t executed for treason. He was beaten to a bloody pulp and murdered!”
With eyes gone wide, the girl stared up at him.
“Murdered?” she asked back. “Are you sure?”
James stiffened. Dear God in heaven! Was she actually talking to him? He looked behind him to see if she might be addressing someone else. No one was there. Gathering his wits, he studied her closely. Could this girl actually hear him, see him?
lover of all things vintage/shabby-chic/Victorian and antique. From china cups
and tea sets to lace doilies crocheted by hand (her grandmother made the best)
she believes a touch of femininity never goes out of style.
Growing up all over the country she's been blessed with experiencing a good
deal of culture and lifestyles. Much like her personality, she has eclectic
tastes in what she likes to read and write. There is no 'one' genre in which
she settles for.
God and fate have been big influences in her life. Both have taken her to
places she never thought she'd be, both in the physical sense and in the
spiritual. She wrote brief stories and snippets of life as it happened to her
in her youth, and encouraged by her teachers, continued to write. Blessed with
a loving supportive family growing up, she was able to explore her options
which at times have been put into use in her stories. The Navy--and fate,
afforded her the opportunity to meet her Army, "Annapolis-native" husband and
team up with him to parent two beautiful daughters.
Years later, her husband gave her the best birthday present ever--a laptop, a
membership to Romance Writers of America and a goal to complete a
manuscript for submission by her next birthday. She did it. A few years later
she was blessed with one of those novels, Wanted: One Ghost, as her
Believe in Fate