Governess Catherine Roth is fighting for her sanity and her heart, but which man will claim it?
The mysteries of Montmoor Hall deepen with each passing day… and night. A ghost haunts governess Catherine Roth’s nights while the master, Andrew Montmoor is away.
To make matters worse, Catherine is falling in love with the ugly master of Montmoor even though she knows Andrew is lying to her… but about what? And what will happen when the bastard brother, handsome Benjamin Montmoor returns to claim what is his?
Catherine woke to find Andrew stroking her cheek. In the morning light, the lines of his face stood out, and he had lost the beauty that night with its mellow candle tones and shifting shadows bestowed upon him. He truly is ugly.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I did. Thank you for staying.” Catherine’s estimation of Andrew went up due to his kindness and chivalry, but she turned away from him, not wanting his touch.
He could have taken advantage of me, but he didn’t.
“I have some news. I waited until this morning to tell you, though I found out last night.” He paused, touching her lips with his fingers.
“What is it?” Dread filled her.
“I have to go to London on business. It can’t be helped. I haven’t been in years. I hate the filthy din of the place.” His voice was a growl.
“So I’m to stay here alone, with the servants and Cullen?” Catherine leaned toward him.
“Yes. I’m sorry. You’ll be fine.” He bent toward her as if to kiss her, but she shook her head.
He grimaced and stood.
He cares about me. No man would have sat beside a woman’s bed all night and not molested her who didn’t feel something for her.
Oh, but why would I want him to and so soon? I could never love him as he is. I’m not kind enough. Confusion muddled her head.
“Catherine, I want to touch you so much.” His voice was strained as he stood beside the bed.
“Are you mad? I am not here as your whore, and I’d beg you to remember it.” Indignation made her voice hard.
“I will remember it, Catherine, but it will not stop me from getting what I want.”