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Before writing such New York Times bestselling thrillers as Blood Dreams and Sleeping with Fear, Kay Hooper made her mark with novels uniquely blending romance and suspense. In this new edition of The Haunting of Josie, Hooper brings together the themes that have remained at the heart of all her work—passion, danger, and a touch of the paranormal—in this classic story of a woman haunted by the past and tempted by a man too irresistible to trust.…
Josie Douglas came to the isolated country cottage with her research, a good alibi, and a gun. She hoped that she’d have enough time to unravel the facts behind the tragedy that years before shattered her life. Instead she found herself in a house haunted by its own dark history. A series of strange coincidences, a ghostly visitor, and a mysterious brass key provide Josie with tantalizing clues to a mystery that keeps her guessing at every turn. As does Marc Westbrook—a landlord who embodies the meaning of the term drop-dead gorgeous. Soon she’ll have to trust him with the secret that drove her into seclusion—a secret that has already cost one man she loved his life.
- Sales Rank: #1120329 in Books
- Brand: Bantam
- Published on: 2007-12-26
- Released on: 2007-12-26
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.89" h x .64" w x 4.22" l, .26 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 240 pages
- Great product!
About the Author
Kay Hooper, who has more than six million copies of her books in print worldwide, has won numerous awards and high praise for her novels. Kay lives in North Carolina, where she is currently working on her next novel.
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Chapter One
"Excuse me, but-"
Josie nearly jumped out of her skin. Not only was the deep masculine voice unfamiliar, it was totally unexpected. Though there were houses scattered about the countryside, none was close enough to invite curious neighbors to stroll over, particularly on a dreary fall afternoon.
But even as she turned quickly away from her van to face him, she remembered that the owner of Westbrook was also staying "on the place" in a cottage, as the realtor had offhandedly explained. He hadn't explained a few other vital bits of information, however, and she was suddenly very conscious of her faded jeans, sloppy sweatshirt, and the disastrous state of her once-neat braid.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
Josie looked up into apologetic gray eyes, and for an instant couldn't say a word. He had a slight southern accent, which she liked, and the words were certainly sincere enough-but neither was responsible for her silence. She wasn't a woman who judged someone on first appearances and, in fact, tended to be so cautious that she made up her mind only after knowing someone for quite a while-but her initial impression of this man was so positive it was bewildering.
It had to be his looks, she thought dazedly. Now she knew what "drop-dead gorgeous" really meant. He was a couple of inches over six feet with the wide-shouldered, powerful build of a natural athlete, ruggedly set off at the moment by jeans and a mostly blue flannel shirt. No wedding ring, which might or might not mean he was single. He had black hair-not dark, not sable, and not any shade of brown, but raven black-cut in a layered, neat style of medium length with short sideburns and a natural widow's peak as rare as it was dramatic.
His eyes were such a light gray they appeared almost silver, very sharp and vibrant, and they were set beneath winged brows as dramatic and memorable as the widow's peak. The rest of his face was just as striking, gifted with high cheekbones, a perfect nose, and a mouth that was utterly masculine and filled with sensuality and humor. He had a strong jaw that showed a great deal of character and perhaps just a touch of stubbornness.
All in all, it was a remarkable face.
Josie knew she stared up at him for only a few seconds, but it seemed much longer. Clearing her throat, she managed to say, "It's all right-I'd just forgotten you were staying at the cottage. That is, if you're the owner?"
He nodded and smiled. "Marc Westbrook."
"Westbrook?"
"An ancestor built the house back in the thirties," he explained. "It's been in the family, one way or another, ever since."
"I see." Gathering her scattered wits, she noticed two things then. One, that he was carrying Pendragon, and two, that his left arm-the one he was using to cradle the cat-was in a cast from elbow to knuckles. And since she had missed both those rather obvious facts while she'd stared at him like an idiot, it said a great deal about the effect he had on her.
For heaven's sake, she had noted the lack of a wedding band while completely missing the cast and the cat!
Belatedly recalling her manners, she extended a hand. "I'm Josie Douglas." She no longer expected people to react to the name; Douglas was fairly common, after all, and without the singularity of her father's name to stir memories, few knew who she was.
"Welcome to Westbrook, Josie Douglas," he replied.
His grip was firm but careful, the touch of a powerful man wary of his own physical strength. It was probably usual for him to be cautious because big men often were, she thought, but she also knew that she did look a bit fragile.
She had long considered it her curse that she frequently roused protective instincts in the men she met; she assumed it was because she was slender, small-boned, and always pale. She looked helpless, apparently. Never mind that she seldom needed help and even more rarely wanted it; few males asked, they simply tried to help her.
The handshake lasted just a bit longer than necessary, and Josie could have sworn her flesh actually tingled when the contact with his was broken. Ridiculous. Of course it's ridiculous. What on earth was wrong with her?
Conjuring up what she hoped was an impersonal smile, she said, "I met Pendragon a couple of hours ago."
"Met him? I thought he was yours," Marc Westbrook said, with a glance down at the cat in his arms.
"That's why I came over here, to return him to you."
She looked into the enigmatic china-blue eyes of the big black cat, then shook her head. "No, he just showed up a couple of hours ago. But he can't be a stray, surely?"
"I wouldn't think so, he's been too well fed-and he certainly doesn't have the beat-up, ragged appearance of a stray tomcat. But I've been out here for nearly two months, and the first I saw of him was when he rattled my screen door a few minutes ago." He set the cat on the mailbox platform, and Pendragon curled his tail around his forepaws and regarded them both placidly.
His eyes were definitely odd for a black cat, Josie reflected. They were Siamese eyes, vibrant blue and just faintly crossed, yet he didn't show any other sign of Oriental ancestry. He was large-boned and solid rather than slender, and his glossy black coat didn't have so much as a speck of white anywhere that she could see. And he was unusually large, weighing every ounce of what Josie guessed to be twenty pounds.
"Do you suppose he belongs to one of the neighbors, then?" Josie suggested, but rather doubtfully.
"As I'm sure you noticed on the drive out, neighbors are few and far between. Most of the land around these parts is pastured. There's a horse farm about two miles or so from here-they raise Thoroughbreds-and maybe half a dozen houses within a ten-mile radius, but that's it."
Josie knew; one of the reasons she'd picked this place was its virtual isolation. Of course, that was when she'd imagined the owner of Westbrook as being some elderly man, a widower, perhaps, who was renting out the main house because it had gotten too big for him, or something like that. But she should have asked. She really should have asked. Because she certainly hadn't expected a devastatingly handsome man somewhere in his mid-thirties with vivid eyes and a lazy voice who liked cats and seemed to have time on his hands. . . .
What a landlord.
"He might belong to somebody around here," Marc Westbrook was going on, "but I wouldn't know who to ask."
Concentrating on the conversation, she said, "Then I guess we should give him the run of the place and see if he sticks around. If he does . . . an ad in the local paper asking if anyone's missing a black cat?"
"Suits me. We'll give it a few days. As a matter of fact, it's nice to have a cat around."
"They're good company," she agreed. "And Pendragon seems very polite."
Marc smiled. "Agreed. So, we'll wait and see. And we'll let him decide whose bed he takes over at night."
There was a brief silence that Josie found a bit unnerving. Casting about, she gestured slightly toward his left arm and asked, "An accident?"
"So they said. A drunk driver crossed over the median and I couldn't get out of his way."
"I'm sorry."
"So was he." Marc didn't seem to think that needed elaboration, because he continued in a lighter tone. "As far as I was concerned, it wasn't all bad. I hadn't had a vacation in years, and I hadn't realized how badly I needed one until I spent most of the first couple of weeks sleeping. The injuries were relatively simple; the ribs knit, and the cast came off my leg two weeks ago, so all I have to put up with is the inconvenience of having a cast on my left arm."
"You're left-handed?"
"Wouldn't you know it? Murphy's law. But even it's better now than it was; the damn thing started out covering the entire arm."
The explanation answered Josie's major question, but she asked anyway. "So you're convalescing?"
"That's the idea. My doctor thought I wouldn't rest in the city-I work in Richmond-so knowing I owned this property, he insisted I exile myself out here. Unfortunately for me, my doctor also happens to be my best friend from college, so he considers it his right to push me around."
Josie had the shrewd notion that nobody pushed Marc Westbrook around, not even his best friend, but she didn't say so. Instead she said, "I'd say this would be a good place to heal. Quiet. Peaceful."
His mouth twisted slightly, and the silvery eyes gleamed with amusement. "Yeah, right. Miles away from everything, and too far out for cable; so far, I've resisted the lure of a satellite dish, but it's only a matter of time until I give in to my lesser self. For the first time since college, I'm caught up on my reading, and I've discovered a dozen new ways to play solitaire."
"Bored?"
"Well, let's put it this way-the arrival of the mailman is the high point of my day; I have all the Richmond newspapers sent out here, as well as several from surrounding cities." His smile became even more crooked. "Until the accident, I led the very busy, not to say frantic, lifestyle of a criminal lawyer, and all this peace and quiet is driving me nuts."
She was amused and not unsympathetic, but also a bit uneasy. While there was nothing wrong with having an attractive man nearby-she was a normal woman, after all-she had an awful lot to do and only a year in which to do it, and she certainly didn't want anyone looking over her shoulder while she did it. Particularly not a criminal lawyer. Of course, since Marc was obviously recovered except for the arm, he ...
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An excellent romantic/suspense, by legendary author Kay Hooper
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An excellent romantic/suspense, by legendary author Kay Hooper. Combined with a chilling mystery, continuous intrigue, and romance. It's a must-read!.............Trying to hide from a deep hidden secret, elementary school teacher Josie Douglas, was finally relieved to be moving into the house she recently rented. She was looking forward to the peace, solitude, and quiet, and maybe now, she could have it, but just when she thought she acquired all of those things, nothing could prepare her, when she first set eyes on him.... He was sexy, and drop-dead gorgeous, and lived in the cottage just beyond the house, but just when Josie thought she heard it all, she was even more stunned to discover that he not only owned the house that she was staying in, but he was a lawyer besides. Criminal defense attorney Marc Westbrook, thought Josie Douglas was beautiful, and if he had any say in it at all, he would like to see more of her, but he also was a fantastic lawyer, and Marc knew without a doubt, that she was hiding something. But what? And who was she frightened of? What amazed him even more, was their sudden attraction for the other, so overwhelming, not even he could deny. So, he did the next best thing, and he kissed her so tenderly, that she ran off for dear life. Josie hated the way she felt when Marc kissed her, causing feelings inside of her that she never knew existed. If she wasn't experiencing her own demons and insecurities, plus a sinister secret, she might even pursue it, but she knew she couldn't, and her life depended on it. With all her other problems to face, she was being plagued by a ghost that resembled Marc, and a brass key attached to a red ribbon. What was going on? What did it all mean? And do I tell Marc? Deciding to tell him, Josie knew from the moment she did, that Marc didn't believe her, forcing her anger to surface before storming off. Marc never wanted a woman like he wanted Josie, and even though he scared her off with his skepticism, he not only wanted to believe her, but he needed to. He also realized when it came to Josie, he would have to take things slow, but most importantly, he would have to gain her trust. Knowing full well that she was there to write, Marc also knew she was running away from something, and he wouldn't give up until she divulged her secret to him. After discovering all the secrets in Marc's life and Marc discovering Josie's, they both find themselves entangled in a heated passionate love affair. Will true love find a way for Marc and Josie?.......an excellent book by Miss Hooper...thank you
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except that it is a good, fairly quick
By Jakins49
Here's the thing about this "little story". If you are a cat lover, do not even hesitate to purchase this book, in any form, and read it.
The mystery surrounding the house and its former occupant is solved, but never the mystery of "the cat", which, as a person owned by a cat, I completely understand. It is completely fitting.
That's all I'll say, except that it is a good, fairly quick, read; and "the cat" is a major component of this wonderful mystery/love story. Enjoy!
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By J. Robinson
Book was in fine condition, came in a timely manner, and I enjoyed reading it.
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