His inheritance may lead to his death, unless a magical caretaker can save them both.
His inheritance may lead to his death, unless a magical caretaker can save them both.Evan inherits a mysterious manor house that's filled with restless spirits and Cary is the manor’s magical caretaker charged with managing them.
When the two meet, they unwittingly become the target of one of the manor’s most vengeful ghosts.
Despite the dangers, a passionate and deep love blossoms between them. Will that love be enough to protect them as they unravel Cordelia Manor’s secrets, or will the past repeat itself, destroying them and all they’ve built together?
Cordelia Manor is part of the Haunted Hearts series.
I stripped and went into my equally impressive newly remodeled bathroom. I slipped into the shower and sighed with pleasure as the hot water poured over my tired muscles. We’d moved furniture around a hundred times today, and yes, I’d wanted it moved that many times to get it all just right, but still.
Just then, the water stopped. “What the heck?” I asked, thankful I’d rinsed off most of the soap and shampoo.
I dried off as fast as I could before grabbing my skimpy-ass housecoat I’d had since I was fourteen. It no longer fit, obviously, but I still loved it and didn’t want to spend money to replace it.
“Cary,” I yelled down the stairs. “You better come look. The water stopped in the shower.”
“Hold on. I’m headed up,” he said, and rushed up the stairs.
His eyes swept over me in my skimpy housecoat, and I’d swear his gaze turned heated before he looked away and asked what the problem was.
His reaction caused me to lose my breath for a moment. I knew what it looked like when a man wanted me. Even my stupid ex, critical as he was, never said I wasn’t a good fuck.
“Um, the water stopped in the shower.”
He nodded without looking at me, then popped into my bathroom to check on it.
When the shower didn’t come on for him, he opened a panel I wasn’t even aware was there, picked up some bizarre-looking key, and twisted it. Just like that, the water came back on. “We didn’t turn the valve all the way on, so it must’ve jarred closed. Here, let me show you how it works.”
My wet skin must’ve been steaming with all the heat coming off me. “Okay, thanks, Cary,” I said, and was about to push him out of my room because damn, it was that or attack him with my mouth.
Instead of leaving, he stood with his two feet planted firmly in front of me. “Evan, do you… do you want me?” he asked, uncertainty clouding his handsome face.
I looked up into his eyes, surprised by his directness. “Huh?”
“Do you want me? I mean, like, sexually? Because I want you. A lot.”
I didn’t hesitate. Instead, I launched myself into his arms, putting my mouth on his. Fuck, if he didn’t ever need to ask that question again. I explored his mouth with my tongue, and moaned as his big rough hands slipped under my robe and caressed the skin underneath.
“Yes, please,” I whispered, need pouring from me.
Cary reached down and, like I weighed nothing, swept me into his arms and into the bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed and, after taking his shirt off, pressed his lips to my neck. “Oh fuck,” I said as his tongue began to explore, then his mouth took my earlobe.
My ears always made me crazy. Usually I was too sensitive, but damn, right now, everything this man was doing to me felt good.
His mouth ravished every inch of exposed skin he could get his lips on, and I writhed with pleasure. He was so big, so strong, and I was at his disposal, but I eventually had to get my mouth on him again. When he pulled back, I leaned up and licked his throat.
The purr of pleasure from him made me weak. “Lie down, lie down on the bed for me,” I told him.
He looked me in the eye, and I knew he didn’t want to give up the power he had at the moment, the freedom to take me, but he nodded and did as I asked.
Just then, the water stopped. “What the heck?” I asked, thankful I’d rinsed off most of the soap and shampoo.
I dried off as fast as I could before grabbing my skimpy-ass housecoat I’d had since I was fourteen. It no longer fit, obviously, but I still loved it and didn’t want to spend money to replace it.
“Cary,” I yelled down the stairs. “You better come look. The water stopped in the shower.”
“Hold on. I’m headed up,” he said, and rushed up the stairs.
His eyes swept over me in my skimpy housecoat, and I’d swear his gaze turned heated before he looked away and asked what the problem was.
His reaction caused me to lose my breath for a moment. I knew what it looked like when a man wanted me. Even my stupid ex, critical as he was, never said I wasn’t a good fuck.
“Um, the water stopped in the shower.”
He nodded without looking at me, then popped into my bathroom to check on it.
When the shower didn’t come on for him, he opened a panel I wasn’t even aware was there, picked up some bizarre-looking key, and twisted it. Just like that, the water came back on. “We didn’t turn the valve all the way on, so it must’ve jarred closed. Here, let me show you how it works.”
My wet skin must’ve been steaming with all the heat coming off me. “Okay, thanks, Cary,” I said, and was about to push him out of my room because damn, it was that or attack him with my mouth.
Instead of leaving, he stood with his two feet planted firmly in front of me. “Evan, do you… do you want me?” he asked, uncertainty clouding his handsome face.
I looked up into his eyes, surprised by his directness. “Huh?”
“Do you want me? I mean, like, sexually? Because I want you. A lot.”
I didn’t hesitate. Instead, I launched myself into his arms, putting my mouth on his. Fuck, if he didn’t ever need to ask that question again. I explored his mouth with my tongue, and moaned as his big rough hands slipped under my robe and caressed the skin underneath.
“Yes, please,” I whispered, need pouring from me.
Cary reached down and, like I weighed nothing, swept me into his arms and into the bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed and, after taking his shirt off, pressed his lips to my neck. “Oh fuck,” I said as his tongue began to explore, then his mouth took my earlobe.
My ears always made me crazy. Usually I was too sensitive, but damn, right now, everything this man was doing to me felt good.
His mouth ravished every inch of exposed skin he could get his lips on, and I writhed with pleasure. He was so big, so strong, and I was at his disposal, but I eventually had to get my mouth on him again. When he pulled back, I leaned up and licked his throat.
The purr of pleasure from him made me weak. “Lie down, lie down on the bed for me,” I told him.
He looked me in the eye, and I knew he didn’t want to give up the power he had at the moment, the freedom to take me, but he nodded and did as I asked.
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Haunted Hearts is an Own-Voices Paranormal Romance Series about love and the things go boo in the night. Join us on our romantic journeys over 10 books from some of your favorite authors! Be sure to read the entire series so you don’t miss a moment of falling in love, or sometimes falling into a happily ever after-life! Each book is a standalone but why not read them all? Everyone deserves the HEA!
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