She’d always expected falling in love would be a gradual, logical process, but a pushy ghost had tumbled her down a hill-right into the arms of a pirate. And then she’d been maneuvered into bed by an entire town of backwoods matchmakers. Not your average romance, but it didn’t matter. She loved Ivan Rasmussen and his haunted house and his beautiful ship and his silly shoe factory. She slid the ring onto her finger and looked into his smoky gray eyes.
“Yes, I’ll marry you. But I’m not sure about sleeping in the master bedroom.” She gave an involuntary shiver and drew the quilt over herself. “I have this creepy feeling we’re being watched.”
A gust of wind whipped through the room, the bedroom door slammed shut, and there was the soft tread of feet on the stairs to the cupola.
“Must be the cat,” Ivan said.
“Maybe,” Stephanie said slyly. “Maybe not.”
About the Author
JANET EVANOVICH is the recipient of the Silver Dagger, Last Laugh, Lefty, and John Creasey Memorial awards and the two-time recipient of the Independent Mystery Booksellers Association’s Dilys Award. She lives in Florida.
