The Irish Lover by Lila Dubois

Author:Lila Dubois
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: romance, ireland, erotic romance, ghost, contemporary romance, glenncailty, glenncailty castle

Michael had never understood the phrase frozen with horror until that moment.

At the top of the stairs was the outline of a figure. The apparition seemed to be made of nothing more than smoke, and waved as if in a breeze.

Mary’s touched his cheek. “Michael?” Mary looked over her shoulder, following the direction of his gaze, but she didn’t react to the gray-mist figure coming towards them.

“Michael what’s wrong?”

He found his voice, struggling to remain calm. Thirty seconds must have passed, but the thing was still there, and it was definitely heading toward them. “Nothing, except one of Glenncailty’s ghosts wants to meet you. I’m thinking we should go now.”

“A ghost? Really?” She looked both hopeful and skeptical. She turned to the stairs again, and this time she froze, her fingers clamping down around his. “Michael, there’s a ghost!”

He said simply, “Run.”

They bolted across the floor towards the heavy front doors. He shoved at them, but they were locked.

“Is it dangerous?” Mary gasped, looking back at the ghost.

“No.”

“Then why are we running?”

Michael didn’t answer. He didn’t really know why they were running. It wasn’t that he thought the ghost would hurt them. It was more that he didn’t want to come into contact with a remnant of the castle’s past.

The doors wouldn’t budge, so Michael started inching along the wall. “There has to be an emergency exit or something.”

Mary was pressed against his side, body turned so she could watch the ghost that was still moving towards them.

“Come on.” Michael led her back toward her room. As they dashed though the hallways Michael kept checking behind them. When they reached the small foyer at the foot of the east wing stairs, where the door to the pub was, they stopped.

Michael looked at Mary. Her eyes were wide and dark.

“I can’t believe we saw a ghost. A real ghost!”

“Are you happy?” Michael asked suspiciously.

“Not happy, but it’s pretty cool.”

Michael shook his head. “The people who died in Glenncailty did not have happy lives.”

Even in the dim light he could see the flush to her cheeks. “Of course. That was insensitive of me.”

Michael immediately felt like a jerk. “I didn’t mean to make you—”

“Michael.” This time her whisper was thick with fear. He turned. The ghost was in the glass hallway, less than ten feet behind them.

No longer a wisp of smoke, the ghost was taking shape. He could see the head and shoulders, the hint of arms and legs. Without stopping to question his instinct Michael grabbed Mary’s hand and pulled her under the stairs, where the faint green glow of the emergency exit sign guided them out. Slamming the door open Michael pulled her into the gardens at the rear of the castle. Their breath steamed from their mouths as they stumbled through the plants.

“Michael, what about the other people in the hotel? Should we warn them about the ghost?”

“My phone, and my keys, are in your room.”

“There must be someone around.”

Michael took a breath, hoping his heart would stop beating so loudly.

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