Echoes of the Past
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Carol A. Guy
Word Count :80000
Publication Date :2010-07-28
Series : Spirit Lake#2
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-220-6
A return to Spirit Lake in hopes of rekindling romance gets tangled in murder. Erica Parkhurst returns to Spirit Lake hoping to rekindle her romance with Joe Lakota, but finds herself involved in murder instead.
It's mid-October and now that her divorce is final, Erica Parkhurst is free to return to Spirit Lake and Joe Lakota, the man she left behind. Yet she is riddled with doubts and fears. Can they rekindle their romance of the summer? And can she put aside memories of her terrifying expericence at the hands of a cold blooded killer and go back to the small town in Western Pennsylvania?
It's mid-October and now that her divorce is final, Erica Parkhurst is free to return to Spirit Lake and Joe Lakota, the man she left behind. Yet she is riddled with doubts and fears. Can they rekindle their romance of the summer? And can she put aside memories of her terrifying experience at the hands of a coldblooded killer and go back to the small town in Western Pennsylvania?
An urgent call for help from Evelyn Black, proprietor of the Spirit Lake Inn where Erica stayed during her last visit, decides the issue. Accompanied by her best friend, Paula Bascilla, Erica leaves New York City again for the Allegheny Mountains and an uncertain future. But once more, trouble comes Erica's way when she learns that Joe has another dark secret hidden in his past, one that makes him a prime suspect in a new murder case.
Paula Bascilla, a woman with psychic abilities, can feel the spirits surrounding her the minute she steps into the inn. Excited at the prospect of contact with some of the wayward ghosts, she is looking forward to her stay. What she isn't counting on however, is being blindsided by tall, unassuming Cal Motega, co-owner of The Eagle Hill Cafe.
As Erica and Paula contend with the inn's unpredictable guests, arson fire and at the same time try to clear Joe's name, they discover a valuable link to Erica's past that could tie her to Spirit Lake forever. But there are still many unanswered questions. Will Erica's love for Joe survive this latest test? Who are the ghosts haunting the inn and why can't they rest? Is Paula willing to give love a chance with the mysterious Cal Motega?
Return to Spirit Lake and find out.
She moved on to the next painting, which was totally bereft of people. Then she recognized the landscape. It was the hill where the inn now sat and below it the lake, only the dock wasn't there, just the woods surrounding it.
"I see you recognize it," Cal observed.
"Was it a burial mound?" Paula asked.
Cal's hands now rested lightly on her shoulders. When had he put them there? She wasn't sure, but it felt good. No, it was more than that, it felt natural. Like they belonged there.
"That story has circulated since I can remember, but there's no proof."
"Surely there are records somewhere."
"The Hartsburg Historical Society has volumes of records going back to the 1700s, but I've never bothered to go looking. Most of what I know about my own ancestors comes from stories handed down through the generations, and they don't mention it."
"There's no local historical society?"
Cal shook his head. "Combined them years ago. Financial reasons. Hartsburg had more funds available and the one here was dying."
Paula smelled the aroma emanating from the kitchen. "Hazelnut coffee?"
"Thought you might like it," he told her.
He withdrew his hands and she suddenly missed his touch. "My favorite. How did you know?"
"Psychic," he quipped.
They drank their coffee at the small drop-leaf table by the kitchen window and talked some more. She loved the sound of his voice, deep, resonant, masculine.
She'd chosen her outfit carefully for this evening. The skirt was of a rich deep tan chamois, and hit her just below the knees. She had shapely calves, or at least she'd been told that, so she wanted to make sure he saw them. No hose. She had a good tan. Her shirt was emerald green, with three- quarter length sleeves and a scoop neck that showed just enough cleavage to be enticing, but not slutty. At least that's what Erica had told her before Cal picked her up. Of course there was an abundance of jewelry, including a pair of gold double loop earrings with the smaller loops hanging inside the larger ones.
Cal offered her cookies, she declined. "Got to keep my girlish figure, you know. At least what's left of it."
"Your figure looks just fine to me, at least what I can see of it," he countered, eyeing her with a little more intensity than his tone indicated.
Paula knew, this moment would set the tone for the rest of the evening. Casual and friendly or very friendly, it was up to her. Cal had effectively put the ball in her court to make that decision. "I like you, Cal. A lot. It would be very easy right now to—"
He got up, came around the table, pulled her to her feet, into his arms and kissed her soundly. The minute she felt his body against hers, his tongue probing her mouth, she forgot her little let's-start-out-slowly-and-see-what-happens speech.
Then, he surprised the hell out of her when he pulled back and led her to the sofa. "I want to hear about you, Paula. How about some more coffee?"