I've posted an excerpt from the first book in the series. So to bring you up to date, it is now modern day, Alastor is haunting Becca who he believes is the reincarnation of the wife that murdered him a century ago. She has gone to the Corydon library to search for any information about this ghost.
I went to the next headline, not even bothering to read it first. What I saw before me made me bolt upright in the chair, my knees banging the underside of the desk. The few people in the library turned to stare at me, but I didn’t care. I was trying to process what it was that I was seeing on the screen in front of me.
Rebecca McKinley Marries Alastor Sinclair: Miss Rebecca McKinley and Alastor Sinclair were married on the evening of June second at the home of the groom. The bride was beautifully gowned in white lace and satin, trimmed with beads. Several friends were present. The groom remained with his bride one week before returning to his regiment. Mrs. Sinclair is expected to make their home at Mr. Sinclair’s Capitol Avenue house.
It wasn’t just the sight of my first name in the announcement that sent a chill up my spine; it was the photograph that was above it. There, even though there was no way that it was possible, was me. I was looking back in time over one hundred years and gazing at my own face. How could that be?
There was no mistaking it. It was some nineteenth century version of me in that photograph wearing a long full skirt and sitting in front of Alastor. It looked as though the picture was taken in a studio with an oil sheet background.
It was so odd to see myself in a picture that was taken before even my grandparents were born. I could feel the panic building in my chest. This couldn’t be happening. Things like this just weren’t possible.
I tried to get past the initial shock and really look at the photograph. In some ways it was so like every other photograph that I had seen in books, the overly formal clothes and the unsmiling faces, but there was something also something very different about it. This couple, it was easier to pretend they were nameless people, weren’t in the usual stiff poses seen in old portraits, she was sitting in a chair and he stood behind her with his hand on her shoulder and she was covering his hand with her own, neither were looking at the camera. She was in the process of glancing back at him and he was looking down at her. There was something very intimate about it, like the photographer had caught them in a private stolen moment.
Looking down at the screen filled with that picture, I felt a tingling on my shoulder as if my body remembered the feeling of his touch. I brought my hand up, almost expecting to feel his hand there, but there was nothing. I wished for a moment there would have been something there.
I envied the pair in the photograph and I was jealous of that girl as if she had taken something that was mine. The resemblance between us didn’t matter. She knew this entity when he was a flesh and blood man, and I hated her for that.
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"As I watched him vanish into a soft mist that faded away, I knew that he was no ordinary spirit...I knew that he was a dangerous entity that could be in some corner of another realm planning his revenge, but I also knew that I was hopelessly in love with him."
When Becca moves into her ancestral home in Corydon, Indiana, her life takes a puzzling and thrilling turn when she meets the ghost haunting the halls. As the seductive spirit lures her closer and closer, she learns about her own past and starts to understand that some mistakes are meant to last.
Becca McAllister has always been different from other girls her age. Never part of the "in crowd", Becca never really fit in anywhere. When her mother dies and her father moves them to the small town of Corydon, Indiana, Becca didn't expect things to change.
But things do change when Becca accidentally makes contact with a one hundred and sixty year old ghost, Alastor Sinclair, that haunts the halls of her new home.
To Becca, Alastor is a seductive spirit that seems to see straight into her soul. To Alastor, Becca is what he has waited a century for--A second chance.
But the closer they get, the more Becca realizes that this isn't the first time she and Alastor have known each other. Worse still, is she the one responsible for his death so long ago? And if so, did he come back for love or revenge?