The Guardian of Blackbird Inn
Kerry Adrienne
A Wicked Tale
ARe Books
Genre: M/F,
Horror/Suspense
About the Book:
Saving the inn might mean
losing her life.
Sophia Yates travels to
the famed and haunted Blackbird Inn to help its mysterious owner,
Garren Amsel, research its history. The state wants to claim eminent
domain and take the property, but the historical inn has been in
Garren’s family for generations and he can’t bear to lose it.
After learning the truth
behind the inn’s biggest mystery, and why Garren stays, saving
Blackbird Inn may cost Sophia her life. How far will she go to
protect him?
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Excerpt:
“Welcome to Blackbird
Inn, Miss…”
Sophia pushed her
rain-soaked hair behind her ears and studied the tall man a moment
before replying. He stared, probably at the frizz her red hair took
on when wet. Either he hadn’t been expecting her, or he wasn’t
used to guests at all. Being that this was a popular tourist inn, she
assumed the former.
With his good looks, he
didn’t appear to be the desk clerk type, and he seemed really
uncomfortable, picking at pages on the desk and fidgeting as he
talked. A chill rolled through her and she stepped up to the small
registration desk and stuck her hand out. “Sophia Yates. I’m here
to help with the research. Oh, and I have a reservation.”
“Ah, yes.” He grasped
her hand and squeezed, his gaze lingering on hers a moment. Lightning
flashed outside, illuminating him in blue and searing his image in
her mind. Tall, dark, and mysterious didn’t even begin to cover it.
Handsome was too common a word. The man was divine, his features
aquiline and his hair jet black.
She licked her lips and
pulled her hand from his, certain he’d felt her palms dampen. “And
you?” She fidgeted with the handle of her wheeled suitcase, noting
the trail of water she’d brought in with her.
The storm hadn’t let up
since her bumpy landing in Philly a few hours ago. Good thing the
rental car had fog lights because the remote inn had been difficult
to find, even after stopping for directions in the tiny town nearby.
She looked back at the man
behind the desk. Why wasn’t he answering? He smiled, the sort of
crooked smile a man might give you before he tied you up and…
“Garren.” Thunder
boomed outside, and the vibration traveled through the inn, rattling
the foyer windows. “Garren Amsel. I’m the owner of the inn, but
you probably know that by my name.” He paused. “And I’m the
desk clerk, occasionally.” He pushed his hair out of his eyes.
She shivered. You’ve
been reading too many scary stories. Driving through a thunderstorm
to the rocky inn on the side of a mountain in remote Pennsylvania
didn’t help. The place looked like something straight out of a
horror movie, with its stone façade and overgrown hedges. A movie
where the girl dies. “Nice to meet you.” I think.
“Likewise. I hope we can
get this issue taken care of quickly.” He shuffled a stack of
papers then set them aside. “But I can see you’re cold, and
probably exhausted from travel. Let me show you to a room. If you
want some hot tea, I can have it brought up to you.”
She nodded. Cold and tired
explained her nervousness. That, and a day of traveling. Her unease
had nothing to do with all the research she’d done about how
Blackbird Inn was haunted, or about the disappearance of a young
woman almost a hundred years ago. All stories to drive in business to
the isolated inn, she was sure of it. She was here now on business,
nothing more. Not to solve a mystery or be afraid of a ghost.
It didn’t matter that
Halloween was in two days. The only sign of decorating she’d seen
was a pumpkin and haystack arrangement on the front lawn. The inn
didn’t need anything added to be spooky.
“Arturo Beck will be in
tomorrow night.” She gazed around the small foyer, taking in the
dark woodwork and high ceiling. “I hope we can find something
useful before he gets here.” The inn was over a hundred-fifty years
old, but seemed to have been well maintained. Ancient navy blue silk
wallpaper lined the foyer, making it appear smaller than it actually
was, and an antique clock rested against one wall. In the center of
the tall ceiling, a chandelier draped in small crystals dangled on a
lone cord. One bulb was out, and dust concealed the refraction of the
prisms.
“He told me you’d be
here first.”
About the Author:
Kerry loves history and
spends large amounts of time wondering about people who lived and
walked on Earth in the past. She’s a mom to three daughters, six
cats, and various small animals. Her husband says she’s a
marketer’s dream, as she often believes everything she hears—at
least initially. Her shoe horde will attest to her fine shopping
skills.
Her new love is her Mini
Cooper Convertible, Sheldon, and they have already gone on many
adventures.
Repped by the fabulous
Marisa Corvisiero with the Corvisiero Literary Agency.
http://www.corvisieroagency.com/
Website: http://kerryadrienne.com/
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