A haunted house in Key West
Hannah OBrien, who grew up in the house and now runs it as a B and B, has always had a special ability to see a pair of resident ghosts. But when a man is murdered in the alley behind her place, shes dismayed when his spirit appears, too, asking for help.
FBI agent Dallas Samson has a passionate interest in the murder, since the victims a colleague whose death is connected to the smuggling ring known as Los Lobosthe wolves. Now Dallas is even more committed to chasing them down.
Unaware that Dallas has certain abilities of his own, Hannah calls her cousin Kelsey OBrien, a member of the FBIs Krewe of Hunters, an elite unit of paranormal investigators. The present-day case is linked to a historical mystery involving salvagers, a curse and a sunken ship. Danger and desire bring Hannah and Dallas together, but to survive, they have to solve the mysteries of the pastand stay alive long enough to solve the crimes of the present!
Praise for the novels of
New York Times bestselling author Heather Graham
Graham does an amazing job of bringing real-life elements into her fiction worlds.[The] messages are subtle, expertly woven through a story that focuses on solving mysterious crimes using the Krewe members unique talents. Graham also brings the surrounding areas of Nashville alive, with vivid details and lush descriptions.
RT Book Reviews on The Night is Forever (Top Pick)
Bestseller Graham launches the third arc in her paranormal romantic suspense Krewe of Hunters series (The Unseen, etc.) with a rousing tale of the intriguing haunted town of Lily, Arizona.Readers will enjoy Sloan and Janes interactions as romantic partners and competent professionals, aided by Lilys ghosts.
Publishers Weekly on The Night is Watching
Graham deftly weaves elements of mystery, the paranormal and romance into a tight plot that will keep the reader guessing at the true nature of the killers evil.
Publishers Weekly on The Unseen
Ive long admired Heather Grahams storytelling ability and this book hit the mark. I couldnt put The Unholy down.
Fresh Fiction
The main characters are a great team, both professionally and romantically.
RT Book Reviews on The Unspoken
The Uninvited is a saucy romantic murder mystery with ghosts taking center stage.
Joyfully Reviewed
If you like mixing a bit of the creepy with a dash of sinister and spine-chilling reading with your romance, be sure to read Heather Grahams latest.Graham does a great job of blending just a bit of paranormal with real, human evil.
Miami Herald on Unhallowed Ground
Great writing and excellent characters make Wicked a terrific read.The undercurrent of mystery and suspense will keep readers riveted.
Romance Reviews Today
The Cursed
Heather Graham
www.mirabooks.co.uk
To Key West
one of the very special and unique places
that make my home state of Florida so special.
And for Stuart and Teresa Davant and days at the Banyan; Shayne, Chynna, Bryee, Jason and Derek for many trips to the island; Kathleen Pickering, Mary Stella, Connie Perry, Debbie Richardson, Aleka Nakis, Frazier Nivens, Clint Bullard, and so many more friends who make every trip down to Mile Marker 1 a little more amazing.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Prologue
Ghost Stories
The children screamed in the night as they felt the fire surround them, as they felt the ash...as they breathed in a smell like bad fried chicken that drifted on the aira smell that must have been the victims burning flesh!
As he emerged from the bathroom, Stuart Bell waved his arms over his head in a ridiculouslyhe hopedspooky way. He was trying to be funny. Not that the event had been funny. A dozen children and adults had once been killed in a fire here at their bed-and-breakfast. But that had been a long time ago.
Still, he was apparently not funny at all.
He could see that Shelly was genuinely scaredshe had been since theyd embarked on the Key West ghost tour earlier that night.
The friends whod taken the tour with them had all shaken off anything even remotely scary at their last stop, the haunted Hard Rock Cafe, where theyd imbibed a few island specialties and discussed some of the stories their guide had been telling themdespite having been told that a member of the Curry family had committed suicide in the ladies room. Everyone was having a great timeexcept for Shelly. Judy and Pete Atkinson, married grad students, were living it up away from kids, school and responsibilities. Mark Riordan and Yerby Catalano had kept up, matching them drink for drink. Shelly, however, had sipped at one blue, flowery beverage all night but left most of it behind.
The others had talked about the past and even laughed at the spooky melodramas their guide had recounted.
But Shelly took such stories to heart. She was still nervous.
He and Shelly Nicholson had been a couple since their junior year at the University of Miami, and they both believed they would stay together once they graduated; she was even looking for a graphic art job in the same city, Plantation, where he already had something lined up.
Stuart loved Shelly. He didnt like to see her genuinely frightened.
She offered him a weak smile. Shed already changed into a pair of Disney pajamaspretty obvious he wasnt getting through those cute characters tonight. He didnt care; he just wanted her to feel better. I know youre trying to help, she said.
He caught her by the shoulders and urged her down on the luxurious bed. Theyre just stories, he told her. Sad memories of someone elses past.
Yes, but...I can feel the stories. Does that make sense? she asked.
In a way, yes, he thought, given where they were staying. The owner of the Siren of the Sea bed-and-breakfastHannah OBrienbelieved in doing it up right. The house had been built in 1839, and the care it had received over the years was extraordinary.
He had, he thought, done exceptionally well in choosing a place to stay for their trip down to the southernmost city in the United States.
But Shelly whispered, If only we hadnt stayed here.
Of course. Their tour that night had started out from their bed-and-breakfast. Hannah herself, a lovely young woman not much older than they were, had been their tour guide, and shed started with the tale of the B and Bs own ghosts.
There were several, supposedly. The most often seen was Melody Chandler, who paced the widows walk atop the roof, eternally waiting for her lover, Hagen Dundee, to return from the sea. He had died saving lives rather than cargo when her fathers ship Wind and the Sea had floundered just minutes after striking out from Key West, dashed to pieces on the reef by the sudden rise of a summer storm. There had been rumors of violent fighting with another salvager in the midst of the wicked stormrumors that suggested Dundee had actually been murdered.
Melody had been convinced he wasnt dead, that she would have felt it had he perished. Two weeks later, in the midst of another storm, she saw lights on the water and believed her lover had somehow survived in the ocean and been helped by a passing boat that was returning him to shore. She had raced down to what was now Smathers Beach, only to be swept away herself in the raging gale.
Now, Melody was sometimes seen on the beach when the sun set and night came on, while at other times she paced the roof of the Siren of the Sea. Occasionally she was even observed in the backyard, where what had once been a pond was now a small swimming pool surrounded by tiled paths, lush greenery and beautiful flowers.
And Hagen...well, Hagen had been seen opening the doors of the bed-and-breakfast time and again, searching for Melody.
Theyre real, Shelly said. I can feel them. I justI just cant go to sleep right now. Im too wound up.
Stuart felt himself perk up at those words, but the feeling was quickly dashed when she saw the hope in his eyes.
No, I do not want to fool around, she said. Stuart, Im sorry, but I just...cant.
He heard laughter from outside, soft and quiet. There were rules here at the Siren of the Sea. Hannah didnt close the pool at night; she only asked her guests be quiet and respectful of others.
Okay, Stuart said. Thats okay. But, if you cant sleep, why dont we join whoever is out at the pool? Theres even a small hot tub. Maybe that will make you sleepy.
Shellys nod of gratitude was worth a night of not fooling around. He felt like a hero just from the way she was looking at him.
She rose, diving for her suitcase and bathing suit. He quickly grabbed his own trunks and tried not to watch her change. Even though she was scared, he couldnt help himself and was feeling pretty hot and bothered.
Not much to see, though. She changed quickly then turned and gave him her beaming smile.
Um, I think there are some beers in our minifridge, he said.
She shook her head. No more alcohol, please.
Soda?
Sure, thanks.
That was another high point of the Siren of the Sea. Every one of the six large bedrooms contained a minifridge and microwave. Stuart collected two plastic bottles of soda, grabbed a couple of towels and smiled at Shelly, who smiled back, looking a little less frightened.
They left the room quietly and headed down the stairs. Whoever had been there earlier was gone. He set their sodas and towels on the old Victorian lawn chairs by the pool and jumped in. It was a small pool, only fifteen feet by thirty, adjoined by a small circular hot tub.
Shelly followed him in. For a few minutes they swam silently, and then, in unspoken agreement, they slipped over the divide into the hot tub. They sat together for a while, still without talking. The night was beautiful. A full moon rode high in the sky, and nearby hibiscus bushes and tree limbs thick with green leaves moved gently in the breeze.
You okay? he asked Shelly finally.
She nodded. This was good. Thank you. She smiled. I love you. Lets dry off. I think I can sleep now.
They hopped out and went to get their towels. Stuart loved the period lawn chairs. They made him think of giant mansions and croquet fields, with men in knickers and women in white gowns wearing big white hats to shade their faces from the sun.
Wanna lie here and dry off for a few minutes? Shelly asked him.
Sure, great.
They stretched out their towels and lay in the moonlight, hands entwined as they looked up at the stars. Hannah kept subtly arranged lights burning in the garden that gently illuminated the lawn with their soft glow. The spring day had been warm, and the night was kissed by a pleasantly balmy breeze.
Stuart closed his eyes. Its beautiful here, he murmured. Too bad that massive ad agency that wants to offer me the almost-big bucks isnt down here, because I could live here.
Easily, she whispered.
Peace and serenity surrounded him. He really did love the Keys. There was something magical that happened once you left the mainland behind.
The air was so soft and nice, the lounge so comfortable, that he began to drift off.
Then Shelly screamed. It was a scream of pure and absolute terror.
His eyes flew open as he bolted up and saw...a strange man standing over Shelly. The stranger was gripping his throat with his right hand and making choking noises. Stuart was too startled, too terrified to be sure, but it looked as though something was oozing through the mans fingers. Blood?
In his left hand the stranger held a knife. A huge bowie knife.
He heard another scream and realized that, just like Shelly, he, too, was screaming in pure, gut-wrenching, primeval terror.
He thought he saw the knife move, glittering silver and red in the moonlight as the stranger raised it and then sent it slashing down toward Shelly.
1
Hannah OBrien walked into the large kitchen, ready to throw something. The past hour had been pure bedlamguests hysterical and screaming, she herself completely baffled.
Of course she had offered to refund everyones money and suggest a beautiful chain hotel for them to check into.
She opened her mouth, not to scream, but to call out for immediate attention. Because she couldnt think of anything else that might have happened except that one of her permanent residents had played a not-very-funny trick on her unsuspecting guests.
Melody Chandler was already there, leaning against the refrigerator in her beautiful Victorian glory, staring at her.
What the hell was that? Hannah demanded. Did you bring a friend in? A dying man with his throat slit, carrying a knife and trying to kill my guests?
No! Melody protested.
That was unbelievable. Ive never had guests up and leave at 4:00 a.m. before. Never. And Ive never had to refund anyones money before, either. Angrily, Hannah crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the ghost with whom she had shared this house for as long as she could remember. The original owner had been Hannahs great-great-great grandfather on her fathers side, but she had actually inherited the house, already a B and B at that point, from her uncle. She had been his favorite niece, and she had loved him and the house. Sadly, he had died in his late forties from a sudden heart attack, and she had inherited the Siren all too soon. He had known how much she loved the place. Shed spent much of her time there with him, since her parentswho had lived a few blocks away on Simonton Streethad both worked.