Two people struggling with grief are forced together on Route 14.
Will they let love heal what feels broken?
I never believed in ghosts.
Until my car died on my way out of town, and I broke down in the middle of the gas station over sour candy and a loss I wasn’t ready to deal with.
How that turned into this tall, gorgeous, Viking god of a man being my unexpected road trip partner, I couldn’t begin to say.
This is how women end up in crime podcasts.
Yet Lucas Johansen isn’t like most men.
Starting with those winter blue eyes that I can’t seem to resist and ending with him having ghost-hunting equipment in his trunk.
I don’t have time to fall for a guy.
It doesn’t matter how good his strong frame feels against me in the one-bed we find ourselves sharing, or how he makes the pain of loss ache a little less.
This was only supposed to be a quick trip to a new life, a new home.
Yet everything about Lucas feels like home and that is scarier than any ghostly encounter we happen to find.
