USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Smith is an Oklahoma attorney by day, author by night who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including: New England Reader’s Choice Awards, Greater Detroit BookSeller’s Best Awards, and a Semi-Finalist award for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award. She was a 2018 RITA ® Finalist in the Romance Writers of America Contest. To connect with Lauren, visit her at www.laurensmithbooks.com

Haunted, schmaunted. 
Bastian, infamous playboy and the current Earl of Weymouth doesn’t believe his English castle is haunted. So what if a few windows and lightbulbs shatter? That happens. OK, bleeding portraits are hard to explain…  But he is not going to be deterred. Not even by Jane, a seductive-as-sin grad student who has assigned herself the task of ghost hunting at Stormclyffe Hall. All Bastian wants is to restore his ancestral home, not be distracted by her curvy hips, bedroom eyes and gorgeous smile—
 
Fine, maybe he does want to get naked with Ms. GhostBuster, but that’s only because she practically follows him around, nosing into his daily life. And yes, because she looks so damnably sexy, however, he refuses to give into lust.  No matter how much she tempts him.
But when the ghosts up the ante and try to kill them, Bastian realizes he will have to keep Jane close. Very, very close. Purely to protect her, of course.
 
At least that’s what he tells himself. All bets—and some clothes—are off, as he shows her what a real earl is made of.


The Shadows of Stormclyffe Hall

Bastian lay on his back listening to the quiet night of the castle around him. A pang continually throbbed in his chest. He couldn't forget the look on Jane's face when he'd told her he didn't love her. She hadn't said a word to him all day after that. She'd retreated to her room to pack and had asked Randolph to send her dinner in her room. His butler had looked down his nose at Bastian as he'd explained that the young lady would be leaving at first light. But Randolph didn't understand. Jane had to leave. 


If all of this madness was real, then Jane was in danger. He'd sent her away for her own good. It wasn't his fault that she'd believed all the lies he'd said to get her to leave. Because they were lies. He wanted her to stay here with him and never leave, but that wasn't possible. It was up to him to fix this, and he couldn't be worrying about Jane's safety.


Chapter 37