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

"How do you feelDr. Seyton?" Bastian buried his face in Jane's hair, kissing her.


She laughed and turned in his arms, planting a nibbling kiss on his lips. "I like it when you call me doctor." 


"Good, because I plan to call you that often. Earning your PhD is a big accomplishment. I've never been more proud of you." He raised her left hand to his lips. The small, elegant sapphire surrounded by a ring of diamonds glittered on her ring finger.


"And I have never been more proud to be with you, my lord." She winked at him, but the teasing was only a mask for the intense surge of love she had for him and knowing she would soon be married to him.


"Can you believe in a month it will be official?" she asked.


He cupped her cheek, gazing down at her. "The day I call you mine cannot come soon enough."


"I'm already yours in every way that matters," she assured him.


The smile that curved his lips made her heart skip a beat. "Come. I want to show you something."


Chapter 40: Epilogue