DESCRIPTION: One year after a grisly murder forced the closure of Garrity Hotel, the desert town of Hope Springs lies abandoned. An unusual pair of ghost hunters arrive to investigate reports of a vicious owl monster and instead find a mysterious young woman, kicking off a story of implacable vengeance and supernatural romance in this novelette sequel to both "Season of Owls" and "Cemetery Girl." EXCERPT: “I want you inside me,” Isabel whispered, her head on his shoulder, and she smiled into his eyes. “And just so you know, I’ve never said that to a guy before.” And with that, she lifted and rolled her pelvis to guide David up between her spread thighs, between her folds and then deeper until he spread her wide around his swollen length. Her petals squeezed the root of his shaft; he stretched upward to meld with the pulsing heat of her depths, a tangle of sensations that wove their bodies into a frenzied, carnal union of nerves and aching need. It wasn’t enough. Her calves kicked against the blankets beneath them, uselessly trying to wrap around him; her hips moved with the pendulous sway of weight and gravity, and she fought to restrain herself, to pull back from the zenith of each thrust. She suddenly pressed herself flat against his chest, her arms around his sides, her lips brushing his ear with a whisper. “Will you trust me?” “Yes,” he murmured. “I trust you.” “Uh-uh. Future tense, not present. Will you trust me?” “Okay,” David said, his voice soft and puzzled. “I will trust you.” “Don't be afraid," she whispered with a kiss of his brow. Isabel braced her knees tight against his denim-clad pelvis and wrapped her arms tighter across his back as she angled her hips and took him deeper. Their bodies met with a trembling thrust that held for a moment and then began to drive quicker and quicker together. She lifted upright, rocking faster now, squeezing her thighs around him – and the next thrust sent them both hurtling into the sky.