The Ghosts of Border House By Vanessa Victoria Kilmer & Leah Miles
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Experience centuries of Scottish hospitality—whether you’re breathing or not.
Series Intro:
Border House has stood on the River Tweed since 1100, witnessing centuries of Scottish history and accumulating many permanent residents along the way. This ancient fortified manor, once a hunting lodge and defensive tower, now serves as both a charming hotel and an unintentional retirement home for spirits who can’t or won’t move on to the next realm. The house is home to a medieval king, a turncoat scribe, a lonesome English soldier, two Victorian ladies, one unhappy go-go girl, a Scottish Brewmaster, and more. Each ghost brings their own quirks, complaints, and centuries-old drama to daily life at Border House. Whether you’re a living guest checking in for the weekend or a long-dead resident who’s been here for ages, everyone has a story to tell. Welcome to Border House—where checkout time is optional, and some guests have been extending their stay for centuries.This series features standalone paranormal romances written by various authors.
Love Lost & Found By Vanessa Victoria Kilmer
The Ghosts of Border House Book 1
When a love haunts every lifetime, you have to grab it and hold on.
In 1566, Thomas Kincaid is murdered at Border House by agents of the Scottish King. Thinking himself betrayed by his soulmate, Sara Mae Stuart, Thomas curses her to a life of reincarnation with his dying breath.
When Sara Mae dies of a broken heart, she is reborn again and again.
After 450 years of reincarnation, Sara Mae returns to Border House to perform a séance and break her curse. She discovers a host of unsettled spirits, each harboring their own hidden agendas, and Thomas, lurking inside her crystal ball.
Can love survive revenge, guilt, and a quirky spiritual divide?.
Excerpt:
Confused was too tame a word for how Thomas felt after last night. Baffled. Befuddled. Bewildered. No, more like flummoxed or deranged. He huddled in the Haunted Cellar, so named because he haunted it. The lowest most point of the manor, it served as a cell for prisoners. No one came here, so he was assured of some peace. The warped floorboards felt smooth and cool; a breeze from a loose stone in the corner foundation brought damp, earthy scents up through the gaps between the wooden planks set a foot above the cellar ground.
He peeked through the gap beneath him. Fiona had not put the locket back where he had hidden it. Perhaps if he asked her nicely, she might bring it back to him or give it to Sara Mae. Did he want her to have it? He lost his resolve last night when he almost followed through on his revenge. He didn’t think he could try again. He still harbored anger towards her, and the anger simmered in his heart, but the love was still there, too. He didn’t think he’d ever see her again, so he hadn’t planned to face the love that never went away.
That was the real curse they both lived under, a situation with many names but well known throughout the ages: Beloved of the Soul, Twin Flames, the Other Half, Soulmate. Whatever one called it, it was inescapable. He spent so many years dreaming of revenge. Now that he couldn’t follow through, he was at a loss.
A collective wailing, the spiritual equivalent of a gasp of shock, whirled through the manor. Thomas followed the disturbance to the first-floor family rooms. The room at the front of the left wing housed the sitting room. Three-quarters of the ghost residents milled in the tight quarters.
Davina Blair, dry, dreaming and wrapped up in the arms of a new ghost, sat on the couch, smiling. The new ghost seemed somewhat familiar. Thomas snapped his insubstantial fingers.
“Patrick Buchan.”
The new ghost nodded.
“But how?” Thomas stammered.
“I found my Vina. She waited for me. And now, no one will ever keep us apart again.”
The room erupted with applause, some ghosts forming hearts with their wisps of their spiritual selves like smoke rings.
“Your dilemma inspired us,” Davina Blair said. “And now that we are reunited, in love and happiness, we want to find a way to help you and Sara Mae.” She rested her head on Patrick’s chest, her ear pressed to the spot where his beating heart would be if he were still alive.
Patrick nodded. “We can help. At the very least, we can find the locket and get it to Sara Mae. Beyond that, we’re not sure because you still hold so much fury, which will block any suitable solution to your predicament.”
Now that the excitement of a new addition to the household waned, Thomas was left alone with Davina, Patrick and King Edgar.
“I had my eye on her,” King Edgar lamented.
“She’s another relative of yours,” Patrick said.
King Edgar shrugged. “Again, not a very close one.”
“Go away, Edgar,” Thomas said. “I need to think.”
“That’s King Edgar to a lowly servant.” He blew a raspberry and left the room with a pop.
Malcolm Alba entered the room through the door.
“Oh, for pity’s sake,” Thomas said. “Are we never to have any peace?”
Links To Love Lost & Found
The Brewmaster’s Kiss By Leah Miles
The Ghosts of Border House Book 2
Fifty-five years of longing, and a love that transcends death.
After fifty-five years, Nova Guthrie has returned to Scotland for the annual Halloween Ball at Border House. Or that is her excuse to return to the home of her youth and bid farewell to memories of her lost lover.
What she doesn’t know is that Donnal Stuart still haunts the grand mansion, along with a few other ghostly characters—one of whom will do everything she can to keep them apart.
This story is about true love and secret ghost powers bundled up in a haunting tale of second chances.
Excerpt:
Something undulated and shifted, then coalesced into a hazy suggestion of a person. It was only when the gray features of a man with a thick mop of curly hair formed that Nova realized what she was seeing.
“Donnal?” she whispered, squinting into the billowing swirl. She might’ve run screaming in terror if shock hadn’t anchored her feet to the stone paver.
The figure of Donnal Stuart rippled in the breeze. He was dressed in a traditional feileadh beag, or walking kilt, wearing the silver-buckle leather sporran she’d gifted him for his thirtieth birthday, and the same ghillie shirt he’d worn the night of the Halloween Party in 1970.
Nova’s breath stuttered in her chest, and she dragged both hands through her hair, yanking the long strands hard to bring herself back to reality. She closed her eyes and counted to five. When she opened them again, the figure remained, with one hand on his hip and his mouth tipped in that way he used to smile at her.
The Donnal visage whispered, “Nova.”
Her throat thickened as her mind grappled with this impossible sight. She’d returned to Scotland to make peace with her lost love before her weak heart gave out, but never thought to meet him physically.
“Ye canna hear me then?” Donnal’s shoulders curved, and he lifted a shadowy bottle to his lips.
The scent of apples and cinnamon floated so thick on the breeze that Nova tasted it on her tongue. The quick anger that slammed into her might as well have been a lightning strike. Donnal had chosen his little experiments over her one too many times, and now her own vision was taunting her with it?
She stomped her feet, rushing forward to windmill her arms, deliberately dispersing the damp air with Donnal inside it. “No, you don’t, Donnal Stuart! This is my vision, and you won’t be drinking that damnable brew!”
Links To The Brewmaster’s Kiss
About the Authors
Leah Miles writes romance and paranormal fiction from her small-town in South Georgia, where she lives with her husband and cocker spaniel while running an insurance agency and Airbnb business.
After a dozen years in news production at CNN, Leah Miles now manages an insurance agency and an Airbnb business in rural Georgia, while writing romantic suspense and paranormal romance featuring take-charge heroes and fierce heroines.
********
Vanessa Victoria Kilmer told her first story to an angel who visited her when she was locked in a dark, medieval attic at the age of four.
She grew up in the Salzburg region of Austria, surrounded by fortified castles, primal salt mines, and the drama of ancient places.
Her fiction teems with murder, magic, and madness. She explores the abuse inflicted by those closest to us and the various ways people deal with the damage.
She currently lives in northern Florida with her daughter, son-in-law, grandson and two black cats. Between writing novels, she paints, takes pictures with her white camera named Traitor and embroiders tapestries.
Please visit her website at vanessavictoriakilmer.com and sign up for her newsletter to get updates on current work in progress and new release information.
Giveaway!!
$1O Amazon/Paypal gift card to a randomly drawn winner. use the Rafflecopter form below or Click HERE Please follow the tour and leave comments, as they are always appreciated. Good luck & Thank you for stopping by. Have a blessed day .
Sarcastically Yours, Jen 
Leave a reply to marcymeyer Cancel reply