“I can’t believe you dressed us like this I feel like an idiot.” Mary smacks Lyn on the shoulder and Lyn braces herself from falling with her fulcrum feet.
“Good save," Mary chuckles. "Didn’t mean to smack so hard. But, look at us. Grass skirts, coconut bras, and the hats, you had to give us hats? This is a clambake for goodness sakes, not a Luau!”
“Thank God we have time to change. It gets cool on the beach at night here in Connecticut, the breeze off Silver Lake can chill you to the bone at this time of year.”
Patsy grabs their arms and drags them to a tent set down on the beach as they walk from the lot where they parked. The dark water of the lake reflects brilliant sun crystals on the top of each small chop on the lake. The sound of children’s laughter stirs images of sand castles and floats on the water to mind. Patsy drags them into the tent and gestures to piles of clothing. Mac squeals as she grabs a bikini in her favorite color and steps behind a curtain to change.
“I suggest you all grab something warm to change into later. I brought everything from sweats, to jeans for us all. Actually I thought Mary was choosing the clothes so I figured…”
Mary’s eyes glaze over and she heads toward Patsy only to trip over Lyn’s feet. “That better have been an accident.” She glares at Lyn as Lyn helps her up.
“Would I do a thing like that to you sweetie. Here’s a lovely suit for you it will hold those babies up where you want them you’ll look like a 20 year old in it.” Mary grabs the suit and steps behind the curtain.
Mmmm.” Mac is drawn to the cake like a magnet, Patsy holds her back.
Huge chests open and overflowing with ice and a myriad of different beers. Even mead for Lyn. Other soft drinks sit in a chest next to a table that holds several bottles of vodka and cranberry juice. Next to that are the fixings for the famous Silver Lake Slammer. “Hey, that’s Kathryn’s favorite drink isn’t it.”
Oliver smiles and shakes his head, as if he didn’t always know their favorite drinks. He gestures for them to look at the fire pit. The girls stroll to gaze down, they know inside there are steamers and mussels, fish, sausages of several types including Mary’s favorite Kielbasa, as well as onions, corn and potatoes. “That explains the vats of butter.” Lyn chortles,“and where the food is.”
"They dig a huge pit and line it with cannon ball sized rocks over which they build a wood fire. Once the stones are glowing hot they take the ashes out and line it with wet seaweed. They layer the food between seaweed and finally cover the whole thing with canvas drenched in water. Gosh I hope they have lobsters in there too. The whole thing cooks for ages. Oliver musta been up way before dawn to have done all that work!” Mary tells them.
“People are filling the beach the music is rocking and our guest has arrived.” Mac exclaims to the many cheers, whistles and applause.
“Let’s give a warm welcome to Kathryn Knight and wish her luck with her new release Silver Lake.”
As a child, Kathryn Knight kept her parents on a constant quest to find enough reading material to last her through each week. An early fondness for books about horses later gave way to a lasting preference for both love stories and ghost stories; as a writer, the paranormal romance genre is a perfect fit. Silver Lake is Kathryn's first novel, and she is currently working on her second one. She lives in New England with her husband, her sons, and a number of rescued animals. Please visit her at www.kathrynknightbooks.com or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/
Rain Anderson can’t decide which is more unsettling—encountering the ghost of her missing friend, or reuniting with the man whose love she foolishly rejected. But one thing is certain: the past has come back to haunt her, quite literally.
Five years ago, Rain’s tight-knit group of high school friends unraveled when one vanished during their senior year. Now, a parent’s deathbed request has reunited the friends at Silver Lake, including Jason Lansing, the man Rain discarded. Rain and Jason discover the powerful attraction between them has survived, but though Jason is willing to forgive, he can’t let himself forget. The possibility of falling for Rain again is too risky.
Slamming doors, crashing objects, flaring fires—clearly the ghost has a message to share. As Rain and Jason struggle to unravel the truth, they must face a desperate spirit in need of help…and a burning passion that refuses to die.
Her nails were digging into the bare skin of his back and her face pressed into his chest. He could feel the warm moisture of her tears as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. “It’s okay,” he murmured comfortingly, hoping this was true. “Did you have another nightmare?”
Rain lifted her head and looked up at him. “No, I saw something. In my room.”
“What was it?” Jason questioned, his eyes darting back to the open bedroom door. Light reached dimly from the room out into the small hallway.
“I saw...a figure. A figure with dark hair, and I think it was Brandy.” She shuddered and put her forehead back on his chest.
Reluctantly, he moved their bodies apart a bit and scanned her face. He held on to her shoulders and asked calmly, “You saw Brandy? Brandy is here?”
She shook her head. “No, I saw… like… an image of Brandy. I woke up, because it was cold, and I saw something moving. It was Brandy, I’m sure of it, although I didn’t see her face clearly. And then she, um, disappeared.”
“An image of Brandy? Are you saying you saw a ghost, Rain?” He was pretty sure she’d had another nightmare, but the way she had flown out of her room gave him the impression it had been an extremely vivid one.
“I know, it sounds ridiculous. But that’s what I saw. And she sort of, well, went through the wall. I’m sure you don’t believe me,” she added miserably, lifting her stormy eyes to his.
He pulled her back into a hug before he could stop himself. “I absolutely believe you. Whether you were awake or asleep, you saw Brandy and that’s scary. I don’t think we can deny that weird things are happening here.”
Jason smoothed her hair and waited patiently for her trembling to subside. If a ghost really was lurking in her bedroom, there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot he could do about that. A rare sense of powerlessness caused his jaw to clench in frustration.
He stopped watching the door and instead focused on the gorgeous woman in his arms. She clung to him, and his body responded to hers with a familiar ache. He knew he was losing the battle to keep his feelings platonic.
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