It was a bed made for passion, a bed made for sin. And even if its extravagance was widely out of character, even if as a student she could barely afford its cost, the moment practical Veronica Parrish laid eyes on the antique four-poster, possession was required.
Valentine Tremaine knew physical love. In 19th-century New Orleans his name was whispered by many a mademoiselle, and in his bed he brought them bliss. But a new occupant now slid between the sheets, as innocent as she was beautiful. She was a woman to arouse more than the body; her love aroused hope. The mystery enshrouding his murder might fall away like the clothes from her perfect body. With Ronnie, redemption was possible. In ghost stories, happy endings sometimes begin…IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR