A Love That Transcends Time...
For decades, the home built by reclusive artist, Paul Squire, has stood empty on a windswept cliff overlooking the ocean. Those who attempted to live in the home soon fled in terror. Jennifer Barrett knows nothing of the history of the house she inherited. All she knows is she's glad for the chance to make a new life for herself.
It's Paul Squire's duty to rid his home of intruders, but something about this latest newcomer's vulnerable status...and resemblance of someone from his past...dulls his resolve. Jennifer would like to find a flesh-and-blood man to liven her days and nights--someone to share her life with but living in the artist's house, studying his paintings, she is surprised at how close she feels to him.
A compelling, prickly ghost with a tortured, guilt-ridden past, and a lonely heroine determined to start fresh, find themselves in a battle of wills and emotion in this story of love, time, and chance.
[This book previously published un pseudonym JoMarie Lodge.]
Joanne Pence is an award-winning and USA Today best-selling author who writes in many genres including mysteries, thrillers, historical fiction, romance and fantasy. The stories present a variety of times, places, and reading experiences from mysterious to thrilling, emotional to lightly humorous, as well as powerful tales of times long past.
Joanne was born and raised in San Francisco and now makes her home in the foothills of Boise. A graduate of U.C. Berkeley with a master's degree in journalism, Joanne has also written for magazines, worked for the federal government, and taught school in Japan.
If you know the old movie, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, you'll know my inspiration for this book. I never liked the way the movie ended, however. This is my attempt to undo the situation, making both the ghost and the heroine a bit younger, and with an ending that I--at least--find a lot more satisfying.
The Ghost of Squire House (v 8/12)
Jennifer Barrett shivered as she stared out the Greyhound window at the stark landscape of the northern California coast, at the crashing waves that mercilessly pounded boulders along the water's edge. The bus carried her away from San Francisco and all she had ever known. She hugged her coat closer and tried not to think about why she had left, or what she might find when she reached her destination. The bus wended its way along the steep precipices of the shoreline highway, the cold Pacific on the left and the rambling, moor-like vistas of the coast range on the right.