Having traded fame for solitude, he spends his days tending the gardens at his isolated English manor, the link to his former life of debauchery all but severed. Or so he thought.When a sexy young fan shows up at his doorstep, Lazarus discovers that walking away might be easy, but leaving no trace to follow is hard. What begins as the mild annoyance of an unwelcome guest, quickly spirals into a nightmare, because Kitty Van Winkle is no groupie, but a vengeful psychotic hell-bent on destroying Lazarus and unearthing his darkest secrets at any cost.Everyone, it seems, still wants a piece of Lazarus Walker.

    Another crash of lightning reverberated in the room and now, as if she could not help it, she reached out towards Lord Vernham and instantly his arms were around her, holding her close. "You are quite safe," he whispered.She hid her face against his shoulder and he could feel her trembling.In time the rainstorm eased. She moved and instantly Lord Vernham released her."I . . . I must go back to my own room.""There is no hurry."And suddenly he yearned with all his might to make her stay, to hold her in his arms; above all to make this strange and exotic woman his . . . in reality and not only in name.

    A strong-willed woman, she participated in the Florida campaign against the Seminoles, later marrying a man who admired her boundless spirit. Then, in 1845, as the United States prepared for war with Mexico, Sarah signed on as a laundress and cook with General Zachary "Old Rough and Ready" Taylor's army in Corpus Christi. Before the war even began, though, her husband was killed. But going home was out of the question. She considered the army her home and its soldiers her family. While battle raged around her, Sarah became a familiar figure through the haze of exploding gunpowder, riding among the flames to retrieve the wounded. And eventually, she would find love again where she least expected it. . . .

    But ever since she solved the murder of a debutante and laid her ghost to rest, her third eye has been frustratingly closed. In an attempt to open re-awaken her pyschic talents, Violet tries to communicate with The Lonely Lord, a restless ghost rumored to haunt the local graveyard and to bestow luck in love upon couples. But when she inadvertantly awakens a mysterious, bloodthirsty spirit determined to kill Colin and Lord Jasper--the two men she cares for most in the world--Violet must once again focus her talents on preventing an unknown killer from striking again.

    In a cold January morning in 1856, Evelyn Atherton’s husband is found murdered after attending an exclusive séance. Having “married up” into New York society, Evie herself is the immediate suspect. Ostracized and vulnerable, she knows that to clear her name she must retrace her husband’s last steps. And so, joining forces with her husband’s best friend–and the only Manhattan lawyer who will accept her case–Evie dives into the mysterious underworld of the occult. Before long, the trail brings them to a charismatic medium, Michel Jourdain. Evie’s instincts tell her the smooth-talking Jourdain is a charlatan–and her only hope for exoneration. But getting close to Jourdain means embracing a seductive and hypnotic world where clues to murder come through the voices of the dead. Caught in a perilous game in which she is equal player and pawn, predator and victim, Evie finds there is no one to trust, perhaps not even herself. As her powerful in-laws build a case against her, and with time running out, Evie must face the real ghosts of her past if she is to have any hope of avoiding the hangman.