A story of love and hate, hope and despair, and dreams coming true.
All I ever wanted was to be a mother, but my husband had other plans and now, here I am, all alone with my crushed dreams and a broken heart in a dilapidated old house that had been empty for decades. The house was a bargain, because no one wants to live in a house where someone was murdered. Can you blame them? The elderly neighbors say that the house is haunted. Their son is the only bright side to living here. He's gorgeous, and a great dad as well. I love that in a man. Too bad he doesn't want any more kids. How will I ever find love and a happy ending in a haunted house?