Sometimes the only thing haunting you is love.
Raven
As a romance author, I know exactly how this story is supposed to go. Handsome older firefighter rescues struggling widow. Sparks fly. Happily ever after.
But I don't need rescuing. Not after losing my husband. Not after a house fire leaves my kids and me with nowhere to go. And definitely not from the handsome fire chief who keeps showing up convinced my temporary home is haunted.
The old Victorian is creaky, drafty, and a sensory nightmare for my son, but ghosts? Please. There's a logical explanation for everything. Even if Sawyer insists otherwise.
Sawyer
I've never been good with women. Give me a five-alarm fire, and I'm fine. Put me in front of Raven Hawthorne, and suddenly I forget how to form complete sentences.
The brilliant, stubborn widow thinks I'm a moron for believing her house is haunted. I think she's ignoring the increasingly obvious signs that the spirits don't appreciate us tearing the place apart.
As strange incidents pile up, the tension heats up, and our banter turns into something neither of us can ignore. She may be busy trying to solve the mystery hauntings, but I'm focused on becoming her leading man in The Haunting Plot.
For readers who love:

• Single Mom (widow)
• Single Dad (divorced)
• Firefighter Chief
• Black cat/golden retriever
• Forced proximity
• Age gap (7 years)
• She's Autistic/He's ADHD