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by Liza O'Connor
Here's the plot in pictures.
the unwanted locust roommate of Senna's steals $400 from her bank account, causing her rent check to bounce
Which results in Senna getting evicted.
With the choice of being homeless or agreeing to marry Brendon IF he really has a half a million in a trust fund, she agrees to become his fiancee, but only with the understanding she'll never have sex with him. Thus, they head off to England where Brendons' brother awaits them at the airport.
Gar Durran is NOT happy with the self proclaimed gold-digger that Brendon intends to marry. He tries to order the car around to take her back to the airport, but his driver continues on to the Durran Castle.
His driver thinks her a lovely young woman and Gar should give her chance. If he still doesn't like her after a week, the driver will take her back to the airport.
Senna is astounded by their wealth and the discovery that Brendon really does have a half a million. However, Gar must give his permission before they can marry or he won't release the money.
Once in the castle, strange things begin to happen.
A cat appears to climb upon her bed just as she's about to fall asleep, but when she wakes in the morning, she can't find him.
When she discusses the matter with Brendon, he deduces her visitor is Mr. Finch.
Mr. Finch was killed in battle in the 15th century protecting his human, Lassier.
While Senna is reading writings about Mr. Finch and his antics over the centuries as a ghost, Gar is upstairs rummaging through her purse, acquiring data needed to perform a background check on her.
Having no choice, she confesses she's a convicted criminal.
Gar has no idea what that means. How do you accidentally attempt to murder someone?
Turns out Senna threw a vase
Which almost hit the lying cheating professor whom she thought was her fiance until she discovers he's married with kids.
However justice can be harsh with the poor and defenseless when up against the rich and vindictive.
But Senna is in England now and all should be good, right?
It should, but matters get mucked up.
Thus enters Renoir Lassier, the Ghost Lover. Gar has forbidden him to contact Senna, but he has to intervene or Senna will misunderstand Gars actions and return to America. So he does what he does best.
He impersonates Gar and confesses his love since Gar refuses to admits such.
He then convinces Senna to stay while he sends Gar to America to find a better choice of brides for Brendon.
And he happily consoles Senna in Gar's absence.
Gar brings home a talented but out of control artist named Catlain.
She is very strange
but Brendon likes her.
Lassier thought with all the right people in the castle, matters would resolve themselves nicely,
BUT NOT IN A LIZA O'CONNOR NOVEL
GHOST LOVER HAS DISAPPEARED, BUT SHOULD RETURN WITH NEW LINKS VERY SOON.
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Senna woke to her breast beeping. Trying to make sense of the oddity, she pushed herself up to rest on her elbows and discovered the noise came from Brendon’s wristwatch. Somehow, his hand had found its way beneath her bra during the night, and now chirped like a baby chick.
She contemplated tearing his hand off at the wrist, but he looked so angelic with his curly dark hair framing his handsome face. With a heavy sigh, she unlatched her bra and eased his hand out, then gently shook him until his face scrunched into a pained grimace.
He groaned and frowned at his noisy watch. “This is a god-awful hour to be woken up,” he said in his sexy British accent. “Never bothers me when I’m coming home at this hour.”
Senna rolled her eyes. “Speak for yourself.”
Pushing himself up, he shook his head. “Remember the second night I came around? You kept yelling at me, ‘Did I realize it was four in the morning?’ At the time, I couldn’t understand your fuss.” He groaned and scratched his scalp. “Well, I certainly understand it now. It’s bloody hell to be woken at this ungodly hour.”
A big yawn burst out of her. “If you’d asked your brother the time of our flights, we might’ve been able to sleep longer.”
“True. I should’ve asked. Only, whenever I talk to him, all I can think is, won’t he ever shut his cake hole? Then, where is the closest pub so I can drown all memory of the call? In the future, perhaps you should talk to him for me.”
She rolled her neck, listening to the endless pop-and-crackles. “He can’t be that bad.”
Brendon rubbed his eyes with such fury that she feared for his retinas. She gently captured his hands and pulled them from his face. He glared at her with a sullen pout. “I’ve agreed to your ridiculous condition of no sex. It seems I should be allowed a condition of my own.”
For some reason, Brendon feared his brother. She would try to pry the reason from him later, but right now she needed to soothe him. “All right, I’ll intercede between you and your brother.” Then a worrisome thought occurred to her. “He won’t hit me, will he?”
“No. He might damage your hearing with all his bellowing, but he would never hurt a woman. You’re perfectly safe, physically, and I suspect a good match for him with your fiery temper,” Brendon said with cheery optimism. “Let’s have one final cup of tea, shall we?”
Senna rose and groaned from a night sleeping on the floor. Maybe she shouldn’t have sold the couch at the moving sale yesterday. “I’m going to take a hot shower.”
Beneath the soothing warm water, her muscles relaxed and her pains from a hardwood night’s sleep disappeared. All too soon, her moment of solitude ended when Brendon attempted to join her under the guise of bringing her a cup of tea.
“Out!” she yelled, as she wrapped herself in the plastic shower curtain.
“Don’t you want your tea?” His aura of innocence would’ve made angels envious.
“Not in the shower! Now out!”
She wanted to slap him silly for invading her privacy, but she would not be the destroyer of a priceless teacup. Brendon’s brother would get the heirlooms back in one piece. Why he brought them on his travels she had no idea, but he claimed they were very old and valuable, having survived both the invasion of Romans and the bombings of Hitler.
Ten minutes later, when Senna came out of the bathroom dressed in her best linen slacks and jacket, Brendon whistled with approval.
“You look first class.” He offered her a steaming cup. “Tea, madam?”
Why not? She leaned on the doorframe and sipped her last cup of tea in the empty apartment.
* * * *
Once they arrived at the airport and went to the ticket counter, Senna discovered not only did she look first class, but she’d be flying first class.
Brendon, on the other hand, couldn’t believe anyone would fly anything else. “My brother doesn’t particularly like me, but he’d never be so cruel as to book me in coach.”
“But how will I repay him for my ticket? It probably cost a fortune.”
He chuckled and playfully nudged her side. “I don’t think first class costs a half-million yet.”
Senna gritted her teeth. She wished she had proof the half million Brendon said she’d get if they married actually existed, but the more he talked about it, the more his eyes twinkled. One thing she’d learned in the six month invasion of the locust--a locust named Brendon--was his eyes twinkled whenever he cast his magic.
“May I have the tickets?” she asked, remembering all the wallets he’d lost over the months she’d known him.
He handed the packet and teacups over. “I need to take a piss, be back in an hour.” He disappeared down the main corridor with a jaunt a bit too perky for a man looking for the bathroom.
She watched his progress down the aisle, past the restrooms, and into the sports bar. Knowing where to find him, she located a seat, took out the ticket, and thumbed to the back receipt. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Her flight cost 11,263 dollars.
Determined to pay Brendon’s brother back, Senna calculated how long it would take, assuming she worked for minimum wage, eight hours a day. During her first calculation, she forgot to take out taxes. The second time, she remembered no one worked three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Nor would any employer let her work forty hours a week, because then she’d qualify as a full time employee, and terrible things would happen to their stock value if they paid their workers benefits. So instead, she’d receive a check for seven hours, but asked to work longer as part of the company’s ‘winning culture’ team spirit.
Horror stricken, she stared at the final calculation. After covering the bare essentials to survive, it would take one hundred and forty-two years to pay Brendon’s brother back. If Brendon didn’t have a half-million, she’d never be able to pay her debts. She wondered if England still had debtor’s prisons like the ones that terrorized Charles Dickens’ characters.
The intercom interrupted her dire thoughts when a friendly female voice announced the flight to London had begun boarding. The woman cheerfully invited first class to board early, but unfortunately, Senna couldn’t. She had to retrieve her lost baggage--Brendon. Congratulating herself on her foresight to watch where he’d disappeared, she headed straight to the sports bar.
And didn’t see Brendon.
With no time to waste, she hurried to the bartender. “Excuse me, have you seen a good-looking young man in his early twenties, baby-blue eyes with dark, slightly unruly hair?”
The young man focused on cleaning invisible spots on a glass. “People come and go.”
She suspected he’d lied to her because his interest in the glass seemed unnaturally intense.
“Look, I’m his sister and we are about to miss our flight home to England.”
The bartender raised his right eyebrow in challenge. “You don’t sound like his sister.”
Living with a British-speaking locust for six months finally paid off as Senna broke into a convincing and sultry British accent. “Well, I’ve been attending college here in the States and took on the local accent so I’d fit in.”
The bartender abandoned his glass and focused entirely on her like a wolf eyeing a bunny. “Baby, your accent is so damn sexy it should be illegal.” He tilted his head and grinned. “How about I close the bar and we join your brother in the storeroom?”
She wanted to tell him to sod off in her sexy new accent, but forced a smile of regret. “Unfortunately, our plane is boarding. Please point me to this closet.”