The Celtic Ghost of the House of Tennant

Deep in the Appalachian Mountains of Kentucky sat an old stone house built before the Revolutionary War. It had been a place that cried out for many years while ghosts of the past walked its halls. The house had seen good and evil and screamed out for the justice that it deserved. Many had come and gone as the house waited for the rightful owner. The stone house would only permit the one who would bring beauty and happiness back to enter through its doors. Colton had dedicated his life to being a deputy. His love for his town, family, and job had cost him the love of a woman. His trust in women had made him bitter and distrustful. He wasn't willing to put his heart on the line again. A new beginning, a new future, a new lease on life. Quinn had waited for a chance to escape the trauma she had endured at the hands of her fiance, a man who she loved. In one drunken fit of rage, it was all gone. She never looked back as she fled Boston. Defiance and battles lead to hope, love, and devotion as Colton and Quinn butted heads, trying to find their way. A secret room was revealed. Would the magic return to the mountains and the land surrounding the house? And if not, how long would it last before death and despair would try to destroy it again? The Scottish clans would have to stand together to ensure their beliefs and traditions were not silenced again as their ancestors once were.

-- Kat Gady