Carriage House

By J.V. Speyer

Ash isn’t exactly filled with the Christmas spirit. He left Texas after being outed by an ex, and isn’t in the mood for family holidays. When one of his neighbors shows up out of the blue insisting that Christmas decorations are mandatory per their lease, he rolls and goes along with it as long as he doesn’t personally have to do anything.

The fact that the guy filled with “cheer” is the most attractive man he’s seen in his new hometown has nothing to do with it. He does agree to dinner, though.

Will the determined ghost get her way and make this an unforgettable Christmas for Ash and Tristan?

• Language: English
• Publisher: NineStar Press, LLC
• Release date: Dec 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781947904644

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A NineStar Press Publication

Published by NineStar Press

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Carriage House

Copyright © 2017 by J.V. Speyer

Cover Art by Natasha Snow Copyright © 2017

Edited by: BJ Toth

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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ISBN: 978-1-947904-64-4

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First Edition

December, 2017

Carriage House

J.V. Speyer

Table of Contents

Dedication

Carriage House

About the Author

For Sophia

ASH GLARED AT the overhead light, and the flickering stopped. He’d had it up to here with the crappy wiring in this place. The old house had seemed so charming when he’d moved in. He’d marveled—marveled!—at the real, untouched turn-of-the-last-century beauty of the main house. Oh sure, it was untouched all right. Untouched since it had been built, most likely. And he knew that he should consider himself lucky to have a stand-alone building for his apartment. The idea of living in the coachman’s apartment was just too appealing to pass up, too perfect for him and his situation.

That had been in June, when the leaves had been in bloom and the roses still climbed the decrepit trellis on the back of his little building. Now December had arrived and brought two feet of snow with it already, and the bloom was definitely off the rose. Ash knew now that period detail meant no updates since 1920. He knew that set off from the street put him well into no one can hear you scream territory. Ash hadn’t thought it would be an issue in the city, but given the size and shape of some of the critters he’d seen in the woods behind the coach house, he was starting to rethink his no firearms policy.

What kind of property in the middle of the city had woods, anyway?

And all of that was without considering the wiring. Cloth-insulated wires, push-button switches, lights that flickered dangerously at the slightest hint of wind or rain