Her Haunted Heart
By Brooklyn Ann
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WHEN THINGS GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
When Zelda Shaye inherits the infamous Sazerac House, she immediately senses that something’s not right about the ancient mansion. Strange noises interrupt her sleep, the garbage disposal hates her father, and things move on their own. Her cute nerdy neighbor, Tobe Friedkin, confirms her suspicions when he tells her everyone knows the house is haunted and over the years members of the Sazerac family have suffered mysterious deaths until they were nearly wiped out. Zelda is the last female descendant to inherit the legacy, and the family curse. Since her parents don't believe her, it’s up to her and Tobe, with the help of the crazy recluse down the street, and a cat named DeLorean, to lay the unquiet spirit to rest before it’s too late.
Brooklyn Ann
A lover of witty Regencies and dark paranormal romance, Brooklyn Ann combines the two in her new vampire series. The former mechanic turned author lives with her family in Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho. She can be found online at http://brooklynann.blogspot.com.
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Her Haunted Heart - Brooklyn Ann
PRAISE FOR BROOKLYN ANN’S BOOKS
His Final Girl
"Brooklyn takes the reader on a rollercoaster ride through the horrors that lurk in the woods, yet keeps it light, before terror strikes. Full of pop culture references, horror, romance, enjoyable characters, and twists and turns to keep you wanting more, HIS FINAL GIRL has something for everyone. If Friday the 13th was a love story, this would be it." ~Anthony Northrup, Through the Black Hole
Gripping suspense, action, fabulous vivid scene descriptions, praise-worthy engaging characters and an awesome happy ending for the hero and the heroine.
Enthralling page-turner that keeps you guessing who the ancient killer is. The author has done a fabulous job fusing horror and romance. Linnea and Wes are a perfect match; love them together. ~midniteink
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Kissing Viciöus
"KISSING VICIÖUS is a sensual, rockin’ romance with a hero to die for." ~Fresh Fiction
"This is not your usual rocker romance. I thank the author for creating strong characters and taking a different course from usual. We really need more strong characters like Kinley and Quinn in the romance genre." ~The Romance Reviews
With Vengeance
"I was hooked the minute I started reading!! This is a totally different rock star book, but that’s not a bad thing at all!! It’s refreshing to see a rock star not be all about the ‘rock star’ lifestyle. Klement and Katana’s relationship is pure and genuine and I can’t say enough good words about it!" ~B1tches N Books
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"This story has the right mix of sex, sweet and romance. I fell in love with the characters from the very first page." ~Bramley, Emma, Obsessed Book Reviews
"Brooklyn Ann weaves us another amazing story fill with drama, angst, passion, and inspiration. Her characters are so realistic and written with so much depth… it’s hard not to become emotionally attached to them all!" ~Rachel, Behind Closed Doors Book Reviews
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"I always look forward to a new book by Brooklyn Ann! I know I'm in for a treat and a fantastic read long into the night. I've read all her books, I've never been disappointed. This is book 6 in the Hearts of Metal series, but each book can definitely stand alone. Though you will want to go back and read about the other characters lives and how they came to be together. They are not typical romance books. There's something special about each one, making each one different. More than five stars!" ~ginger@thebeach
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"Hot chemistry, romance, drama, and perceived betrayal make up this gripping rockstar romance. Heart Throb is an entertaining read that moves at a good pace, thus keeping you entertained until the very end. Both Brand and Lexi are likable characters and are well developed. I really enjoyed this book and I am definitely going back to read the rest of the series." ~AT_202
WHEN THINGS GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
When Zelda Shaye inherits the infamous Sazerac House, she immediately senses that something’s not right about the ancient mansion. Strange noises interrupt her sleep, the garbage disposal hates her father, and things move on their own. Her cute nerdy neighbor, Tobe Friedkin, confirms her suspicions when he tells her everyone knows the house is haunted and over the years members of the Sazerac family have suffered mysterious deaths until they were nearly wiped out. Zelda is the last female descendant to inherit the legacy, and the family curse. Since her parents don't believe her, it’s up to her and Tobe, with the help of the crazy recluse down the street, and a cat named DeLorean, to lay the unquiet spirit to rest before it’s too late.
HER HAUNTED HEART
B Mine – Book 2
Brooklyn Ann
www.BOROUGHSPUBLISHINGGROUP.com
PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Boroughs Publishing Group does not have any control over and does not assume responsibility for author or third-party websites, blogs or critiques or their content.
HER HAUNTED HEART
Copyright © 2019 Brooklyn Ann
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ISBN: 978-1-951055-21-9
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Mom, I dreamed about the house again.
Raye, my favorite crazy cat lady, I love you times infinity and 167
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To Halloween Horror Club and Bad Movie Club for watching ALLLL the haunted house movies with me to prepare for writing this book.
To Kent for being my real-life romance hero once more.
To Raye for inspiring the character of Edith and letting me put some of her cats in the story.
To Mayhem, who inspired the cat, DeLorean, and can totally defeat evil. Sorry, Chaos and Shadowpaw, you guys are too clumsy.
To Micah for being an incredibly supportive and awesome son.
To the Nightwriters group for keeping me focused with writing sprints.
To my editor, Michelle, for all your patience.
To Toadie and Hans, for helping through some side issues during the writing process.
And to my own haunted house: I still dream about you.
CONTENTS
Foreword
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Epilogue: Part One
Epilogue: Part Two
About the Author
Foreword
There are two big things responsible for the creation of the haunted house story that you’re about to read. The first is that I firmly agree with the many ancient cultures that had believed cats to be the guardians of the doorways to the spirit world. And naturally, I think they’re lucky. Therefore, many times, throughout my life when watching horror movies, I’ve said to myself, None of this would have happened if this character had a cat.
Interesting note: No one in any of the haunted house movies or Nightmare on Elm Street films ever had a cat. I decided that backed up my thesis, and it motivated me to see what would happen if the heroes of my story did have some whiskered guardians at their sides.
The other huge influence on this story is that I grew up in a haunted house. Some of the creepy incidents in this book are based on real things that happened to me in that house…but I’ll never tell which ones.
HER HAUNTED HEART
Chapter One
Amteep, Idaho, I981
He dreamed about the house again.
Even though the Greek Revival-Victorian-Italianate-hybrid mansion on the corner of Sazerac Street and Bourbon Court was next door to the simpler split-level ranch house Tobe lived in, the Sazerac House always gave him the impression that it was in another world entirely.
The sense of otherworldliness remained whenever he looked at the house, whether awake or dreaming. A forbidding energy emanated from the light blue-gray wood siding and darker blue-gray trim. The tall leaded glass dormer windows gleamed with a sentient light. Long, graceful columns, painted the same dark blue-gray as the trim, propped up a covered porch that spanned the entire front of the house. Three levels high, with slate-shingled mansard rooftops and four chimneys, the house dwarfed every other property on the street.
As he stood on the wide flagstone walkway leading up to the elaborately carved oak front door, Tobe only knew this was a dream because Cecile Sazerac, the matriarch and last member of the doomed family, sat in her dead brother’s rocker outside, watching him through milky, bluish cataracts. Cecile had died of old age two weeks ago. In real life, the house stood empty, locked tight as a fortress.
Cecile lived on in his dreams, beckoning him as surely as the house did.
That house is cursed,
old Mrs. Waters from around the corner had told Tobe one hot summer day last year after he had mowed her lawn.
As always, the eccentric cat lady had beckoned him to the shade of her gazebo, where a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade and a plate of snickerdoodles waited. The envelope with Tobe’s pay sat on the edge of the Formica table, not to be handed over until he chatted with the old woman for at least ten minutes. At first, he’d been annoyed that she did that to him. After finishing his hired task, he’d wanted to take the promised money and run home to get ready to spend it on books, music, or a night at the movies. Being held hostage by a chattering granny with six cats milling around his ankles had not been his idea of an afternoon well spent.
But he quickly discovered two things that changed his mind: The first was that Edith Waters was painfully lonely. She didn’t have any children and her husband had died ten years ago. No one ever came to visit her, so Tobe was the closest thing she had to a friend, aside from her six cats. Guilt tore at him when he’d come to that realization. If eating her delicious cookies and sitting with her for ten measly minutes gave her such joy, he vowed that the least he could do was try to stay longer.
The second thing he discovered, when he actually started listening to the stories Edith Waters told him, was that the old woman was an interesting person. And she knew things. A lot of things. Like what times Officer Higgins around the block did his nightly patrol through the neighborhood before he returned home to sleep the day away. Useful information when you were a teenage boy sneaking out at night long past curfew, and still useful when you were an adult with other plans. Mrs. Waters also told him that the Hurleys were swingers, the Bawdens were potheads, and that Mr. Arenson had terrible insomnia.
And she knew about the house.
What do you mean, cursed?
Tobe had asked, trying to conceal his excitement.
Mrs. Waters had scooped Kirk, a brown and gray marbled tabby with a white belly and mismatched socks, onto her lap and scratched him behind his ears. I mean exactly that. The ground it was built upon was drenched in blood, and people have died since the day the first nail was hammered. The Sazeracs used to be a large and prosperous family. Ten members of the clan lived in that house at one time. The house picked them off one by one. And now Cecile is the last.
Tobe had listened as Mrs. Waters painted a macabre history of the family who built the place. The Sazeracs, who doubled their fortunes from bootlegging during prohibition, seemed to be doomed to misery. Mysterious deaths claimed some, others disappeared, and at least two went insane, imprisoned in their own minds. Edith claimed that the house had at least four ghosts, and probably more.
His new friend’s stories had doubled his fascination with the Sazerac House. So much that he went to the library and dug up every bit of information on the family and house that he could find. By the time his senior year at Amteep High School had started, Tobe had become an expert on the house next door. And by Christmas break, he’d become obsessed.
The drive to get inside the Sazerac House consumed him. His first few attempts failed. An offer to mow the lawn was declined despite the overgrown grass and tangled garden, and Tobe’s offer at selling candy for a school fundraiser resulted in the elaborate oak front door slamming shut in his face.
But two months ago, Tobe achieved successful entry with honesty. He told the old woman that he’d fallen in love with her house and would love to see the inside, even if it was only the foyer.
Cecile Sazerac squinted at Tobe for a moment before nodding. Her cataracts had gotten so thick that she didn’t seem to recognize him. Very well, young man. I haven’t had living company since my dear brother shuffled off his mortal coil, so I may as well share a cup of tea with you.
For a moment, Tobe gaped at her, disbelieving that she would allow him inside and blinking at her odd phrasing. Living company? Did that mean that Edith was right and the house was haunted?
Shut your mouth before you catch a fly,
Cecile had said drily. Follow me.
Tobe passed through the doorway into the shadowed foyer and a shiver darted down the back of his neck. Cobwebs wove through the arms of the wrought-iron coat tree, and the black and burgundy fleur de lis patterned rug beneath his feet was faded and worn. He followed Cecile into a large open room that was illuminated by a brass and crystal chandelier, and full of sheet-covered furniture that resembled Halloween ghosts. Paintings of dour ancestors from the previous century hung on the wall beside a huge stone fireplace.
The dining room was in a similar state of disuse, with sheets on the chairs, cobwebs strewn through another chandelier, and a vast dust-covered table that could seat thirty people. He wished he could peek to see what kind of chairs they were. Chippendales? American Victorians? The big cabbage roses on the late-nineteenth-century wallpaper resembled staring faces.
Come along.
Cecile’s cane had thumped on the heart pine hardwood floor. You may join me in the parlor for tea and then you may leave.
Yes, ma’am.
Tobe hurriedly obeyed, not wanting to risk her changing her mind and having that big butler/handyman muscle him away. Or worse, for her to call the police, as she’d threatened one of the previous times he’d tried to get inside the house.
The parlor was spotless, with gleaming hardwood floors, plush antique rugs, and fancy objets d’art in an elaborately carved hutch. Instead of dour Sazerac ancestors scowling on the walls, paintings of landscapes and nature added to the room’s welcoming comfort. With the afternoon sunlight streaming in the large bay windows, Tobe saw how old and frail Cecile had become. All those years seeing her watering her azaleas every morning had made his subconscious believe that she was ageless.
But sitting across from her in a velvet wingback chair allowed him to see the truth. Ms. Sazerac’s time was running out. Wrinkled skin, thin as tissue paper, revealed blue veins beneath, her hollowed cheeks were framed with bones that looked sharp enough to cut, and her gossamer white hair with pink scalp showing beneath overwhelmed the faint streaks of red.
I suppose you’ll ask me if I killed Louis.
Cecile’s words disrupted Tobe’s perusal of her features.
Tobe blinked at the abrupt turn in conversation. No, ma’am.
He remembered Louis, the catatonic old man who’d sat outside in the rocking chair on the wide covered porch, staring blankly out at the street. Children would sometimes try to taunt him, but quickly gave up when they got no reaction. A maid came out every twenty minutes to wipe the drool from his chin. Tobe had timed the routine once.
Edith had told Tobe that Louis had once been a wild, rebellious man and a notorious drug dealer, but after multiple times being committed to asylums and several shock treatments, he became a vegetable for the last two decades of his life. He’d died in the winter of 1976.
The old woman pulled him back into the present and continued as if Tobe hadn’t objected to the idea of her committing fratricide. It doesn’t matter one way or another, since I’ll be dead before the lilacs bloom, but I didn’t kill my brother or my niece. The house took one, the demon took the other.
The demon?
Tobe echoed. Edith had mentioned a curse, but not a demon.
For a moment, Cecile stared through Tobe, as if trying to find someone inside him. Then she shook her head and made a shooing motion with one wrinkled hand covered in rings. Go wash your hands. Dolores is about to bring in the tea and cakes. The bathroom is down the corridor, the second door on the right.
As he’d made his way down the corridor to the bathroom, every bone in Tobe’s body itched with the need to race up one of the curved staircases to explore the bedrooms of the dead Sazeracs whose stories he’d read in the library.
But as his feet began to stray from the path he’d been directed to take, an icy gust of wind rifled through his hair. Goosebumps prickled his flesh. Was he going to see a ghost? A door across from him creaked open. Tobe sucked in a breath.
A woman in a starched uniform stared at him with narrowed eyes and a suspicious stare. She wasn’t as ancient as Cecile, but she was still old. Her white hair was twisted in a tight bun. She must be Dolores. The bathroom is through that door. Best hurry. The mistress does not like to be kept waiting.
Tobe nodded and obeyed, taking minimal time to admire the bathtub and the fixtures on the antique sink before hurrying back to the parlor.
The same old woman served Tobe and Cecile with a tray of tea and cookies. With some of the disturbing history he’d read, Tobe didn’t drink from his cup until Cecile had sipped from hers.
The old woman noticed, giving Tobe a wry smile. The last poisoning to occur in this house was back in 1931. Besides, I wish you no harm, young man. In fact, I am hopeful that you may be useful in the future.
"You mean to mow