Holly & Hemlock

I never wanted the house. But it wanted me.

I came to Hemlock House to reluctantly claim what’s mine. An inheritance wrapped in dust, secrets, and the ghost of a woman who, even in death, never stopped playing games with people’s minds. I expected the cold stone walls. Drafts that speak like whispers. I even expected the creepy old housekeeper who speaks in riddles. But I didn’t expect them. Larkin—my aunt’s godson. Beautiful, venomous, and furious that I now own everything he thought was his. And Lane—the reclusive groundskeeper. Rough around the edges, loyal to a fault, with violent eyes that...

I never wanted the house. But it wanted me.

I came to Hemlock House to reluctantly claim what’s mine. An inheritance wrapped in dust, secrets, and the ghost of a woman who, even in death, never stopped playing games with people’s minds. I expected the cold stone walls. Drafts that speak like whispers. I even expected the creepy old housekeeper who speaks in riddles. But I didn’t expect them. Larkin—my aunt’s godson. Beautiful, venomous, and furious that I now own everything he thought was his. And Lane—the reclusive groundskeeper. Rough around the edges, loyal to a fault, with violent eyes that see far too much. One wants to ruin me. The other wants to protect me. They both want to devour me. But this cursed house wants us all. After a snow storm traps us here over Christmas, we’re forced to confront our deepest fears, sins, regrets, and desires. And when I find a letter hidden in the ancient stone walls, I realize there is more to the house and its history than I ever could have imagined. There are rooms that stay locked, portraits that watch, and whispers that sound like promises. And somewhere between desire and danger, between hate and need, I can’t tell where the house ends and we begin.

The house whispers secrets. The men whisper sins. And I’m not sure which will consume me first.

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