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  Haunted Melody

  Secrets of Roseville

  Book 2

  Betty Bolté

  Also by Betty Bolté

  Secrets of Roseville

  Undying Love

  Haunted Melody

  The Touchstone of Raven Hollow

  A More Perfect Union

  Emily’s Vow

  Amy’s Choice

  Samantha’s Secret

  Evelyn’s Promise

  Hometown Heroines

  True Stories of Bravery, Daring, and Adventure

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Betty Bolté

  P.O. Box 33

  Taft, TN 38488

  www.bettybolte.com

  Copyright © 2017 by Betty Bolté.

  ISBN-13: 978-0-9981625-2-2

  ISBN-10: 0-9981625-2-3

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher at the address above.

  Digitally published as Remnants October 2014 by Liquid Silver Books, an imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr., Indianapolis, Indiana 46235.

  First print edition of Remnants published 2014 by CreateSpace.

  Table of Contents

  HAUNTED MELODY

  Also by Betty Bolté

  Copyright

  About the Book

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  About

  Haunted Melody

  Paulette O’Connell needs to build her home decorating business in order to give her unborn child a stable home. While exploring the mysterious attic of the antebellum plantation where she lives, she accidentally summons her grandfather’s ghost. But he won’t leave until she figures out why she needed him in the first place, putting her plans in serious jeopardy.

  Zak Markel has been searching for the last ingredient to create the Elixir of Life he hopes will save his brother’s eyesight. But he discovers the woman of his dreams in the smart and beautiful Paulette, distracting him from his focus at the worst possible time, even though she staunchly refuses to allow him past her defenses.

  Can he convince Paulette to open her mind to possibilities and follow her heart to true happiness before it’s too late?

  Dedication

  To my children, Danielle and Nicholas, who are the songs in my heart.

  Chapter 1

  The enormous orange jack-o-lantern faced the long driveway, challenging visitors to Twin Oaks with its glowing toothy grin. Paulette O’Connell propped her fists on her hips and assessed the rest of the decorations gathered on the wide front porch of her younger sister Meredith’s antebellum plantation home. Gratitude and disquiet filled her chest along with the crisp fall air. Standing at the bottom of the three brick steps, she scanned the clusters of corn stalks propped against the two center columns, the gourds and pumpkins scattered about, and the wisps of fake spiderweb stretched between two of the large white columns. A forbidding black spider waited among the gossamer strands. A white sheet ghost danced in the brisk breeze, rattling the dried corn stalk leaves. With a chuckle, she clapped her hands together. “Perfect. Mer will love it.”

  Their next B&B guests might include several young children who would love the spooky yet fun décor as much as she did. If only trick-or-treaters in town came out to the country. But of course, the trek to Twin Oaks wouldn’t yield enough return on investment for the children’s parents to make such a journey. The memory of Halloween parties from her childhood made her smile. Costumes. Games. Telling tales and singing songs about monsters and spooky things. They needed a reason to venture so far from town. Perhaps she could lure them to the plantation with some form of entertainment. Hmmm.

  Halloween remained her favorite holiday, at least for the fun props. Ever since discovering she possessed the ability to see ghosts a few months before, the approaching holiday had taken on new meaning. She had grown up with “dreams” about a lady in a blue gown. Who knew she was actually a ghost, her Great-great-great-aunt Grace. Later, she learned from Meredith that Grace’s brother, Great-great-great-grandfather Joe, also hung around the family cemetery, apparently waiting for his sister’s return. Meredith had figured out the identities of the ghosts, but the sisters realized they possessed the ability to see ghosts at the same time.

  Thankfully, the ghosts weren’t scary so much as sad and a little spooky. After burying Grace’s remains beside Joe’s, the house held no more spirits, as they finally rested in peace. Knowing the plantation no longer hosted spooks made enjoying the tricks and treats of the season more fun. Although she rather missed Grace’s friendly presence in a gorgeous blue dress replete with sparkling sequins, a dress which had inspired Paulette’s own childhood designs.

  Rubbing a hand over her protruding belly, she lingered in the fading afternoon light. She surveyed the expanse of pale grass reaching toward the distant road winding past. The glittering water of the fenced lake where ducks paddled about. Low clouds covered the sky, obscuring the sun. Several trees sported jagged trunks, remnants of the tornado they’d survived six months ago. Hunkered in the storm shelter within the stone foundation of Twin Oaks, she’d feared the destruction of the plantation once and for all. Thankfully, they’d suffered only minor damage, except for the old gazebo. Rebuilding it had been Meredith’s first priority. Its new design proved very popular with the guests, who frequently enjoyed its shady quiet on a hot summer afternoon, or the soft lighting in the evening.

  The baby shifted, a tiny foot or perhaps a fist bopping her hand where it rested. “Soon, little one. Another six weeks, give or take, and we’ll meet properly.”

  Tires crunched on gravel and she recognized her sister’s glaring yellow Camaro approaching. The sports car shouted its owner’s status. Successful. Independent. Confident. All the attributes Paulette wished she could ascribe to herself. She waved as Meredith drove behind the house to park, and then Paulette hurried up the front steps and inside as fast as her bulk allowed.

  Pregnancy increased her weight significantly from her normal slender build and made keeping her balance difficult. The baby couldn’t come soon enough for her liking. Uncertainty spider crawled down her back. If she and Meredith had not made peace between them, she’d be on the street without any means of providing for her child. Good ole Johnny had fled to Alaska rather than face his fatherly duties. Alone and lonely, she’d had no choice but to come begging to her sister. The timing worked out for both of them, as did their renewed relationship. Otherwise, where would she have turned? She squared her shoulders and pulled open the heavy wooden door. No matter. Her baby would know love and laughter and never, ever be alone.

  Pausing inside the closed door, she let out a brea
th. The grand entrance never failed to bring her pleasure. Hardwood floors reached across the space, inviting visitors to its interior rooms. As their grandmother, Mary O’Connell, had done before them, Paulette and Meredith utilized the small room toward the back of the house as a sitting and sewing room while the parlor at her immediate right served as a more formal place to greet guests. To the left, the double parlor waited for after-dinner gatherings, with their pipes and conversations. A flight of stairs, dressed up in dark brown treads with white fronts, led to the second floor and its rabbit’s warren of bedrooms and baths. The distant rustling of paper bags and cabinet doors closing summoned her down the hallway and through the swinging door into the kitchen.

  “Hey, Meredith, I was thinking…” Paulette hesitated to share her idea with her business oriented sister. How should she phrase her vision in such a way as to be convincing?

  Meredith snagged a bunch of celery from the brown paper bag, sidestepping Grizabella as the calico twined about her ankles, to drop it into the crisper bin in the refrigerator. Dressed in tan jeans and a mulberry sweater, Meredith appeared ready to settle down to work in her home office despite the late afternoon hour. Paulette glanced out the small kitchen window. Sunshine stretched across the yard, creating long shadows in preparation for nightfall. Her gaze lit upon the gazebo with its white spindled railing and wooden posts supporting the peaked shaker shingled roof. A collection of metal chairs with colorful cushions surrounded the matching round table in the center. The rebuilt gazebo caught the light and threw it down as a lacy silhouette of the wrought iron gingerbread edging the roof. Beyond the gazebo the family cemetery lay under towering magnolia trees, safe within the confines of a metal fence. She dragged her attention back to smile at her sister.

  “Yes?” Meredith shut the fridge and blinked at Paulette. “You were saying?”

  “Sorry.” Paulette shook her head, a grin curving her lips as she sifted through possible phrases. “Is Griz helping you with the groceries?”

  “Always.” Meredith cocked her head. “She’s hoping I’ll take pity on her and feed her early tonight.”

  “Any word from Max?” Anything to stall for time until she could land upon the right way to approach the subject. Meredith balked at large group activities, and the party she had in mind definitely qualified. “Will he be back from Atlanta soon?”

  “He texted me that the preservation case will be heard tomorrow, then he’ll know how much longer he needs to be in court.” She lifted items from the bag and set them on the counter before dropping the bag on the floor. “I had no idea when I met him that lawyers traveled so much.”

  Grizabella hunkered on the floor, her tail twitching, before lunging into the open bag and pouncing on an imaginary mouse with a clatter of brown paper.

  “I don’t suppose there are very many lawyers who specialize in preservation law.” Paulette folded her arms over her tummy and hiked one hip. “I’m glad you two found each other. You’re good together.”

  Meredith flicked a glance at her, then shook her long strawberry-blonde ponytail. “Thanks. It still amazes me how things worked out.”

  “Unlike for me.” Paulette laid her hands on her belly, her baby. “But we’ll be fine now that I have you to back me up.”

  “And one day, you may find a man worthy to be your husband.” Meredith scooted around the island counter and hugged Paulette in a quick encouraging movement. “But you’ll always have a place to call home.”

  Paulette considered Meredith’s words as her sister strode back to the other side of the island. “You may be right, but somehow I doubt I’ll ever find anyone who’d want to take on responsibility for another man’s child.”

  Meredith paused in the act of emptying another bag. “Blended families happen all the time. I’m sure if you want to have a husband who will be a father to your child, you’ll find the right man.”

  Paulette shrugged and shifted her weight to the other hip. “Anyway, a husband is not in the cards right now. But tell me, what did you think of my jack-o-lantern? And the other decorations out front?”

  Surely her sister had noticed the effort she’d made to enliven the house for the season. Her decorating skills had to be good for something. Since moving in, Paulette had tried to employ her limited creative talents wherever possible. She’d secured several clients, designing and creating authentic period costumes for them to wear in battle reenactments and ghost walk tours around the nearby cities of Nashville and Huntsville. She’d also redecorated several rooms to use as guest quarters for hire. Meredith hadn’t wanted strangers around all the time, so they’d compromised. The six bedrooms stayed occupied most weekends, which helped with Paulette’s efforts to build and promote her costume business. Currently, they only had two rooms not rented out for the coming weekend, but she remained confident they’d fill soon.

  “No, sorry.” Meredith reached for a box of orzo and strode to the pantry to put it on a shelf. “I was thinking about the challenge of tying together the various elements of the estate east of Roseville. The Bancroft’s place.”

  “Oh. Well, I—” Disappointment swept across her shoulders, weighing them down, at Meredith’s dismissal of her efforts. But then, she did have a lot of irons in the fire what with planning her wedding to Max, and the many clients with demanding particulars, as well as supervising the repairs around Twin Oaks. “What’s the matter with the Bancroft place?”

  “They expect me to work magic, pure and simple. Three buildings, and they want one common porch to unite them.” Meredith shook her head and grabbed two cans of soup, moving them in time with the motion of her strawberry-blonde ponytail. “What the heck are they thinking?”

  “You’ll figure it out.” Paulette smiled. Her sister’s renown as an architect stretched around the world. She designed multi-million dollar mansions and other showcase buildings. Which proved more comforting than her previous desire to destroy things after the horrific deaths of her husband and unborn child. Twin Oaks’ very existence had been threatened by her grief. After Max entered her life, her despair and anger had morphed into hope and love. “You always manage to beautify the jobs you take on. Anyway…”

  Meredith placed the cans in the pantry and pushed the door closed. “Yes?”

  She took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. “We should throw a party. Our guests will love it!” Her words spilled from her mouth. “A costume party, with masks and everything. We’d have to do it the weekend before Halloween, since the actual holiday is on a Friday. We could advertise it as a special event, with a special price, and…”

  “Wait. A party? Are you kidding?” Meredith folded up the paper bags, leaving the cat’s on the floor with Grizabella’s calico tail sticking out and slowly swishing from side to side, and shoved them into a cabinet. “Your hormones must be out of whack.”

  “No, I—” Paulette searched for a compelling reason in the face of her sister’s frown.

  “We don’t have time for a party. We’ve finally finished rebuilding the gazebo, and I have this Bancroft wizardry to complete before the winter weather interferes. And, more importantly, you’re due soon. You don’t need stress and worry. No parties. Not now.”

  “I thought I’d design some new costumes for us, show off my abilities. And…” She snapped her fingers as an idea popped into her head. She envisioned a grand affair, the house filled with pirates, ghosts, witches, princesses, even Barack Obama and George Bush look-alikes. “We could promote our planned Civil War encampment reenactment at the same time. Invite folks to attend in period costumes and uniforms. You could dress as Grace, if you’d like, even wear the jewelry she gave you. Come on. It’ll be great!”

  Meredith swiped a hand across her forehead. Grizabella had tired of her hiding place and now munched on her dinner. “I don’t know. Seems like a lot of work. All to dress up and playact for an audience. What will Meg say? Just because she’s the housekeeper and cook doesn’t mean she’ll be willing to do this.”

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bsp; “I think she’ll love the idea of seeing Twin Oaks glowing with light and echoing with laughter. Put some life back into the old place.” She gripped the back of a chair situated at the small glass-topped table tucked into the bay window overlooking the rear of the property. Urgency unexpectedly flowed through her, creating an increasing tension in her shoulders. “It’ll be fun. I really want to. Please?”

  Meredith sank onto a chair, propped her elbows on the table, and rested her chin in her palms. Her scrutiny made Paulette squirm. “Will there be music? Perhaps you could sing something? I used to love to hear you practice the tunes for the high school choir.”

  Not a chance. “I’m really not in the mood to sing, but we can have a DJ and dancing for the guests to enjoy.”

  Meredith frowned and tapped a forefinger on her cheek, regarding Paulette. “That’s a good point. But why haven’t you been singing? You used to all the time.”

  Why indeed. She shrugged. “Too much on my mind with the baby about due and me trying to feel like I’m contributing to the household finances. A litany of thoughts, tasks, reminders loop in my head to the point I think of nothing else. Maybe after the baby is born, I’ll feel happy enough to want to share music again. But not until then.”

  “If you say so. Where would we find a DJ?”