Adrian’s story is also finally available again after almost fourteen years. That’s right, the second novella in the Draycott series, the one you’ve pleaded to have reprinted, is back in print.  It seems as if it’s taken forever, but Adrian’s story is finally here. 

WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
Forever fated to wander within the grounds of his beautiful English abbey, Adrian Draycott has given up all hope of peace. But when Gray Mackenzie appears with all her secrets and charm, the winds of danger and earthly desire suddenly find this sexy spirit turning all-male flesh and blood.

SEASON OF WISHES
American heiress Jamee Night returns to the Highlands of her ancestors, determined to put her dark memories to rest. But when danger closes in, only rugged Scotsman Ian McCall can protect Jamee from her disturbing dreams...and an icy killer bent on revenge. Now a generations-old promise, with some otherworldly help, will pull them toward a powerful and timeless destiny.

MOONRISE
by Christina Skye

Draycott Abbey
Southern England

Twilight
Moon rising.
Darkness creeping over high stone.

He could delay no longer….

The ghostly figure emerged from nine-hundred-year old walls of granite. Fear followed him, coiled tight as it always did when he faced what lay ahead and the grave harm he could cause. Yet no harm would come here on the abbey's high parapets.

Adrian Draycott, guardian ghost of Draycott Abbey, scowled at the mist that drifted over the crenellated towers. His duty was clear. The words were locked in his memory, and he was prepared for all challenges. He had never failed before, nor would he fail this chill night.

Yet his fingers trembled beneath the weight of his duty. Clearingaway all distractions, he focused his will. The ritual began in silence, cast in memories. As the working of his magic grew, Adrian took force from the very stoneshe had guarded so fiercely. As on every Winter Solstice, his words would who lived within the abbey's walls.

The words came low, chanted in the old Norman French learned at his father's knee, chanted in this task that was his alone. Every year the old vows had to be cast away and new vows reforged, woven with words of power and protection.

Now the time had come again. Adrian raised one hand, lace cuffs fluttering in phantom winds. The words filled his throat, echoed over the cold rooftop. Power blazed.

Hold in the circle…

Energy rose from the stones, climbed through what little physical body he retained, sparks flashing. Silver eddies crossed the roof, dancing in the purple twilight.

Hold to the light…

A bird called out over the rolling downs. The moon's cold edge dimmed behind racing clouds. Without even a breath of warning something struck at Adrian. He spun up, into the chill air, drawing lines of power into a shield around him.

Too late.

A savage force slammed him back violently against the abbey's cold stones.

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