Fall. Autumn. It doesn't matter what you call it, I hate it. I despise pumpkins, Halloween, and the overwhelming sense of dread as the cold and damp move in. But when my new chauffeur drives up in a hearse, Halloween carols blaring, I realize there will be no escape from the holiday.
Fall is the best time of the year! I love pumpkin spice everything, cozy scarves, and nostalgic movies. But most of all, I love Halloween. My quaint home town of Harrogate is the perfect place to celebrate the holiday. We're the original Halloween town.
I should be more excited, except that I'm going back to Harrogate after failing to make it as a journalist in Manhattan. Instead of living out my dreams, I'm living in a dilapidated Victorian house with creepy identical twins, a black cat named Salem, and a snobby ghost. I also have a new temp job with a sexy, but grouchy billionaire who is determined to make me quit.
My mother wants me to write a juicy tell-all about Garrett and his huge family. Yep, I'm going to trick the cold-blooded billionaire. I know I need to stick with the plan and weasel enough information out of my boss to write a killer article for a big payday.