A gay historian inherits a house haunted by a sexy ghost who’s a lot more alive than he expects.
Josiah: I survived the Civil War only to be murdered thirty-eight years later. Too angry and too bitter to move on, I haunted the land where my blood was shed. I found no peace until Matson Ashby came into my life. I watched him grow into adulthood, never imagining how sexy he’d become. Now I want him for my own, but I’m a ghost, and he’s human.
Matson: I was born and raised in rural Prenter’s Bottom, North Carolina, on the land my family farmed for more than a hundred years. Being gay in my little town? Well, let’s just say it’s not been easy. When I inherit my grandmother’s estate, I must decide whether to sell or stay where I’m not welcome. The problem is compounded by the ghost of a murdered man who tugs at my heartstrings. Is he real, or just a figment of my imagination?