Draycott Eternal: What Dreams May Come\Season Of Wishes (Mass Market Paperback)

by Christina Skye (Author)

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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.

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, is pulling them toward a powerful and timeless destiny.

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The roses were glorious.

Heavy-petaled, crimson peach and palest blush-pink, they glowed through the florist's window. Even through the glass Gray Mackenzie could almost smell their lush perfume.

Around her the honking horns and squealing brakes of Oxford Street faded away to nothing. As if in a dream, she watched herself turn and push open the door to the neat little florist shop.

She would buy a dozen of them.

For herself. Just because she wanted to.

It was a gesture totally unlike her, of course. Lingering jet lag, perhaps?

Gray worried her lower lip. She'd arrived only last night after a hellish flight from Philadelphia, and this morning her pale cheeks showed the strain.

"Yes, miss. 'Ow can I 'elp you?" The proprietor was short, red-cheeked and impatient to get on with his work, though he was trying hard not to show it.

Gray pointed. "Those roses in the window. They're—magnificent. No, not the modern hybrids. There, to the right—the old ones. The centifolia roses with the densely packed petals. 'Lisette,' aren't they?" She delighted in the cluster of rich fuchsia blooms tucked in an elegant crystal vase.

There was something sad about her, the bald-headed proprietor thought. Not like the usual Yanks who came in here, flashing their plastic, talking fast and loud. Only hybrids would do for their sort.

But this one was different. Careful and slow in her speech, she was. And she was a rare and proper beauty, what with that auburn hair spilling over her shoulders and skin that seemed almost too translucent to be real.

And those eyes! Purest sea-blue, they were. They put him in mind of a tropical beach at dawn.

The florist frowned, wondering why such a beauty went about dressed in a dark skirt and a nondescript gray jacket. Then he sniffed. None of his business, after all.

But the flowers were.

He nodded, approving her choice. "Quite right, miss. 'Petite Lisette.'

'Normandica' over 'ere. I've a few 'Fantin Latour,' as well. You know something of roses?"

"Not a great deal. It's just…a hobby." Gray knew the blooms must be terribly expensive. "I think—yes, I'll take them. All of them."

The florist's estimation of her soared several notches. She had good taste, this red-maned Yank. But perhaps she didn't understand exactly what she was looking at. "That will be ten pounds each," he murmured discreetly, just in case she wanted to back out.

Gray's eyes flickered. The figure was extortionate!

She did a quick calculation, counting nearly two dozen cut stems. In one sweep she saw most of her cash going.

But those roses would be worth every penny. Every shilling, she corrected herself, savoring the rich-veined damask of the petals, drinking in their heady scent. "I'll take them all," she said decisively.

Yes, it was time she put the past where it belonged and treated herself to something special.

The florist gave her an approving smile. "Very good, miss. I'll just fetch some paper to tie them up." A moment later, he disappeared into a curtained alcove.

Behind Gray the front door opened with the tinkle of a bell. Chill air swirled through the little shop. Crimson petals dipped in the swift currents and Gray brushed a curl from her cheek.

Behind her came the creak of a floorboard, and then the rasp of a dry voice.

A familiar voice, even after five years.

A voice straight out of her nightmares. "Lovely, aren't they?"

She spun about, her heart pounding. Dear God, don't let it be him. Anyone but him!

But the man in the shadows by the door was broad-shouldered, his skin bronzed from long hours in the sun. Bleached nearly white, his long hair feathered low over his eyes.

Brown eyes, not green.

Not like her ex-husband's at all.

Gray squinted into the shadows. Appearances could be changed, after all. She of all people knew that.

The low, dry voice continued. "Such a pity that they die so soon after they're cut." The man's brow rose when Gray did not answer. A smile drifted over his lips. "Sadly, that is often the way with things of beauty. They never last, you know."

Suddenly all the old panic arose. Gray felt her hands begin to quiver. The cold eyes narrowed, studying her, frankly curious now.

"Ex-excuse me. I—I must go." She spun about and stumbled to the door, fear tightening her throat.

Behind her the curtain swished open. "'Ere, miss, come back! You've forgotten your roses!" But Gray was too busy stumbling through the impersonal crowds of Oxford Street to hear.

"JUST OVER THE HILL, it is. Take the first roundabout and then watch for the second turning. That road will take you direct to Draycott Abbey, miss."

Gray smiled her thanks to the healthy, red-faced village boy and put her rented Mini into gear, trying to forget the curiosity that had gleamed in the boy's eyes as she had asked directions to the abbey.

When are you going to stop being so jumpy? she asked herself angrily. It's been five years, after all. Why can't you just let it go?

But Gray knew why.

Because her ex-husband was free again. Because all the high-tech equipment in the world hadn't kept him behind bars.

Away from her.

And now it was just a matter of time until he tracked her down, just as he'd sworn to do.

Her fingers clenched against the steering wheel as she fought down dark memories. Memories of what he'd threatened to do if she revealed any part of the dirty little arrangements he excelled at.

But Gray had revealed what she'd heard. Every detail, every damning fact she had spilled to a packed courtroom and an army of eager reporters.

And the last thing Matt had screamed before he was jostled out of the courtroom was that he'd find her somehow. And when he did, he'd make her pay.

Biting down a jerky breath, Gray sailed through the roundabout and eased the gearshift to low. She tried to tell herself she was making too much of the situation. Matt had escaped, yes, but the security officers in Washington had assured Gray it would be just a matter of days until he was back behind bars.

Meanwhile, they had told her, a visit to England—especially to this quiet little backwater of Sussex—would be an excellent idea.

As Gray drove, she went over the conversation, looking for details she might have missed then. But no, the officer—Harrington, wasn't it?—had been calm, professional and totally unalarming.

There was absolutely nothing to worry about, he'd promised her. Not with all the levels of protection and security that had surrounded her case.

Yes, she was to go off to Sussex and work. Leave the heavy stuff to them, he'd ordered briskly.

The man was a professional. Of course he was right, Gray told herself as forested estates rushed past in a blur of green. She had to forget all this brouhaha about her ex-husband and concentrate on her work.

Especially now, when she had the assignment of a lifetime before her.

At that moment, a second lane came into view. Above the trees Gray caught a quick glimpse of weathered towers and stark stone walls.

Her heart began to pound.

How well she remembered her friend Kacey's letters describing the great moat-encircled structure with its picturesque stone gatehouse and climbing roses. Blond-haired Kacey, the new bride of the Twelfth Viscount Draycott, had been an un-shakable friend to Gray at a time when she had desperately needed one.

And Gray was determined to do her best work for Kacey now.

She shoved the gearshift into Second and sent gravel flying up, savoring the feel of the Mini as it hummed down the narrow drive.

As she passed beneath a line of overhanging oaks, the years seemed to slip away. Suddenly she was young again, with all things possible.

Without warning a speckled brown deer darted across the road. She slammed her foot onto the brake and wrenched the wheel violently, barely managing to avoid the animal.

Gray's breath hissed free. Her fingers gripped the wheel. Abruptly, she remembered another time she'd driven down a quiet country lane, remembered how much she'd been enjoying the feel of speed and control when a dog had shot out onto the road.

Matt had cursed and wrenched the wheel away from her. That night, they'd had their first disagreement. Their first full-blown quarrel. Their first—

White-faced, Gray clutched the wheel, struggling with fear and raw despair. Down, down, she pushed them, back into the dark cubicle she reserved for her past. For anything to do with the other woman she'd been before her name had been changed, and her features altered.

Before she'd become Gray Mackenzie.

Put everything to do with Matt out of your mind, the counselors had ordered. You're Gray Mackenzie now. Forget that Moira Jamieson ever existed.

With a ragged breath, Gray sat back.

She ought to be happy, after all. She was making a name for herself at last. Her work was found in architecture quarterlies and trade publications on three continents. She was almost established enough to pick and choose her assignments.

She was a success, by anyone's standards.

But inside, Gray knew differently. Inside she was still shy, gawky Moira Jamieson, an uncertain little nobody from a backwater town in central Maine.

Matt had known that, too. In fact, he'd never let her forget it.

Out of the corner of her eye Gray saw a dark shape separate from the thick woods.

Her heart lurched as a tall figure emerged from the dark tree line. Gray stiffened, half-expecting to see her ex-husband's sullen face swim into view before her.

But it didn't, of course. Matt would never find her here, not on this quiet estate tucked away in the middle of the English countryside. With any luck he might even be back behind bars already.

Keeping that thought firmly in mind, Gray turned to study the man walking toward the car. The moment she did, she regretted it.

Heat poured into her cheeks; her breath caught in her throat. He was nothing at all like her former husband. Hard, keen eyes the color of wintry seas stared back at her from a rough, weather-hardened face. His nose was high and his lips were full. Dark and thick, his hair brushed the top of his broad shou...

Product Details

• Mass Market Paperback: 480 pages
• Publisher: HQN Books (April 1, 2008)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0373772947
• ISBN-13: 978-0373772940
• Product Dimensions: 6.5 x 3.9 x 1.4 inches
• Shipping Weight: 4.8 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
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7 of 9 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Nice set, April 6, 2008

By	Jody Allen (Wisconsin, USA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

It is great to see the publisher resurrect these wonderful backlist titles from Ms Skye, but where are the new stories in this series? Seems to this reader there were at least two sisters/ cousins who should have had their own stories, but Ms Skye seemed to bale on the Draycott Abbey series and went the route of many romance authors... romantic suspense and Navy SEALs. Here's hoping this new edition of wonderful past suspenseful stories set Draycott Abbey will resurrect her interest and that of the publishers to return to NEW stories set here.

1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars I LOVED this book!, November 12, 2008

By	Gretchen Paulson (Las Vegas, NV) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

I love the Draycott Abbey series. Bringing the Scottish Highlands to life for me with the description of the land and the castles. The characters are well written and compelling. If you haven't read any of this series this as good a place as any to start.

3 of 4 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars great!, June 2, 2008

By	Tazfan - See all my reviews

It's very hard to get these out of print novels and I was very pleased when i could get both of them in one volume. I enjoy Ms Skye's style very much, and never more so when she is in the Draycott Abbey mode.