Had someone asked Melanie Sparks if she believed in ghosts, she'd have laughed before voicing an emphatic "No." Then she takes a walking tour of the cemetery in her new hometown of Lindeman's Crossing, Colorado and meets one of the residents face to face. The story behind Andrew Lindeman's tragic death after the Pike's Peak Gold Rush in 1859 triggers dreams in which she relives his last moments. Drawn to the handsome ghost, attraction builds, and she resolves to clear his tarnished name. A passionate kiss sets his spirit free, but will Melanie lose her heart forever?

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He stood in the shadows, watching the young woman run through the gates without looking back. Almost as if she'd seen something that had frightened her.

His eyes narrowed in consideration of the idea spinning in his head. The notion was almost unthinkable. They were in a cemetery, at dusk, with plenty of shadows and looming headstones that could've spooked her—given her the "willies", as she'd said earlier.

And yet, that simple, believable, likely explanation could not quell the single thought making his heart race.

Could she have seen him?

Her earlier startled reaction confirmed she'd heard his irate exclamation. When he'd been listening to the speculation and lies for what felt like the thousandth time and vented his age-old frustration that no one had seen the truth.

Given that she'd heard his words, was sight really so inconceivable?

She had been on the right track back there. If she continued to voice contrary questions the answers would lead her down a path of discovery he had only hoped would some day be revealed. And if she could hear him, if she could see him...

Ashes of long dead hope stirred, whirling into a driving force of energy to follow the pretty redhead. But by the time he reached the gates, she had disappeared into the night as if she had never existed.