When Faye Grantham inherits Perdition House, her family’s secret shame, she expects to sell the property for millions and marry her long time fiancé.
But the spirits who still reside in the mansion have other ideas. Trapped in the bordello, the women who lived and worked there wait to tell their stories to Faye.
The “girls” don’t just hang around waiting. They control Faye’s libido, influence her decisions and drive her into the arms of two very different men.
Liam Watson wears comfort like most men wear cologne. With an interest in adventurous sex, he’s more man than he first seems.
Mark McLeod is a strong, decisive businessman who was not meant to be more than a hot one-night stand. But Mark is in no hurry to end their liaison, and hopes to continue Faye’s lessons in sensuality.
As Faye becomes enthralled with the mansion, she’s embroiled in a life-changing situation that has her re-examining her engagement, her business decisions, and her beliefs about herself.
As the spirits reveal themselves one by one, Faye learns their stories: how they came to Perdition House, why they joined the women there and some of the secrets that only a high-class bordello could hold.
But can decades-old secrets affect Faye’s life today?
AUTHOR'S THOUGHTS ON THE PERDITION HOUSE SAGA
When I first submitted my idea for this story, I sent my editor an email that asked: What would you think about a woman inheriting a haunted bordello, where the dead hookers visit her in dreams and tell their stories?
Four minutes later, she responded with: Great! Let’s make this a two book contract.
Gulp! I had no synopsis, no real handle on the characters…I’d just been playing what if?!
So, I did what any writer would do who wants a career. I jumped into Perdition House with both feet, both hands and all my heart. Once I got rolling on the dreams, things got carried away and I followed along with the hookers, basically writing down what they told me. At the end of about 85,000 words I realized none of them had had their happy endings. (Aside from safe haven with the madam and the other girls)
What’s a romance writer to do when there’s more story to tell? Start Part 2, of course. Which is what I did, right away.
Perdition House Part 2 answers questions raised in the first book…what happens to all these great heroines?
I never had a conscious plan to turn my idea into a saga…it’s just how these stories unfolded for me. So, they unfold for readers in the same way.
I know this is different. I know these books are long. I know I’d love to write more. I have unfinished business in that bordello...please do let me know if you agree.
Why the title change after the original books were titled Midnight Confessions?
I always wanted to call them Tales of Perdition House, but the same editor didn’t want the word perdition on the book. I told myself once she read it, she’d understand the title. I played with the word all through the books. When you read, you’ll see how. And, I have to say, that when readers asked about Midnight Confessions, they never EVER called it that.
They always wanted more stories set in Perdition House!
I hope you enjoy my Tales of Perdition saga and believe me, there are more tales to tell…
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About the author:
Bonnie Edwards, a Toronto native, lives with her husband and pets on the rainy coast of British Columbia. She’s a mom, auntie, sister, friend, like all women. She believes life should be lived fully and with joy. That joy shows up in her earthy, often irreverent love stories. Bonnie uses long hikes in the woods and nearby seaside to bounce ideas off her husband and her dancing, prancing Standard poodle. (who almost always agrees with her)
She has written novels, novellas and short stories for Carina Press, Harlequin, Kensington Books and Robinson (UK).
Sometimes her stories have a paranormal twist, likes curses and ghosts, other times not. But they’re always entertaining and guarantee a happy ending.
She loves to hear from readers through her contact page at"
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