Rest Thy Head
by Elaine Cantrell
Book Blurb
Running away from a fiancé who betrayed her, Peyton O'Malley finds employment at a beautiful mountain inn called Rest Thy Head. She didn't expect to live in the haunted room or to fall for the inn's owner, a fire-scarred war veteran who uses the inn to hide away from the world. She didn't expect her sister to show up at Rest Thy Head wither, much less her formidable mother.
Now, thanks to the aid of a friendly ghost, Peyton has a shot at true love, and so does her sister Ashley, provided the guys cooperate of course!
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Elaine Cantrell's Biography
Elaine Cantrell was born and raised in South Carolina. She holds a master's degree in personnel services from Clemson University. She is a member of Alpha Delta Kappa, an international honorary society for women educators and is also a member of Romance Writers of America. Her first novel, A New Leaf, was the 2003 winner of the Timeless Love Contest. When she isn't writing or teaching, she enjoys reading, traveling, and collecting vintage Christmas ornaments
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Excerpt:
First meeting between Peyton and Jake
Running a brush through her hair, she grabbed her sunglasses and made her way to the stables. Rest Thy Head looked as spectacular in the sunshine as it did in the moonlight. She made a mental note to explore the gardens she'd spotted behind the inn. Bet they looked as wonderful as the rest of the place.
She entered the barn, a big white structure with a center aisle and stalls on either side. Just inside the door she saw a dark‑haired man dressed in jeans and a long‑sleeved, plaid shirt brushing a pretty chestnut mare.
"Hi," she called.
The man half turned toward her; wow, he had blue eyes to die for. The blue was so intense that it reminded her of a blue diamond she'd seen at the jewelry store. Oh, and look at those shoulders. If there was one thing she loved, it was a pair of nice shoulders. Yummy. He was just yummy. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice abrupt and snappy.
"I'm Peyton O'Malley. I'm supposed to meet Patrick for a ride."
"He isn't here yet. You can sit on the bench under that tree outside and wait for him there."
Instead of leaving the barn, Peyton stepped toward the man. "What a beautiful ... horse."
The man quickly averted his face, but Peyton had seen the dreadful red scars that covered the entire left side of his face. They looked like burns. "I told you to wait outside," he growled, scowling at her with the good side of his face. "Get moving."
