Trent's heart may belong to Tina, but a shadow demon is after his soul.

Trent Austin is a successful, big-city lawyer. The last thing he needs is the burden of a run-down house in the suburbs. But when his crazy uncle dies and leaves his estate to Trent, he soon learns he’s inherited a lot more than a Victorian mansion. He’s got to get rid of the house—and the ghosts that came with it—before it kills him.

Tina Sanders is the best real estate agent in Michigan, so she shouldn’t be surprised when Trent calls her to sell his uncle’s house. But she hasn’t spoken to Trent since she dumped him three months ago. Her fear of commitment forced her to sideline Trent to the friend-zone, but the flames rekindle as soon as she sees him again. Despite her better judgement, she accepts the job and soon discovers her connection to the house runs deeper than the sexy lawyer who owns it.

Something in that house wants Trent dead. As he battles to win the affections of the sultry real estate agent, he’s also fighting for his life.

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He gazed at her with a strange intensity, his dark eyes pulling her in. She felt herself sway toward him, and she couldn’t stop. Sitting here with Trent, in this living room, in this house…everything about the moment felt right. If she kissed him again, she’d have to mean it this time. There’d be no turning back. If her lips touched his one more time, she’d have to be sure she was in it for good. She could be in it for good, couldn’t she?

His gaze slid to her mouth, and he smiled. “Logan and Allison will be here at one.” He shot to his feet and pulled his phone from his pocket. “Want to order a pizza while we wait? I’m starving.”

Damn. She sat up straight and brushed her hair from her shoulder. “Sure. Sounds great.”

“All the meats?”

“Is there any other kind?”

He grinned and punched in the order. “You’re my kind of girl.”

Her heart fluttered. “Am I?”

“I mean…We have similar tastes. We like the same kind of food. The way you decorated this place is perfect.” He shrugged and slipped the phone into his pocket. “We get along. I guess that’s what I mean.”

She tried to hide her disappointment with a smile. “Yeah, we do.”

“When one of us isn’t trying to kiss the other one.”

She stood and stepped toward to him. “The kissing was nice though.” So nice, she might like to do it again. Who was she kidding? She needed to do it again.

He stepped back. “Meh. It was okay.”

She paused, about to be offended, but the playfulness in his eyes made her laugh. “Meh? Did you just call me a meh kisser?”

He winked. “I said the kiss was meh. Not that you were.”

She fisted her hands on her hips. “That sounds like a challenge to me, and I never back down from a challenge. You want a wow kiss? I can show you a wow kiss.”

“I’m sure you could.” He bumped his shoulder to hers as he sauntered past her to the kitchen. “Too bad we’re just friends.”

Too bad, indeed.