Forevermore by Cindy MilesForevermore by Cindy Miles

Forevermore

byCindy Miles

Paperback | June 25, 2013

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An atmospheric, romantic ghost mystery set in the Scottish Highlands!

Ivy Calhoun's life has been turned upside down. Her new stepdad has uprooted Ivy and her mom, bringing them to live in an actual castle in the misty Scottish countryside. There are stone-faced servants and shadowy corridors, and the ancientwalls seem full of secrets. Ivy is at once frightened and intrigued.

Especially when she meets Logan, a gorgeous, elusive ghost who has haunted the castle grounds for decades. Ivy is immediately drawn to him . . . but Logan is not the only spirit around. Something dark and deadly is afoot, and soon Ivy findsherself in mortal danger.

Is Logan exactly what he seems? Could his mysterious past be tied to Ivy's present? And can Ivy stop herself from falling in love with him?

CINDY MILES is a successful author of romance novels for adults. She grew up on the salt marshes of the Vernon River in Savannah, Georgia. After first visiting Scotland's desolate moors and haunting castle ruins, the country and its wild history fast became her muse. Cindy still lives in Savannah, and frequents the crumbling fortresses...
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Title:ForevermoreFormat:PaperbackDimensions:288 pages, 8.01 × 5.26 × 0.56 inPublished:June 25, 2013Publisher:SCHOLASTIC INCLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0545426227

ISBN - 13:9780545426220

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From Forevermore:The scream of the wind pushes at the cracks of the castle walls as I hurry to my new room. Once inside, with the door closed, I breathe easier. I decide to unpack before bed.I'm folding my last sweater when the hair on the back of my neck turns stiff. Suddenly, I hear the moan of a bow being dragged across the strings of a violin. I whip around.My violin is suspended in mid-air. I feel my knees go weak and I try to scream but nothing comes out. My violin is being played in mid-air by . . . no one.