House Of Midnight Fantasies
Maison de Minuit. The House of Midnight.
The name alone seemed ominous, but the forbidding Louisiana plantation symbolized Selene Albright Winston's first serious step toward freedom.
Gathering her courage, Selene left her sedan, apprehension shadowing every step while she walked the flag-stone path that led to the lengthy porch. Not even the whisper of a wind ruffled the leaves and only the occasional sound of a cicada disturbed the eerie silence. Ancient gnarled-finger oaks, dripping with Spanish moss, covered the lawns like sinister sentries warding off intruders. The tall grass held a cast of brown and a spattering of milk-weeds, and no flowers adorned the overgrown beds lined with withering hedges.
She stopped a few feet from the porch to study the house that seemed as if it had been abandoned, too. In many ways it had, at least superficially. The Greek Revival mansion's pale yellow facade showed definite signs of aging, and so did the shutters, trim and the six massive columns supporting the structure — all oddly painted as black as the entry sign. She hoped the interior had fared better than the exterior, otherwi ... read full excerpt from House of Midnight Fantasies ebook
