Evelyn Hart loses her corporate job overnight when her company is acquired-and her department erased like it never existed. With rent due, savings shrinking, and LA swallowing her whole, she applies to a too-perfect listing in the middle of the night: Estate Caretaker - live-in. Discretion required. Excellent compensation. She gets the contract in thirty seconds. No interview. No company name. She signs anyway. A plane ticket arrives minutes later. Eldermoor House waits for her outside Edinburgh-an ancient mansion with modern amenities, a forest that refuses to stay silent, and a black lake called Loch Glass that reflects things that shouldn't be there. Evie tells herself she doesn't believe in ghosts. She's just a modern witch-salt, wards, herbs, rituals. Nothing supernatural. But Eldermoor isn't interested in what she believes. The house has men in it. Three of them. All dead. And all of them want her.