The Men Who Died for Me

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.