The women in her family have a history of falling in love with ghosts. Aoife's positive she's the exception to the rule.
She's wrong.
Aoife "Fee" Gowdie is exploring a derelict London music hall when she discovers a seventeenth century theatre below. The problem? It's got a seventeenth century ghost in it. And he has a pet—Fee's mouse, the one she buried that morning.
Gilbert "Gil" Sorley—orphan, thief, actor, playwright—was born in 1613 and died . . . The jury's still out on that. He remembers the moment. The fight, the blade, the blood. It's been a gray wasteland since then. Until the miracle of her. And the mouse.
The old theatre has protected Gil for centuries, but now it's slated for demolition. To stop time and death, Fee and Gil have nothing except desperate, impossible love. Is it enough?
