Alesandra Weekley

When Lara vanished without a trace, Arthur’s world fell apart.

In the rugged hills of Scotland stands the seemingly forgotten estate of Woodrush Hall. Though the castle’s ancient stones are steeped in secrets, perhaps its greatest mystery is Rose who is now living at the estate as a servant—haunted by a tragic past.

Lady Buchan, the Marchioness of Woodrush Hall, does not hear the whisperings that echo through the ancient halls and candle-lit corridors of her own house. And she is certainly unaware that the mystery surrounding the servant Rose is entwined with her own secret.

The fragile walls of secrecy begin to crumble when Arthur, the son of the Duke of Belcourt, unexpectedly arrives at Woodrush Hall. Once Rose’s first and only love, his presence threatens to unravel everything she’s fought to protect.

Will Rose keep her true identity hidden—knowing that discovery could destroy them both?

Perfect for fans of gothic manor house romance mysteries and second chances. 

If you love romantic tension, mystery, emotional depth, and a touch of danger, Hidden at Woodrush Hall will sweep you away.

Ideal for readers who love:

• Gothic historical romance 
• Strong heroines with noble secrets
• Star-crossed lovers and second chances
• Passionate, clean romance
• An unforgettable cast of characters laced with wit and humor

For those who are Fans of Jane Austen and Charlotte Brontë ~ you will be swept away by this manor house romance ~ all neatly wrapped in historical splendor.

I especially love Arthur’s dreams—they’re full of meaning. At first, he doesn’t realize that they all point to Lara being hidden. It’s a subtle thread woven into the story, and one that may slip past on the first read. There’s also much more happening beneath the surface of the plot than it seems at first glance. Keep going—you’ll see it unfold!

I’ve always loved Mystery and Historical Romance, and I’m especially drawn to stories that explore identity and forgiveness. George MacDonald, one of my favorite authors, has deeply influenced me. I admire the emotional depth in his writing and wanted to capture some of that same richness in my own work. I also believe laughter is part of what makes us human, I love when a touch of humor finds its way into the story as well. ~ Alesandra

Rose’s heart froze. She had always known that the house had secret doors and secret rooms – Emilia had shown her two such rooms upstairs when she first moved to Woodrush Hall – so it made perfect sense there would be a secret door leading into the Marquis’ private study. But who besides himself would go through it? Especially at this time of night.

Remembering the ghost, her heart beat hard and fast. She gazed at the intruder with only the light of the moon and faint embers from the fire to illuminate the form. She sat and listened to the soft breathing of whoever it was who stood before her and was forced to ask herself, do ghosts breathe?

Rose paused to take in the view of the loch down the hill. The heavy fog which had rested on the lake earlier had blown away through the heather in the ravine and over the sloping hills. The night was now clear, and Rose looked in awe at the deep midnight–blue sky and the white caps that rolled over the surface of the loch. The soft waves were lifted by the wind, their tips glistened being touched by beams of cold moonlight.

Arthur saw a woman standing on the edge of the courtyard with her dress and long hair blowing in the breeze. Rose’s moon-lit face turn towards him… in the dark, it was difficult for Arthur to recognize the woman’s features, but he did catch a tinge of sorrow and concern in her eyes. It was the same sorrowful look he had often seen in Lara’s eyes many years ago, and the sight of it made him get up on his feet to run to her.

Claude Monet meets Lara and Arthur hand in hand at Belcourt Estate.

“Do you mind, Lara?” he asked, and Lara gave him permission with her eyes. “I have longed to hold your hand as we did when we were children,” Arthur said as he unbuttoned the glove at her wrist and gently tugged on the delicate fingertips. He slid it off her hand and put it deep inside his pocket…

 The two intertwined their fingers and walked in silence for a while, content to simply be together.