Last updated on June 24, 2025

Gatehaven by Molly Noble Bull is a Christian Gothic historical novel set in a haunting mansion in northern England, where Ian Colquhoun and Shannon Aimee battle a Frenchman with dark secrets—spiritual warfare versus the occult. Will they learn enough about God’s words to defend themselves and others, or will evil overcome them?
Here is a Short Interview with Mary Noble Bull
QUESTION: Tell us about the bad guy or guys.
MOLLY: There are several bad guys in Gatehaven. However, the main villain is a Frenchman with dark secrets and evil motives.

Chapter One
He stood at a window in his sitting room, smiling inwardly as he looked out. “The haunting presence that surrounds your mansion always amazes me, my lord.”
The young earl made no reply.
“Christians who read the Bible might say the atmosphere at Gatehaven is quite the devil’s doing. We both know why.” Leon/Etienne’s laugh had mocking overtones. He pulled his dark cape closer to his thin, shriveled body. “It’s a bit chilly tonight. Surely you must have noticed.”
“Of course I noticed.” The earl laughed from across the room. “An icy rain was coming down when I arrived. You might have to put me in a spare bedroom for the night, Monsieur. And why did you mention the Bible? Who among our circle of friends pay any mind to it?”
“A point is well taken.” The Frenchman pushed back a curl from his eyes.
“Still,” Leon continued, “to the local villagers, your estate is quite mysterious. It reminds me of structures I saw in France while growing up. And who can forget the red gate which gave Gatehaven its name?”
“When did you learn of the red gate, Monsieur Gabeau?”
“I learned the secret when your late father was the earl. You were but a boy then.”
Lightning cracked the night sky. Thunder boomed.
“I saw it again, my lord.”
“Really?” The earl’s weak smile indicated that he was mildly interested. “What did you see?”
“Gatehaven…during that flash of lightning.”
Someday, I will have Rachel and own Gatehaven as well, Leon vowed mentally.
The earl cleared his throat. “I’ve decided not to go to Scotland after all, Monsieur.”
“Not go?” Leon turned around in order to face him. “You must go.”
Leon Picard limped to his high-backed leather chair near the fireplace, tapping his cane on the pine floor as he went. “You will go.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“I said that you will go.” Leon hooked his cane on the arm of his chair. Then he sat down and reached for the portrait on the small table beside him. “I demand it.” Leon’s words, spoken with his usual French accent, hung heavy in the air.
The earl didn’t answer.
Leon thought that Edward Wellesley, the Earl of Northon, looked stiff—as if he’d suddenly turned to stone. At last, the earl gazed at Leon from a chair facing his.
“Demand?” The muscles around the young earl’s mouth slowly relaxed. “You have crossed the line, sir. Besides, I cannot go to Scotland. I have pressing business here. However, a French gentleman like you should enjoy such a journey.” His smile was edged in sarcasm. “Why not go yourself?”
“On these crippled legs? I think not. Besides, she would never receive me.”
“I am sorry. But it would be impossible for me to leave the country at this time.”
Leon turned, gazing at the fire flickering and popping in the hearth.
“You want the money, do you not?” He looked back at the earl like a hungry cat that had cornered a mouse.
“But of course. You know I need money to pay my gambling debts.”
“Precisely.” Leon didn’t miss the fleeting expression of fear that crossed the younger man’s face. “I recently bought all your debts. I will destroy them all, but only if you do exactly what I say. At dawn on the morrow, you will set out for Scotland. And do dress warmly, my young friend. It will be cold out.”
The earl’s forehead wrinkled. “You say her last name is Aimee, and she lives in the village of Luss. But how would an English earl meet a Frenchwoman living in Scotland?”
“I believe your family owns a hunting lodge near Luss, does it not?”
The earl shrugged. “Even if I saw her on the street or near the Loch, I would never recognize her. What is she called?”
Leon’s quick laugh held a trace of mockery. “In France, she was called Rachel. I see no reason why that would not be her name today.” Leon grabbed the pearl handle of his cane with his left hand, leaned forward, and handed the portrait to Edward. “Look at this portrait carefully. Burn it into your brain. When you have brought her to me, your debts will be paid in full—and not a moment sooner.”
“But how can I convince her to come to England? I don’t even know the woman.”
“You are a fine-looking young man with your gold-colored locks and blue eyes. I am sure you will find a way.” Leon rubbed his aching knee. “Romance her. That should meet with success. Tell her you love her and plan to marry her. Women like that. And my spies tell me that she is not wedded at the moment.”
“You have known me long enough to know, sir, that I am not the marrying kind.”
“Have you no wits about you?” Leon sent the earl a harsh glance. “I don’t want you to actually marry her—only promise that you will.”
“I cannot see how…”
“Tell her you want her to come to England to meet your family before the engagement is formally announced.” He smiled. “Yes, that would be the thing. She is a peasant woman, but well-educated.
Apparently, at one time her father was a teacher and a historian of sorts; she will understand that you must have your mother and grandmother school her in the ways of the quality before she becomes a part of it. And do smile a lot, Lord Northon. Let her see those sparkling teeth of yours.”
“I will do as you say. But I doubt it can possibly work.”
“It will work. Or you could find yourself in debtor’s prison.” Leon sent the earl another smile—long and slow and filled with hidden meanings that only Leon and Lord Northon could know. “And on your way back to England, stop by the chapel near Edinburgh your grandmother told you about. Do you know the one I mean?”
“Of course.”

Molly also sold novels to Love Inspired and Tsaba House. Westbow Press published “The Overcomers: Christian Authors Who Conquered Learning Disabilities,” a nonfiction book she wrote with four other Christian authors. Molly owns the rights to her Zondervan romance novels now, and she will soon self-publish The Rogue’s Daughter as an e-book. Rogue is a western set on a South Texas cattle ranch in 1890.








Thanks for posting today. Stormi ~ Lightning Book Promotions
I can't wait to read this book myself.
Thanks Stormi and Lorilyn. You are two ladies are the best.
By the way, you might want to change the title of this article from Mary Noble Bull to Molly Noble Bull. (grin) I love the name Mary, but I'm Molly.
Love,
Molly Noble Bull
Kudos for finishing the book. Kudos to @LorilynRoberts, a persevering author and mentor to other writers,