New Cover–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here.

I want to show off my new cover for His Weekend Wife (The Knight Brothers, Book 2).

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Unedited excerpt:

“Yes, I think I’d like to.” A wave of warmth came over her, burning her cheeks. She would have turned to run if her sister’s image didn’t pop up in her brain as a reminder why she was doing this in the first place. She started to place the purse on the table, but he took it from her and their fingers brushed. Unprepared for the sudden onset of scorching heat spiraling through her body, she jerked, dropping the purse to the floor. The latch popped open and the contents spilled out around her feet, a tube of lipstick rolled one way while a tampon rolled the opposite direction. Instantly, she went to her hands and knees, gathering her items and shoving them back into the handbag.

“I see you’re always equipped for the unexpected.”

His husky voice brought her chin up and they came face-to-face. My God, he’s a beautiful man. Taken by his pensive gaze, it took her a good five seconds to realize he had her extra panties dangling from his forefinger, an amused smile lifting the corner of his perfect mouth.

“Thank you.” She practically tore the lace from his finger and quickly deposited them back in the case. “One never knows when they might need an extra pair.”

“Were you planning on spending the night?” His laughing eyes drilled into her, seeping honey straight into her bloodstream.

“No, of course not.” Latching the purse closed, she stood, trying not to think too hard on the fact that he’d held her intimate garment in his hand and the pair of panties she had on were turning moist. She knew without a doubt that he worked fast in turning her inside out, but she wasn’t the type to move much faster than a turtle when it came to sex. The very reason why they waited until after marriage before they made love. She’d wanted special, and that was exactly what he’d given her. And probably why she hadn’t gotten anywhere close to allowing another man to touch her in a sexual way. Once a woman has known a distinctive emotion, that certain feeling that spins magic from her roots to her toes, she couldn’t imagine it happening a second time in a lifetime with another man.

Watch for it releasing soon!

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Don’t Judge – Anna Lund

Have we always been so judgmental? Or is it just social media that has brought it out into the open? I see so many posts of Facebook, Twitter, forums, etc. Even overheard conversations:

“I don’t know how anyone would want to read about BDSM. Or be aroused by spanking. Or think about male/male. Or imagine age play. Etc. Etc. Etc.” Underneath these statements slithers a thread of judgement which really means, “I think there’s something wrong with that. Wrong with a person who thinks that. Feels like that. Fantasizes like that.”

I’m sure that some of the things arousing to me would turn other people off immediately.  And vice versa. To each his own, as the saying goes. I don’t happen to like mushrooms but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with those who do.

And honestly, I don’t know if we really have control over our fantasies. The same things turn me on now that did from when I was old enough to have fantasies. And for a long time I thought I was alone in those fantasies, and I did think there was something wrong with me. I’m so grateful for erotic romance because I discovered that other people had all sorts of arousing fantasies too, and I could read about them and I could write about them. And I knew it was all right.

So I would never judge anyone else for their fantasies.I write spanking romances because I think they’re fun. And they turn me on. I don’t happen to care for age-play, but that’s okay.Lots of people do. I just leave those books to the ones who do.So why does judging have to come into it?

I know I’m probably preaching to the choir here on this blog. Our readers are a pretty open-minded bunch. Do the people shooting off those snarky comments do it on purpose, or do they not even think about it?

Just the rambling thoughts I had on my walk this morning…

Anna

 

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Karma pooping bird! Rhonda Lee Carver

Summer is on its way out the door.

To get in one last walk before the leaves are gone and there’s a distinct chill to the air, my dog and I took off for the park. While we were there we sat down on a bench and watched the ducks being fed by the pond. Along comes a mother with her two young children, a preschooler boy and an infant in a stroller. They were strolling along and the boy was dropping pieces of bread in his path and the ducks were happily grabbing them as fast as they were given. Then the bread ran out…

The boy was still being followed by the relentless ducks. Without bread he must have felt threatened. Or cornered. Or just simply tired of entertaining them.

He picks up a handful of rocks and begins tossing them at the ducks’ heads. The mother told him to stop, but she was preoccupied with the baby who was crying. The boy continued to use the ducks as target practice with bigger rocks, and then came the kicking.

Suddenly, a loud squawking sound was heard and the boy stopped and frowned. From where I sat the ooey, blue/purplish wetness could be seen splattered on his head. He started screaming, “A bird pooped on my head.”

No, I didn’t laugh, but I wonder where I can get one of those karma pooping birds?

Have you grabbed your copy of Roman’s Choice yet?

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This is what reviewers are saying…

“This book was rocking!!! If you are a fan of cowboys, girls with attitude who know how to put their man in his place, and Vegas, then what are you waiting for????? Grab this book up and find out how these things come together to grab your heart and steal your soul!!! Its beauty wrapped in words!!!”

“I have never read a book by Rhonda that has disappointed me and this one was possibly the best one yet! I absolutely loved this story and couldn’t put it down. My day job sure got in the way of my reading!! Pippa and Roman’s story was a love at first site and was amazingly written. I loved how the story showed their love developing and how they grew together!

I CANNOT wait to the other brother’s stories come out! I have a feeling this series might end up being my favorite!! Write faster Rhonda!!!”

“This is such an amazing story. Roman and his brothers are so funny, and Pippa and Brie were so cute with their “makeovers”!! I couldn’t stop laughing at the line: “Sweetheart, it looks like a makeup bag vomited on your face.” Roman and Pippa meet in Vegas and it is immediate attraction. Hot, mind blowing sex and a semi drunk wedding proposal and marriage in a chapel with Elvis. Catch your attention yet? You know the saying: “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?” Well, I promise you that this time it doesn’t. This is going to be a great new series by Rhonda. Lots of laughs, lots of hot steamy sex, and a few tears. I can’t to read more of Roman’s brothers.”

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“But your dressed the part. That’s a plus.” He skimmed his gaze over her, stopping at her aching breasts and staying even longer at the apex of her thighs before he lifted his curious gaze back to hers.

“These old things?” She tugged at the jeans and gave the toe of her polished boot a kick across the planks of the porch. “I just had this laying around in my closet.”

“I doubt that’s true, but I’m not complaining. I always love when a woman wears her thoughts on her T-shirt. What does this one say?”

She slipped off her flannel and tied it at her waist, showing off the tank she wore underneath. “Free hugs. Can’t beat ‘em.”

“I’d take the offering, but I have a feeling I might want to hear what you have to say first.”

“This might take a while, cowboy. Do you invite girls into your home?”

“Safety first. Can you be trusted?” He lifted a teasing brow.

“Honestly, it depends on the boy. One as sexy as you I might just misbehave.”

He pulled open the screen door and motioned her in. “Then by all means.” His smile was trophy-worthy.

She had one foot over the threshold when he caught her by the shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. He leaned in, bringing his wide chest so close to her nipples that his heat was like a magnet, making the buds swell and throb. His spicy scent swirled around her nostrils, teasing her, intoxicating her. Would he kiss her? Oh how she hoped he would.

He plucked something from her hair and held it out for her view. “A piece of straw. You’re turning into a country girl.” He laughed, causing her libido to stir like a witch’s brew.

“I’ve been called far worse, trust me.” She continued into the foyer where the AC was cranked up. The cool air made her nipples tighten. She must not have worn a thick enough bra because his interested gaze settled on her breasts and she swore she saw “Can I lick” written on his irises. She’d almost be willing to pull her shirt off, right here and now, just to have his hands on her.

He pulled his eyes to her face and she saw his jaw tighten.

She took a step back, then turned on her heel, standing in the doorway to the living room and taking in the décor. Bare white walls. A dark leather couch, matching chair, and a beige area rug that covered the polished wooden floor. The curtains on the large window were open to allow the sliver of light remaining in the day to flow in. It was nice, but functional.

“I see you shop at Bachelors-R-Us,” she teased.

He laughed. “I own half the stock.”

She scrolled to the fireplace where the only touch of personality was in a row of framed pictures. The first one was of five teen boys, all disheveled haired, thin bodies and smiles, some showing off braces. They looked so similar they had to be brothers.

“My brothers.” He must have read her mind. “Back when we were kids.”

“The similarity is unmistakable.” She found him standing in the middle of the room, deep dimples bracketing that gorgeous smile.

“Know which is me?”

She scanned the young men in the reflection and pointed to the one on the end. His hair was long, touching his ears and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He certainly had grown and widened in many areas. She smiled at the thought.

“Very good,” he said.

The next picture was of an older couple. Roman had the man’s facial features and the woman’s eyes. “This your mom and dad?”

“Yup.”

“Have you told them they have a daughter-in-law?” She laughed.

“They’re both gone.”

She shot him an apologetic look over her shoulder, her throat constricting at her error. “I’m sorry, Roman.”

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New release by Alice Gaines

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New release from Entangled Lovestruck.  Just One Week.  Out September 12. https://www.amazon.com/Just-One-Week-Alice-Gaines-ebook/dp/B01KTEH68K/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF812

“Alice Gaines will tantalize your romance taste buds with a book you can’t put down until the very last page.” NYT bestselling author Jasmine Haynes

Her brother’s best friend is not only the hottest man Michelle Dennis has ever seen, he’s the one man she hopes to avoid after leaving town eight years ago. Of course he’s the one waiting at the airport. Worse, he made sure they’re staying in the same house.

Pro football player Alex Stafford is expecting to pick up his friend’s kid sister, not a full-fledged bombshell. He was planning to apologize for their past, but the feelings he had years ago come roaring back…and this time, there’s no denying them.

Keeping his hands off is a test he’s bound to fail—especially when they’re stuck in close quarters. But falling in love with Michelle, living in her world, isn’t an option for a guy like him. And remembering that will save them both a lot of heartache…

Read below for an x-rated excerpt:  (Not work safe)

Michelle awoke from an incredibly erotic dream to discover the reason she’d become so hot and bothered. In her dreamscape, the man making love to her had Alex’s face and an incredibly huge erection. Something she’d never be able to enjoy in reality, but for sleep-induced fantasy, it worked just fine.

The actual cause of her arousal became clear as consciousness dawned. Alex had reached around her, and his fingers had parted the lips of her sex. One now toyed with her using the same amazing technique he’d done with his tongue the night before.

“What are you doing?” she said, her voice breathy with sexual excitement.

“Thought that would get your attention,” he answered.

Another reality penetrated the fog in her brain. He’d become erect, the outline of his hardness pressed against her ass. The texture of latex against her skin told her he’d managed to put on a condom without waking her.

He was going to give her sleepy sex—the kind you simply enjoyed and didn’t worry about your own response or your partner’s. Just for the hell of it, she let her mind drift back to her dream, and she was taking that huge instrument inside her and it was pushing her closer and closer to climax.

Just when things couldn’t get any more heavenly, he shifted, lifting her leg up and over his and positioning himself to enter her. Spread wide like this, she felt impaled on him as he filled her completely. Now, she had him stretching her while his fingers continued his magic on her most sensitive flesh.

Pleasure so absolute she couldn’t bear it, and yet it got even better as he moved inside her. If she’d thought the night before had been a fluke, she had to admit now that Alex could make her body respond in ways she’d never imagined. And she selfishly took all he was giving her with no thought to satisfying him. She’d pay him back. Oh yes, she would.

He was driving faster now, and he rubbed harder. As the arousal built to unimaginable levels, she gave in to the inevitable. The orgasm rushed through her, starting at the spot between her legs and radiating out to encompass her entire being. She shouted as the spasms started, and she gripped him again and again. So intense. So beautiful.

Behind her, he stiffened, and he let out a muffled roar against her shoulder. He’d be coming, too, making her climax all the more powerful.

After a minute, they lay together, both working for breath. He still held her against him as if he’d found a treasure.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said finally.

“You sure know how to wake a girl up.”

“Not just any girl. You.”

To celebrate the release, I’ll be raffling off this pair of hand-crocheted stole to someone on my mailing list.   multicolorshawl To join my mailing list, go to my blog:  http://www.alicegaines.blogspot.com

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Erotica, steamy, hot and sensual… author R.M.Simone’

  What TURNS YOU ON?   Is it sexual encounters of meet one time and never see again that liberates the sexual excitement and unknown parts of yourself going PRIMAL?   Feral love making is intense, basic needs and holds nothing back.

On the OTHER Hand…do you hope for a Relationship after a ONE NIGHT STAND that could be a forever more ‘keeper’?

Is CHEATING what set it in motion and now you are stuck with never having this the WAY you really wanted it to become?

What motivates you to go into a BOOK that is about EROTICA with steamy pages as you turn them with bated breath?   FANTASY…pure and simple and it’s all in the MIND.  Well, it’s also SAFE this way and allows you to explore all kinds of forbidden sexual encounters that will leave your panties ‘wet’ and you breathing heavy.   This is WHY WE WRITE EROTICA and let our Deeper Fantasies play out for you the reader to enjoy and yes, be TURNED ON BY.

As an author, I SMILE…

Deliciously so and warmly erotically writing on R.M.Simone’

Fifty Shades of Love trilogy and arcs   TANTRA takes Erotica writing to a whole new level

GUISE’ a Menage A Trois trilogy.  Can BUSINESS and Sexual Attraction work out? Blurred Lines and Career Pathway meeting.

GOTHIC GATES series is Alchemy in motion and True love transforming one into maybe becoming Immortal?

BBW His Kisses is about a vampire drawing her in her dreams to him in Paris and two simple erotica words.  “NIPPLE PLAY”

JUST a few titles of R.M.Simone’s and Erotica books…

 

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Biting is allowed…VAMPIRE Saga and Stories by R.M.Simone’ — The Owl Lady

BOOK V Saga Kismet love story and novels. How much does love PAIN when it happens and then it is GONE? https://booksbyroshandra.wordpress.com/…/book-v-saga-the-k…/ BBW series is a VOYEUR journey into Black Stardust with a vampire lover waiting just for them in Paris. Scarlett signs the ladies up. https://www.amazon.com/BBW-Bodacious-R-M-Sim…/…/ref=asap_bc… Beauty of a Man is a single novel […]

via Biting is allowed…VAMPIRE Saga and Stories by R.M.Simone’ — The Owl Lady

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Still Time for a Summer Lover – Anna Lund

Autumn is fast approaching. Summer always seems to fly by in a flurry of activities. Where I live in western NY summer is fleeting and we want to grab as much of the warm weather as possible. My book Summer Lover takes place in an area like this, where summers by the lake are magical and when fall comes, reality rears its lonely head. At least for our heroine, Hayley. Until her summer lover comes back again.

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Excerpt:

This weekend at the lake was going to be a royal waste of time.

Ethan Barrington had driven straight through from Philadelphia, anxious to get this exile over and done with. If anyone other than the Chairman of the Board, aka his grandmother, had insisted he take time off he would have bitten off their head. He had too much work to do to be stuck here on a tiny lake no one had ever heard of in upstate New York.

 He stepped into the great room of the two story cottage and was surprised not to be bombarded with the pink and purple paisley his grandmother had loved for as long as he could remember. She hadn’t mentioned she’d redecorated the place, but then, she could have done it any time in the past five years.

What the hell was he doing here? He had contracts to review and portfolios to appraise. They’d be bumping up against hard deadlines soon. He’d replied to at least a dozen urgent messages on the drive up, thankful that these new cars did everything but drive themselves. It was exciting to be expanding all their showrooms and increasing services, but it meant even more work for him. He didn’t have time for this.

Still clutching the handle of his laptop case, he looked out the bank of floor to ceiling windows that faced Barden Lake. The setting sun threw ripples of red and gold across the water. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned his top button, and without thinking, crossed the room and stepped through the French doors. The sky was on fire. He’d forgotten how beautiful the sunsets were here.

This secluded cove was unique, at least for Barden Lake. Dozens of cottages ringed the lakeshore, but except for the ones directly across the wide lake, only this cottage and the one next door were visible from here.

Our own little private cove. A musical voice he hadn’t heard in years whispered in his ear with the memory.

He was so engrossed in the setting sun, it was a moment before he noticed the movement off to the side in the water. With the sun low and behind her, all he could make out was a woman’s silhouette rising from the lake.

The water shimmered around her and each step revealed more of her breathtaking body. Water cascaded over her shoulders and down her chest. Her full breasts bounced with each step and he sucked in his breath when he caught a glimpse of her nipples. Her waist dipped in above nicely rounded hips, leading to long, trim legs. His eyes zeroed in on the wet curls at the juncture of her thighs and all his blood shot south.

Her body glistened as the drops of water on her skin picked up the remaining rays of the sun. He could tell the exact moment she noticed him standing there, staring at her like a voyeur. She stumbled a little as she stepped out of the lake onto the grassy shore, but she didn’t screech or call out to him or dive for cover behind the lone maple tree that marked the boundary between the two properties. Instead, she lifted her chin and sauntered slowly over to the large towel lying at the base of the tree.

He barely caught a glimpse of her face, but a memory of soft red hair with gold highlights, sparkling green eyes and a wide, sassy smile slapped into his brain. Could it be…?

His heart raced. Of course, it was. It couldn’t be anyone else. Hadn’t some part of him hoped he’d still find her here?

Ethan’s mouth watered as she slowly bent down to pick up the towel. Did she purposely turn so her tempting ass faced him? Was she teasing him? Or mooning him? Or begging for the slap of his hand? Whichever, he was now hard and hurting as he continued to watch her. There was no way in hell he could turn away now.

She didn’t bother drying herself off as she straightened and wrapped the large beach towel around her body. A ridiculous sigh of disappointment escaped his lips when she was covered. Her long wet hair flowed down her back like a waterfall and he wanted to run his fingers through it.

Then she turned to face him and the memories washed over him like that waterfall. Five years later, he still remembered her perfectly. Remembered every single sensation. Every cry of passion and need. Every touch and lick, every suck and slap of flesh against flesh.

You can still enjoy a sexy, emotional Summer Lover before the weather turns chilly.

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Wine, chips, & B&E–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here!

I’ve been attending a wine tasting group for several months. We don’t meet often (shucks!) and I don’t know many of the women very well. One of the ladies, we’ll call her Sue, invited a few of us over to her brother’s house for wine by the pool. When I arrived at the house I was in awe. The place was amazing and luxurious. I  was afraid to touch anything, but she said her brother is go-with-the-flow. We’re all sitting around, drinking, snacking, having a good time when one of the ladies comes back from the restroom asking, “Why aren’t there any family photos, or anything personal?”  Sue answers, “Ladies, I have a confession.” Her expression turned serious. “This isn’t my brother’s house. I don’t know the man who owns the place, except that he is out of the country on business.”

I spurt wine out of my mouth. We’re all in shock. Is she joking?

“I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I’ve had a problem for years, breaking into other peoples’ homes. I’ve been to the doctor, but the meds aren’t helping,” Sue said.

Okay, let me remind you. I don’t know this woman very well. She seems nice, head-together, cool…but I’ve had friends in the past who turned out crazy.

Then she starts laughing–so hard that she’s almost crying. “I had all of you! Haven’t any of you seen the movie The Gift?”

Yes, we made her prove that we weren’t trespassing.  And yes, I did see the movie The Gift!

I have a new series coming out September 6th! Saddles & Second Chances. Book 1 is Roman’s Choice.

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Blurb:

Five brothers. One ranch. Hold on…things are about to get rough and dirty.

Roman Jericho, and his brothers, are known in Texas for their striking good looks and skill as ranchers–among other things that keep the ladies hot on their tails. The last thing Roman wants, or needs, is another marriage that ends with an empty bank account and bed so he steers clear.

Relationship Guru, Pippa Wilder, is at the top of her career. Two bestselling, self-help books and speaking engagements all over the country, she offers advice that saves marriages. But if only her fans knew how upside down her own love life is. Relationship after relationship fizzled. When she sees tall, strapping, and handsome stroll into the lobby at the Vegas casino, she drops all logic into the slot, pulls the lever and watches her life spin in front of her. She’s lost in smoky blue eyes and callused hands–and that husky Texas twang.

After falling in lust, they do something real crazy. They find themselves drunk on hormones, standing before an Elvis impersonator getting hitched. When all hell breaks loose in the media, to save her career Pippa must save her marriage.

Roman has always been the ‘go-with-the-flow’ type so when his ‘wife’ shows up on his ranch needing his help he’s more than willing to oblige–especially if it means they’ll be husband and wife in every way. He’s got it bad for the petite, spitfire and can’t seem to get enough.

Finding themselves smack-dab in the spotlight and on the cover of trash magazines, Roman isn’t sure he’s cut out to be in the public eye–he wants his wife, but he refuses to be called Mr. Pippa Wilder. Roman realizes it’s time to make a choice…or take the lead. This could be fun, or very messy.

EXCERPT:

“This might take a while, cowboy. Do you invite girls into your home?”

“Safety first. Can you be trusted?” He lifted a teasing brow.

“Honestly, it depends on the boy. One as sexy as you I might just misbehave.”

He pulled open the screen door and motioned her in. “Then by all means.” His smile was trophy-worthy.

She had one foot over the threshold when he caught her by the shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. He leaned in, bringing his wide chest so close to her nipples that his heat was like a magnet, making the buds swell and throb. His spicy scent swirled around her nostrils, teasing her, intoxicating her. Would he kiss her? Oh how she hoped he would.

He plucked something from her hair and held it out for her view. “A piece of straw. You’re turning into a country girl.” He laughed, causing her libido to stir like a witch’s brew.

“I’ve been called far worse, trust me.” She continued into the foyer where the AC was cranked up. The cool air made her nipples tighten. She must not have worn a thick enough bra because his interested gaze settled on her breasts and she swore she saw “Can I lick” written on his irises. She’d almost be willing to pull her shirt off, right here and now, just to have his hands on her.

He pulled his eyes to her face and she saw his jaw tighten.

She took a step back, then turned on her heel, standing in the doorway to the living room and taking in the décor. Bare white walls. A dark leather couch, matching chair, and a beige area rug that covered the polished wooden floor. The curtains on the large window were open to allow the sliver of light remaining in the day to flow in. It was nice, but functional.

“I see you shop at Bachelors-R-Us,” she teased.

He laughed. “I own half the stock.”

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The Good, the Bad and the Ghostly #TGTBTG by @AnitaPhilmar & Friends

Hi everyone,
I wanted you to know that I’ve gone to the sensual side of the romantic genre for this box set, but I’m still playing with a historical, western setting.  So be warned this is not a hot erotic box set. Still, I do believe you will enjoy it so I had to share.

 

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What do you get when you mix cowboys with ghosts? A collection of eight (stand-alone) amazing stories from the Old West with haunts of every variety.

Fulfill your love of alpha cowboys and feed your addiction for the bizarre (and sometimes spooky) world when you download The Good, The Bad and The Ghostly.
New York Times, USA Today, Amazon Bestselling, and Award-Winning authors are pleased to bring you this fantastic boxed set!

 

Wild, Wild Ghost by Margo Bond Collins
With everyone she loves in the grave, Ruby specializes in the dead.

Comes An Outlaw by Keta Diablo
An outlaw returns to his childhood home to find his parents and brother dead, and the lovely widow in grave danger.
Long A Ghost, and Far Away by Andrea Downing
Ghosts are restless souls, and Lizzie Adams is one of them. How many lives will she get to find the perfect love?
A Ghostly Wager by Blaire Edens
Even a skeptical detective needs a little otherworldly help.
How the Ghost Was Won by Erin Hayes
There are ghost stories. And there are ghost legends.
McKee’s Ghost by Anita Philmar
The ghost living in his house might have saved him from an unhappy marriage and brought him the girl of his dreams but when his ex- fiancé returns, the same spirit turns his life upside down.
A Ride Through Time by Charlene Raddon
P.S.I. Agent Burke Jameson wants to find out if Eagle Gulch, Colorado has genuine ghosts. But he found far more than he expected, including a horse ride that could change his life forever.
The Ghost and the Bridegroom by Patti Sherry-Crews
She’s sent west to solve a case. What she finds will change her forever.
 Including:

 

Excerpt for McKee’s Ghost by Anita Philmar
The hands he’d dropped to her
waist shifted. One drew Ruth deeper into his embrace while the other nudged her
chin up with a knuckle until their eyes met. His searing gaze lit a fire,
heating her core and arousing every cell in her body.
“No. The gentleman in me
heads south whenever you enter the room. All I can think about is getting my
hands on you.” Konnor sprayed his palms over her back and tugged her deeper
against his chest. “I want you in a way I’ve never wanted a woman before, under
me screaming while I make you completely mine.”
She gasped. “But you don’t
even know me.”
“You’re wrong. Some instinct
inside me knew the moment we met you belong to me. Now, all I need to do is
convince you of that fact.” He dropped his mouth over hers. His kisses were
gentle and sweet one moment, demanding and urgent the next.
The crisp flavor of the apple
he’d just eaten played over her taste buds. Pleasure overruled the sound logic
of keeping him at a distance. Instead, she gave into the tempestuous assault to
her senses and slid her arms around his neck. Minutes passed. The hunger inside
her growing until she couldn’t catch her breath.
He tore his mouth from hers,
and she gasped for air. “Please, sweetheart, I’m not a patient man, especially
when I’ve waited so long for you. I need—”
“Don’t say it,” she whispered
and lowered her head to avoid eye contact. She’d tempted him, let him think if
he asked for more, she’d willingly give him whatever he wanted.
Realizing how much she
already cared for him, she rebelled against the likelihood of losing her heart
to another man. More than once, she’d fallen into the trap of believing a man
would love her no matter what.
Every time, she paid with a
broken heart. This time, she needed to give him a day or two to come to terms
with the true nature of her abilities. Once he saw her in action, he’d change.
The desire he felt would wilt until he had no feeling for her at all.
“I’m sorry, but we need to
take this slow.” She lowered her hands and pressed them against his chest.
“Now, you should tend to your horses.”
Konnor studied her for a long
moment before he slowly released his grip. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be back
as soon as I’ve finished my nightly chores.”
She nodded, and he turned for
the door with a sigh.
The light click of the latch
falling into place felt like a shot through her heart. She’d come here
determined to do her job and leave. However, Konnor had blindsided her with his
charm. She’d broken her new rule of not becoming involved with a client.
Now, she had to figure out a
way to keep her heart safe when everything inside her wanted to give in to
Konnor’s demands.
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Anita Philmar
 

 

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