Grace McGillis is over the moon to have won the love, or at least the favor, of Dr. Sage Gerret, the resident heartthrob at the hospital where she is a receptionist. Sage hopes to "improve" her: to inspire her to eat and drink less and educate herself about fine art and music. Everyone sees Sage as a great catch. Why else would Grace put up with his barbs about her appearance and his uninspired lovemaking? Enter Breece, an adoring alpha male who is out-of-this-world in bed. That is not surprising, for he is, after all, a ghost. Though Sage may not be anyone's dream date, he is alive. Grace is falling in love with Breece, but is love enough? Even if fate allows her ghost lover to continue his delightful haunting, how will this couple find love everlasting?
|Publisher:||Epicenter Press, Incorporated|
|Product dimensions:||5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.54(d)|
About the Author
Ellen March and her husband live on top of a mountain in Wales, which is ideal in the summer but not so much in the winter months or when it rains. She has three grown children, one suicidal cat--it really does have nine lives--and five Alaskan Malamutes. One of her hobbies is showing and working them. Ellen's first love, however, is reading and writing. Since childhood, she has devoured every romance and fantasy she can get her hands on and enjoys acting out her own fantasies in print. Her body of work includes erotic romance, psychological thrillers, and supernatural fantasies. She has published three novels in the Doms of Drakos series--Escorting Sydney, One Night in Heaven, and Shadow Play (Ravenous Romance)--and two with Fanny Press so far: Promises and His Girl Friday. Fanny Press will be publishing more of Ellen's erotic romances in 2014 and beyond. You can find her online at ellenmarch.jimdo.com.
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Breece cast his eyes around the lounge, at the empty wine bottles littering the floor. He couldn't figure out what had happened. Had he gotten pissed up and wandered into a strange house? Picked up a girl and come back to her place?
He didn't have a clue. All he knew was that he felt confused, strange. He also wondered why he had his training clothes on. Why would he have been out on the pull wearing a T-shirt and joggers? It didn't make sense.
Suddenly a woman walked into the room. She ambled past him as if he wasn't there. And one thing Breece knew was that no female ever ignored him.
"Hey," he called.
She continued to snub him. Standing in front of the mirror, she weaved and stumbled. Her fingers locked into the end of the plait of hair she struggled to unfurl.
Breece realised she was drunk. "Oi, I'm talking to you."
"She can't hear you," said a male voice from behind him.
Breece jumped and stared at the man before him. He wore an old fashioned costume and looked as if he'd just stepped out of Pride & Prejudice. That was the one period film he'd watched, and only because someone--he couldn't remember who, but it must have been a woman--had insisted.
Breece glanced back at the woman, who continued to ignore him; however, she'd managed to loosen her hair. It fell around her hips in a blaze of fire. He felt his cock twitch. He loved long hair, and had the crazy urge to trail his fingers through it. "What do you mean, that she's deaf?"
"There's nothing wrong with her, my friend." The man with the long sideburns grinned. "It's you."
"Me? What are you talking about?"
"Run that by me again?" Breece brushed a hand through his hair and wondered what lunatic asylum this man had escaped from.
"You're dead, have been for a quite a few years. But not as long as me, obviously."
"Fuck off." He looked around. At any moment someone would run in and shout, "Joke."
"It's true, my friend, and that lady over there summoned you."
Breece scrubbed a hand over his eyes and shook his head. "I think I'd better go. I don't know how I got here, but I'm leaving. Now!"
"Go on, touch her."
Breece paused and turned. His gaze once again fell on the woman. He sucked in a breath and slowly, almost against his will, moved towards her. Something attracted him. She exerted a strong pull, one he'd never experienced before. He came to stand behind her and stared into the mirror. His reflection gazed back.
"I can see myself."
"You're a ghost, not a vampire," chuckled the stranger.