Is her hot lover
real or really a ghost?
Blurb:
A writer's
convention at a haunted hotel gives author Jordan Kyle the perfect chance
to do research for her next book. While ghost hunting through the century-old
halls, she never expects to really find one. But when her sleep is filled with
erotic dreams and the starring sex god shows up in the lobby the next day,
she's not sure if he's real or a ghost with otherworldly desires.
Pragmatic cyber
security consultant Aiden Flannery only believes in what he can see and hear
and touch. But his dreams are invaded by a sexy redhead and her seductive peach
scent tantalizes him by day. He catches the merest glimpse of her
everywhere he goes then she's gone, like a whisper in the wind.
Are there
supernatural forces at work? Or is it their imagination? They only know,
whether awake or asleep, these ghostly seductions are hot, hot, hot and
they want more.
A writer's convention at a haunted hotel
gives author Jordan Kyle the perfect chance to do research for her next
book. While ghost hunting through the century-old halls, she never expects to
really find one. But when her sleep is filled with erotic dreams and the
starring sex god shows up in the lobby the next day, she's not sure if he's
real or a ghost with otherworldly desires.
Excerpt:
She’d barely dozed off when her nose twitched at the tease of
sandalwood in the air, and she felt someone caress her arm. Her eyes flew open,
and she started to scream, but a lean, masculine finger pressed against her
lips.
“Ssh,” he cautioned. “Don’t want to wake your friend.” He
held out his hand. “Come with me.”
It was him! Mr. Sexy, with the thick black hair and the
tantalizing scent. Holy crap. He wore a soft-collared shirt and slacks molded
to his exquisite physique.
A slight chill in the air wrapped itself around her but then
dissipated almost at once. Jordan knew she should protest, but every cell in
her body urged her to rise and go with him. He’d barely touched her, yet
already her nipples were hard and tingling and the pulse between her thighs was
thumping a demanding rhythm. She stared up at him, struck dumb.
“What— Who— What’s—” Apparently, she’d become totally
incoherent.
He winked and took her hand. “Come with me. We need some
privacy.”
As if she’d lost any will of her own, Jordan folded the
covers back and let him tug her from the bed. Silently, they crept out of the
room. Funny, she didn’t even hear the door open or the lock click back in place.
Then they were across the hall in what was obviously his room. The door was
barely shut before he pulled her into his arms. His lips a mere inch from hers,
he tunneled one hand through her hair to clasp her head in place and slowly
lowered his mouth to hers.
At first, the kiss was soft, playful, a wisp of a caress,
teasing at her senses. He moved his lips back and forth across hers, like the
brush of a butterfly’s wings. Then the tip of his tongue came out to trace the
closed seam, tickle at the corners, and finally prod her mouth to open for him.
When his tongue swept inside, a flame blazed throughout her body. He licked
every inch of her mouth, sliding over her teeth and the inside of her lips.
She trembled in his arms, clutching at him to keep herself
steady as the kiss went on and on. When he finally lifted his head, she was
breathless, her legs shaking, all from a mere kiss.
“You taste every bit as good as I imagined.” His voice was
husky, raw with need.
“You, too.” She licked her lips, relishing the completely
male flavor of him.
“I can’t wait to get my mouth on the rest of you.”
He slid one hand up and down her back in a slow caress,
fingers dancing along her spine and sliding down enough to cup her ass.
Lowering his head again, he trailed a line of kisses along her jaw and down her
neck, pausing at the hollow of her throat to circle the pulse beating there
with the tip of his tongue before moving to the sensitive spot behind her ear.
Shivers skated over her skin, and her pulse ramped up a notch.
With the bright moonlight streaming through the window, she
could see how dark his eyes were, with tiny flecks of gray. His hair felt as
thick and silky as it looked, and the scent of sandalwood enveloped her,
teasing her senses. She lifted her hands tentatively and stroked them over his
high cheekbones and along the line of his square jaw. Thick eyelashes and brows
softened the hardness of his face.
As she stared at him, trying to memorize every plane and
angle, he lifted her in his arms in one smooth movement and carried her to the
big four poster bed in the middle of the room. Grazing one more kiss across her
lips, he gathered the material of her sleep shirt in both hands and eased the
garment up and over her head. Heat flashed in his eyes as he took in the entire
naked length of her. The impact of his gaze sent shivers sliding over her skin.
Her breasts ached for his touch, and the steady beat between her thighs sent
out a note of urgency. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so aroused so quickly
with any other man.
She wanted his hands on her, his mouth, his body hard against
hers. His cock inside her. She was sure she would instantly combust if he
didn’t do more than just look at her.
He cupped her breasts in his palms, his hands cold against
her skin for just an instant then suddenly scorching hot, warming her blood.
Pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger, he tugged gently on them.
Heat streaked directly to her core, and a soft moan drifted from her lips. As
if trying to capture the sound, Mr. Sexy pressed his mouth to hers again, this
time a full, open-mouthed assault on her senses. His very talented tongue
whisked over the nerves in her palate and gums, licking gently as he kneaded
her breasts and scraped his nails lightly over her taut buds.
She clutched his biceps to steady herself, vaguely aware of
their hard, sculptured feel. The heat of his body seeped into hers, ramping up
her internal temperature even more. When he lowered his head to take one nipple
into his mouth, she gasped with pleasure. His wicked tongue circled the hard
bud, and his teeth scraped gently over the pebbled surface. She moaned again
and arched into the hot grasp of his mouth.
“So hot,” he murmured against her breasts. “So very, very
hot.”
Desiree
Holt has produced more than two hundred titles in nearly every subgenre of
romance fiction. She has won the EPIC Award for action/adventure, the Authors
After Dark Award for Author of he Year, The Holt Medallion and been featured on
CBS Sunday Morning and in The (London) Daily Mail, The Daily Beast, The Village
Voice, US News and World Report and The Huffington Post, to name a few. Her
stories are enriched by her personal experiences, her characters by the people
she meets. After fifteen ears in the great state of Texas she
relocated back to Florida to be closer to members of her family and a large
collection of friends. Her favorite pastimes are watching football, reading,
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