A Ghost of an Affair by Ellen March
Description:
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?
Excerpt:
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?”
“You’re dead.”
“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.
ENTER TO WIN IT!
About the Author:
Hello and welcome to my corner of the world :)
I live on top of a mountain in Wales ideal in the summer not so in the winter months or when it rains, which is a lot in Wales!
My three children have left home, however my life is still manic. I live with my husband he sadly won’t leave home but I live in hope (joke). I have one suicidal cat that really does have nine lives.
I have five Alaskan Malamutes. They own me literally as I never go anywhere without taking their hair with me, they insist! My hobbies are showing and working them.
My first love though is writing, it’s a total escape for me my selfish time :) Writing my books takes me from the mundane chores of work into another universe.
Since a child I devoured any written word and enjoy acting out my fantasies in print.
My ambition is to pack in my nine to five job and become a full time writer. Another one of my many dreams. I have stockpiled work of various genres, including my first love erotic romance, followed by psychological thrillers and supernatural so be prepared I am making my mark on the world of literature
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