by Deena Remiel
6) You can have
a whole bunch of fun playing pranks on your friends.
5) You can get into movies with only 1 ticket.
4) You don't have to feed him or clothe him.
3) SEX games have endless possibilities.
2) Into a bit of voyeurism? Go on and show your sensuality while he watches!
1) Tortured souls are just too DAMNED SEXY!
5) You can get into movies with only 1 ticket.
4) You don't have to feed him or clothe him.
3) SEX games have endless possibilities.
2) Into a bit of voyeurism? Go on and show your sensuality while he watches!
1) Tortured souls are just too DAMNED SEXY!
Blurb:
Susannah’s married to her career. And she’s
about ready for a divorce. Drowning in grief over the loss of her husband years
ago, she initially immersed herself in a high-powered position at her marketing
firm. But recently, she’s lost that loving feeling. Is she finally able to
accept that her need for a man, for love in her life is stronger than her
desire to bury it?
Remy, once a high-profile building
magnate, is a ghost of a man, literally. Cursed by a vengeful ex-wife he
neglected, he’s relegated to shadows of his former world. She meant for him to
spend the rest of his life without the chance of normalcy ever again, and he
believed she succeeded. But could there be a way out?
Susannah and Remy, two people ghosting
through life, until they are brought together by a fateful One Night Stand.
Both are seeking re-entry to the land of the living and loving. Can they
fulfill each other’s deepest desires and learn what it means to live again?
Excerpt from Ghost of a Chance:
“Will you join me over here
or shall I join you in the mysterious shadows?”
“You’re lovely over there.
Stay. The way the light plays against your hair and sparkles in your eyes,
well…you’re breathtaking, Susannah.”
Rendered speechless by his
intensity, she stood as still as the statue they spoke of, and… blushed. Her
cheeks were on fire! Get a grip, Susannah! “Thank you. I….I, heck.” She blew
out a breath and started again. “Come over here so we can sit and get better
acquainted.”
He still didn’t move. Is he
so shy that he hides behind trees and in shadows?
“Do you think I’ll get to
see you before the night is over?” She heard a soft chuckle. Good, maybe a
little humor will loosen him up.
“Perhaps. I’m a bit nervous,
as you can no doubt tell. I haven’t had any success with this kind of thing
before.”
She took a step toward
him—she would have to be the aggressor. “Neither have I, and I’m a little
nervous, too.”
“You mentioned in your bio
you were interested in a magical experience. One that would ‘sweep you away’.”
His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat.
“Yes, I am.” She inched
closer to the frozen, outlined figure.
“Before you take another
step, you should know I’m different.”
“I read in the New York Times
that you became reclusive about ten years ago. You’ve taken great strides
toward ending that by being here now.”
“There’s a reason why I keep
to myself. It may startle you, so be prepared. I am very much on the magical
side of this world at the moment.”
Before she could move, he
did, which brought him out of the shadows and into the light. Susannah gasped,
startled at the transparency of the man who stood before her. Nervous laughter
bubbled in her throat.
“What is this, some kind of
joke? A holographic image projected here while you hide safe and secure in your
room?”
“I’m afraid not. I’ve been
living an alternative lifestyle lately.” He opened his arms as if to show
himself off and let them fall back to his sides. “And this is all I am. I’m a
ghost of a man, Susannah.”
"Holy shit!" She stumbled back and fell onto the fountain’s ledge. He
raced to her side to help, but his hands went right through her. Susannah
screamed and scrambled to the opening leading to the main thoroughfare of the
resort.
"Susannah! Wait! Please, let me explain! I haven’t always been this
way…."
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