Sometimes stories are born from sheer
imagination and some are born from telling the truth, no matter how hard it is
to share with anyone, not to mention the world.
My Dom
of the Dead was a bit of both. I’ve lost people who meant the world to me,
ones so dear that you cry years after they’re gone. I’ve lost folks who I still
whisper to when I’m scared or stressed, hoping somehow my words will find them
wherever they are. I’ve had those moments when you’d give absolutely anything
to have a chance to say just a few more words to them or hear their voice just
one last time.
Carson in this story? She gets that.
The rest of what happens to her is simply fantasy fulfillment, but if you could
call up anyone from your past…have just one last time to speak with them
whether they’re dead and gone or just not in your life…
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She couldn't imagine living without
him.
After Carson Black's longtime crush and
best friend, Randall Stokes, dies in a motorcycle accident, she openly weeps at
his funeral. In the ensuing days and weeks of inconsolable grief, she hears his
voice, smells his scent, feels his desires. She must be going mad.
He was afraid to demand what he needed.
Dominant Randall Stokes loves Carson
but never expressed it while alive, never daring to dream the sweet girl next
door could be the submissive he needed to find satisfaction. But after his
death, a much clearer perspective of her needs, wants, and desires emerges.
A ghost of a chance...
Is it too late to have what they've
both longed for?
©2013
Virginia Nelson; (P)2014 Virginia Nelson
About the Author
Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what you
know.” Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full
of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself. When
she’s not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out
with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and
scream at inanimate objects. Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up
armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to
say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are
full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.
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