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...the yearning and
feelings of Hart and Soul
by Bethany Michaels
were heart-wrenching.
The depth of emotions
can only make the reader
root for this couple,
hoping against hope that
they do find a way for
their love to exist....
--Enchanting Reviews
feelings of Hart and Soul
by Bethany Michaels
were heart-wrenching.
The depth of emotions
can only make the reader
root for this couple,
hoping against hope that
they do find a way for
their love to exist....
--Enchanting Reviews
I loved this story! Ms.
Michaels has the perfect
combination of wit and
wonderful heat, Hart and
Souls is a winner for
sure.
--Paranormal Romance
Reviews
Michaels has the perfect
combination of wit and
wonderful heat, Hart and
Souls is a winner for
sure.
--Paranormal Romance
Reviews
Each of these stories was
a delight to read. They all
had great heroes and
heroines...Samhain
Scorchers Anthology was
exactly that…scorching.
--Fallen Angels Reviews
a delight to read. They all
had great heroes and
heroines...Samhain
Scorchers Anthology was
exactly that…scorching.
--Fallen Angels Reviews
Ghost 'relocator' Jordan Hart has seen more than her fair share of spirits, specters
and ghouls in her line of work. But never has she met a spirit quite like the
handsome ghost haunting her client's mansion in nothing but boxer shorts and
hiking boots.
The ghost steadfastly refuses to believe he's dead and when the ghost moves in
with Jordan while she figures out how to help him, she discovers that he possesses
some very unusual 'talents'.
As she tries to solve the mystery of who he is and how she can help him
pass to the other side, she realizes that he would be the perfect man for
her. If only he wasn't already dead.
Available in print and e-book formats in the Samhain Scorchers
anthology.
and ghouls in her line of work. But never has she met a spirit quite like the
handsome ghost haunting her client's mansion in nothing but boxer shorts and
hiking boots.
The ghost steadfastly refuses to believe he's dead and when the ghost moves in
with Jordan while she figures out how to help him, she discovers that he possesses
some very unusual 'talents'.
As she tries to solve the mystery of who he is and how she can help him
pass to the other side, she realizes that he would be the perfect man for
her. If only he wasn't already dead.
Available in print and e-book formats in the Samhain Scorchers
anthology.
Jordan was just rinsing the lavender scented suds out of her hair when she felt it again. A quickening of her
heartbeat, the tug low in her belly, the delicious warmth spreading from her core outwards.
She swiped the steam off of the glass shower door and peered out. Tom stood just on the other side of the
glass, staring at her with a goofy sort of look on his face.
“What are you doing?” Jordan asked, instinctively turning her back to the ghostly figure. But not before she
realized he was completely nude. And very interested in what he saw.
“I don’t know. I was watching Sportscenter, then, I uh, thought about you in here all soapy and wet and here I
am.” He looked down. “And I seem to be naked, too.”
“Well, get out of here.”
“I tried.”
“Try harder.”
“Bad choice of words.”
“Turn your back, at least while I finish up,” she said, wringing out her hair. She accidentally brushed her
sensitized nipples and bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Her whole body was turning into one quivering
erogenous zone.
As she soaped her hands, she heard him humming. He’d turned his back, as she requested, But it wasn’t
helping. “Try reciting baseball stats,” she suggested. She ran her soapy hands over her arms and neck, then
over her already slick round breasts.
“I can’t remember any.”
This time she couldn’t hold in the moan. The steamy hot water, the sensation of her smooth slick skin, the
steady thrum of desire radiating from his nearness. It was all too much. She couldn’t help it. An image of Tom
sharing her shower popped in her head. His broad shoulders, those large hands roaming all over her body. She
opened her eyes and squeaked in surprise when Tom’s ghostly body appeared in her shower, not three inches
from hers.
“Hi,” he said sheepishly.
“What are you doing?”
“It sounded like you were having fun in here.”
Before she could insist he get out, he reached out with his ghostly hand and stoked her cheek. Heat.
Pleasurable heat exploded wherever his energy touched hers.
“How are you doing that?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, looking down at her through the steam. “But it feels amazing to me, too.”
The shower sprayed right through him, but he didn’t appear any more wet than he had any other time. He was
still naked, however, and standing at attention.
He traced her jaw line to the point of her chin. Jordan’s eyes fluttered closed and she embraced the sensation.
It had been a long time since anyone had touched her. A very long time.
He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and Jordan swayed on her feet.
Then she felt him.
Really felt him.
The soft brush of his lips on hers. His warm hands cradling her face. The impossibly hard, sculpted wall of his
chest. An even harder cock pressed against her soft, slick belly.
She should be freaking out, she realized somewhere in the back recesses of her mind. She didn’t fully
understand what was happening. She’d never heard of a ghostly energy turning into a physical thing. But it felt
good. So good she didn’t want it to end.
She squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his neck. His skin was wet, now, too. She threaded
her fingers through his hair and gave herself over to the sensation pounding a primal rhythm through her body.
He broke the kiss but didn’t let go of her.
“What’s happening?” he asked.
Jordan opened her eyes. He was still there.
“I don’t know.”
“Have you…ever done this before? I mean with someone who…”
“No. never.” She eyed him hungrily. She rubbed her hands over his chest, his flat nipples. He moaned.
“I want you, Jordan.”
“I don’t know if it’s possible.”
“Give it a shot?” he asked cocking a wet eyebrow.
“Absolutely.”
heartbeat, the tug low in her belly, the delicious warmth spreading from her core outwards.
She swiped the steam off of the glass shower door and peered out. Tom stood just on the other side of the
glass, staring at her with a goofy sort of look on his face.
“What are you doing?” Jordan asked, instinctively turning her back to the ghostly figure. But not before she
realized he was completely nude. And very interested in what he saw.
“I don’t know. I was watching Sportscenter, then, I uh, thought about you in here all soapy and wet and here I
am.” He looked down. “And I seem to be naked, too.”
“Well, get out of here.”
“I tried.”
“Try harder.”
“Bad choice of words.”
“Turn your back, at least while I finish up,” she said, wringing out her hair. She accidentally brushed her
sensitized nipples and bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Her whole body was turning into one quivering
erogenous zone.
As she soaped her hands, she heard him humming. He’d turned his back, as she requested, But it wasn’t
helping. “Try reciting baseball stats,” she suggested. She ran her soapy hands over her arms and neck, then
over her already slick round breasts.
“I can’t remember any.”
This time she couldn’t hold in the moan. The steamy hot water, the sensation of her smooth slick skin, the
steady thrum of desire radiating from his nearness. It was all too much. She couldn’t help it. An image of Tom
sharing her shower popped in her head. His broad shoulders, those large hands roaming all over her body. She
opened her eyes and squeaked in surprise when Tom’s ghostly body appeared in her shower, not three inches
from hers.
“Hi,” he said sheepishly.
“What are you doing?”
“It sounded like you were having fun in here.”
Before she could insist he get out, he reached out with his ghostly hand and stoked her cheek. Heat.
Pleasurable heat exploded wherever his energy touched hers.
“How are you doing that?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, looking down at her through the steam. “But it feels amazing to me, too.”
The shower sprayed right through him, but he didn’t appear any more wet than he had any other time. He was
still naked, however, and standing at attention.
He traced her jaw line to the point of her chin. Jordan’s eyes fluttered closed and she embraced the sensation.
It had been a long time since anyone had touched her. A very long time.
He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and Jordan swayed on her feet.
Then she felt him.
Really felt him.
The soft brush of his lips on hers. His warm hands cradling her face. The impossibly hard, sculpted wall of his
chest. An even harder cock pressed against her soft, slick belly.
She should be freaking out, she realized somewhere in the back recesses of her mind. She didn’t fully
understand what was happening. She’d never heard of a ghostly energy turning into a physical thing. But it felt
good. So good she didn’t want it to end.
She squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his neck. His skin was wet, now, too. She threaded
her fingers through his hair and gave herself over to the sensation pounding a primal rhythm through her body.
He broke the kiss but didn’t let go of her.
“What’s happening?” he asked.
Jordan opened her eyes. He was still there.
“I don’t know.”
“Have you…ever done this before? I mean with someone who…”
“No. never.” She eyed him hungrily. She rubbed her hands over his chest, his flat nipples. He moaned.
“I want you, Jordan.”
“I don’t know if it’s possible.”
“Give it a shot?” he asked cocking a wet eyebrow.
“Absolutely.”
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Of the six stories, my
favorites were Hart and
Souls by Bethany
Michaels and The
Raven's Curse by
Shannon Peters. I felt
both of these writers
gave me a complete
story. They introduced
the characters so that I
felt that I knew them and
neither of the stories felt
as if they ended bruptly.
They also had the most
erotic sex scenes in the
anthology.
--My Book Cravings
favorites were Hart and
Souls by Bethany
Michaels and The
Raven's Curse by
Shannon Peters. I felt
both of these writers
gave me a complete
story. They introduced
the characters so that I
felt that I knew them and
neither of the stories felt
as if they ended bruptly.
They also had the most
erotic sex scenes in the
anthology.
--My Book Cravings