New Book A Ghost for Christmas
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A Ghost for Christmas
Kacey Hammell
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Release Date: December 6th
ISBN# 978-1-77130-211-1
Blurb
:
After receiving a long weekend at an elegant hotel beside the majestic
Niagara Falls as a Christmas gift, Jodie Gibson is determined to do nothing but
relax and enjoy the scenery. And, okay, just maybe meet someone who makes her
toes curl.
Sebastian is sophisticated, tall, dark and gorgeous--everything a woman
fantasizes about. But he's also an 18th century ghost. He haunts the
halls of the hotel, seeking the one true love that can help him find peace…
About the
Author:
Kacey is a
multi-published erotic romance author who writes mainly in the
Contemporary/Romantic Suspense genres.
She is a true romantic at heart.
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Excerpt:
Excerpt ©
Kacey Hammell
As
she peered into the reflective glass, a face appeared behind her. Jodie whipped
around and fell back against the window.
Oh my fucking God!
Before
her, in what looked like a shimmering bubble, stood the most breathtakingly
beautiful man she’d ever seen. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, he had
dark unruly hair and striking, magnetic blue eyes that held her in place.
Jodie
blinked, uncertain, scared and breathless.
How
was it possible? She’d read the newspaper clippings, yes, but it was unimaginable
to think ghosts might actually walk among the living.
Not
everything made sense. She only believed in things that could actually be seen,
felt and touched. This seemed surreal.
Stunned
by the apparition before her, dressed in what looked like centuries-old clothes
straight out of Esquire, he seemed to
look straight through her, and his smile warmed her clear to her toes. Lord,
she was in trouble.
“Hello.”
Soft and gravelly, his voice alone seduced her…all the way to her toes. Her
body quivered and her center tightened.
Whoa. What the hell am I
thinking? There’s a ghost in front of me
and I’m ready to jump his bones. Not bloody likely.
“What
are you doing here? Get out. I don’t
care who you are, you’re leaving, right now.”
He
frowned. “No need to be frightened. I’ve
been here for centuries.”
Jodie
laughed, and not one to wilt like a scared little girl, stood tall. “This is
all a joke.” She looked around, up and down, and all over the room. “Are there
hidden cameras somewhere? Hey, Ashton,
if you’re behind the camera, you can come out now. I’ve been Punk’d
good. Thanks and all, but I’d like to get on with my evening without you.”
“Who is this Ashton? What is a punk? A rake, perhaps?” he asked.
Jodie
squinted. “A rake?” She hadn’t ever heard that term spoken, but
had read it in historical romances. No one talked like that these days. “No.
Never mind, it’s not important. Listen, I just want you to go. I want to enjoy
my evening.”
His
smile was gentle. “I’m sorry, my dear, but this evening every decade is the
only time I am visible to the human eye. I never miss a chance to watch the
Falls.”
Every decade…
“You’re
telling me you do this every ten years? How old are you?”
“I
was born in 1781. That makes me—”
“Two
hundred thirty-one,” Jodie whispered, legs weak. She grabbed the back of the
chair nearby and sat down. Were such things even possible?
Jesus.
An
eighteenth century ghost stood before her.
Merry Christmas to me.
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