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Saturday Sizzler: Lonely No More

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Lonely No More

Excerpt Rating (R): William Becomes Solid

Genre: Paranormal, Contemporary

ISBN: 978-1-59578-552-7

Novella

Blurb:

Five years ago on Halloween, author William Moore carelessly broke up with a witch. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well. Cursed to a lonely non-life as a ghost, trapped in his own home, he never expected to do more than exist in the world his ex had created. Except now he’s got a new roommate in the form of fellow author, Alyssa Washington, and he doesn’t anticipate his strong attraction to her. As their simmering emotion sparks life within, he yearns to become mortal once again.

Can his newfound feelings give him what he wishes for most?

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Aly awoke, feeling a heaviness lying around her waist, trapping her arm and leg. When she tried to move, she found she couldn’t. Fear made her squirm even more until the heaviness on her leg slipped away. She felt warm, moist air caress her cheek and then heard an inhalation of breath. Will! And he’s become solid!

 

Sighing, she relaxed while trying to figure out how to get out from under him. Every so often sharp needles of pain shimmered through her leg as it woke up from its slumber. When he rolled over to the other side of the bed, she scrambled up to get off the mattress. When she tried to stand, her leg wouldn’t support the weight and she ended up falling to the floor on her butt.

 

Groaning, she lay down on the floor, her leg prickling. To add to her pain, her arm was awakening. The pinpricks of pain shimmered up and down her arm. She gritted her teeth.

 

“Aly? Aly, you okay?”

 

“No, I’m just lying on the floor for my health,” she retorted, sharper than she had intended.

 

She heard the bed creak as he got off the mattress. He floated naked over her. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes remained glued to the large, thick shaft standing at attention. He crouched down, then reached out and ran a hand through her hair. “You okay?”

 

“I fell.” She continued to stare at his cock, now closer to her mouth. She had an urge to raise herself up and take it in her mouth. She managed to drag her eyes away, and ignored the way her body throbbed and ached. How tight her skin felt. The way the room had become blazing hot instead of nice and warm. She swallowed and tried to sit up on her own. If he touched her, who knew what she would do. Once upright, she noticed that her leg and arm were no longer prickling but her ass hurt. William continued to crouch down next to her.

 

“Let me try and help you up,” William suggested.

 

“No, no. I’m fine.” She struggled to get to her feet while trying not to brush up against William. It was a difficult feat. She wanted to lean into him, feel his body and strength against hers again. As she swayed once on her feet, William straightened up quickly, solid hands reaching out to clamp down on her upper arm, helping to steady her.

 

“Come on, let’s get you into bed,” he urged.

 

“I don’t need your help.”

 

“Don’t push me away.” His voice was soft, edged with an emotion she couldn’t identify. Aly gazed up at him to find his body was wrought with tension, as if waiting for something to hit him. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off.

 

“It was lonely here before you. I was lonely. I went from woman to woman, and while in college I drowned myself in travel without really enjoying where I was or what I was seeing. It was all research to me. Now, I wish you had been with me. I couldn’t take it if you ran from me because of something I said or did.”

 

He finally looked into her eyes. His eyes shimmered with emotion. A lump formed in her throat, she wasn’t sure what to say. She knew what it was to be lonely, to lose yourself in life instead of dealing with the ache in your heart as you watched other people finding something, someone, wondering when you would become one of them. She may not have gone through men like they were water, but she had developed habits to help her ignore how empty her life was. She had fallen into a routine that held no joy for her. She loved writing but grew tired of her characters having the happy ending she wanted.

 

Aly couldn’t figure out how he had done it. How he had carved out a niche in her life that made her want things she hadn’t thought possible. Now, some of her desires were in reach and tangible. “I understand what you’re saying. I know what it is to be lonely.” Her voice was soft and yet it sounded deafening in the quiet room. “I fell into a routine without living life. I was numb and now…” She wasn’t sure what to add, everything circling in her head sounded so cheesy and inadequate. “Now you’re not alone anymore. It’s like you’ve found something that you never thought possible and everything feels so natural.”

 

His hand came up, his fingers slipped over her skin like a whisper. “That’s how I feel with you. I can’t figure out how you did it. You just showed up and everything feels better, right. My family, with the exception of Deacon and my uncle, treated me like a nuisance that had disgraced them somehow because I refused to be their poster boy for good behavior. And when I left they were actually appalled. Now I’ve found you and you fit perfectly into my life.”

 

His fingers slipped down the side of her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm. He took hold of her wrist, held her hand palm up, and threaded the fingers of his free hand between hers. His hand felt solid. She closed her fingers around his and they stood like that for a while, staring at their joined hands. A tear slid down her cheek. Overwhelmed with emotion, unsure of how to put into words what she felt, her eyes silently pleaded for him to say something.

 

He nodded. “I know. I feel the same way.”

 

He lowered his head, and she made no move to stop him. He brushed his lips against her, softly at first, the touch tentative. When she didn’t pull away, he pressed his mouth to hers. Their heads rolled from side to side slowly. The kiss began to transform from soft and sweet to heated and passionate. His tongue slipped along the seam of her mouth and she parted her lips, giving him permission.

 

Burning, her body was on fire and wound so tight she became afraid that she would break. Her core clenched as her pussy became drenched in her juices. Her clit throbbed with need. Her sex tingled with arousal. She began to rock her hips, wanting to feel the solidity of his body against hers. Their kiss became frenzied as her body continued to move against him.

 

She pulled her face away, a cry of frustration on her lips. “I want to touch you, feel you.” She glanced down at their still connected hands. His fingers were fluctuating between fuzzy and solid. His touch went from warm to cool and back again.

 

Anguish contorted his features. “I want to, taste you, touch you, and feel you too. I wish to the gods I could be with you. I ache with longing to be with you.” William’s voice was harsh with torment.

 

She let go of his hand and began to pace. Her body ached, her skin was too tight. She was wearing too many clothes. An idea came to her. “There is a way, but you can only watch me. I know it’s not…”

 

He cut her off. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”

 

She began to shed her clothes; shirt, sweat pants and panties landed in a pile on the floor. She looked up at him, and her breath caught to find his eyes practically burning into her. His gaze only incited the flame that burned within her.

 

“You take my breath away,” he murmured. He reached out, his translucent fingers trailing over her chest, and the tip of a finger made contact with her nipple.

 

A shock of electricity went straight to her clit. Her hips jerked forward and she moaned. “Again, another touch like that,” she urged.

 

He circled the single finger around the areola before pinching the tightened nub. Another soft cry passed her lips as a gush of liquid warmth slipped down her thigh. Her aching channel clamped down on air as the fire in her body blazed hotter. He transferred his attention to her other breast, repeating the action. More, she needed more.

 

“Enough,” she said, her voice ragged as she tried to gain control over herself. Aly walked over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress. She lay down, spreading her legs wide, showing him the slick, thick lips of her sex.

 

“Come to me. Watch me as I make myself come for you.” She turned her gaze toward him, waiting for him to come and join her on the bed. She didn’t have to wait long. The mattress dipped under his weight, the outline of his body rippling, pulsing, almost as if she was seeing his eagerness and anticipation.

 

“Can you … can you touch yourself? Can you get relief that way?” She couldn’t stop the questions. Part of her felt nervous, she had never masturbated in front of someone else before. The other part of her wanted to relieve the pulsating ache between her legs. She watched his hand move, as if in slow motion, toward his stiff shaft. His fingers wrapped around his cock. Breathlessly, her eyes followed his hand moving up and down the thick shaft. She swallowed, squirming slightly.

 

“Touch yourself. I want to watch you come in front of me,” he urged, his voice deep and gruff. His eyes narrowed to slits, dark green glittering behind the frame of dark brown lashes. She moved her hand, fingertips trailing between her full breasts down her stomach and over her mound before slipping between her thighs. She parted the thick lips of her sex, exposing the engorged bud. Heat shot through her as an image formed before her eyes, of him between her thighs, his teeth gently tugging her clit, tongue flicking the sensitive bud before sucking the nub into his mouth.

 

Her hips arched off the mattress. She could feel his mouth tugging, sucking, and pleasure rushed over her as fire danced on her skin. She felt hands on her breasts, squeezing, massaging the globes. Fingers pinched, rolled and tugged on the turgid peaks. Electricity shot to her clit, and heat spread through her groin with each pull of the phantom lips. Lifting her head off the pillow, she gazed down her body–there was no one there. He sat on his haunches before her, stroking his cock, eyes glued to her pussy.

 

The invisible mouth stopped its ministrations.

 

“Touch yourself,” he urged.

 

With just her fingertip, she began to circle her clit. Pleasure ran up her spine, her body arched upward as she increased the pace. She circled faster and faster, his hand moved faster over his shaft, matching her pace.

 

He groaned. “I wish I could taste you.”

 

She cried out, and felt something thick sliding into her needy channel. Her core clamped down on the invasion. She knew it was him. He stretched her walls. “More. I need more of you.”

 

Her fingers picked up speed, rubbing harder, occasionally pinching her clit. Pain and pleasure clashed within. Her orgasm coiled tighter and tighter. He pushed farther inside of her until he reached her cervix. She clamped her inner walls around his phantom cock. He pulled back and thrust forward, harder. He began to pound into her while her finger worked her clit. Phantom fingers pinched, tweaked and pulled her nipples. A finger circled around her anus.

 

Sweat slid over her skin. Her body sunk into the pleasure and pain.

 

“I wish I was whole, solid. I wish I could be inside of you, making love to you properly. This isn’t enough. It will never be enough until I feel you around me, surrounding me. Let me show you what I want to do to you.”

 

An image surfaced in her mind of what he wanted for them…

 

He grabbed her hips, pulling them against him, holding her still as he thrust himself against her. The hardened shaft rubbed between them, the thick head slick, a pearlescent drop of need at the tip. His cock pushed forward and retreated, sliding against her belly. The image was so erotic.

 

She wanted to watch that cock sink into her pussy, watch him as he fucked her, claimed her. A burst of fire washed over as need rode her.

 

She continued to watch the image, her finger circled faster and faster as the scene progressed. Her cunt contracted. Moisture gushed from her pussy.

 

The images continued. He stopped rocking against her and lay back. He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke the thick shaft. Pearls of desire formed from the slit at the top and dribbled down the shaft.

 

She yearned to taste the salty sweetness of him. Wanted to take him into her mouth and suck him until he came. Instead, she watched herself crawl up his body, admiring his athletic legs dusted finely with dark red hair. Stopping between his thick, muscular thighs, she sat up on her haunches. Bending over at the waist, she raised her head and looked up at him, making sure he was watching what she was about to do. His emerald green eyes were trained on her. Holding his gaze, she flicked the tip of her tongue over his slit, once, twice, three times.

 

She watched his body shake slightly, and smiled. She moved to the other side of him and lay down, waiting for him to cover her body. In that moment, all she could see, feel, think and hear was him. Nothing else mattered. She didn’t have to wait long; his body covered hers in a matter of seconds, his heat enveloping her. His musky scent intoxicated her. His hair covered them, blocking out most of the light in the room.

 

His heated gaze held hers. Bending her knees, she planted her feet on the mattress and tilted her hips upward in invitation. Balancing on one hand, he reached between them. She felt the thick head of his cock at her entrance. Her body stilled, anticipation hummed between them. She waited, the seconds ticking by so slowly. She was about to demand he move when his hips shot forward. She cried out at the burst of pain as he entered her. He was thicker than she had thought. He stretched her as no other lover had. He paused, just his cockhead inside her slick channel. Her inner walls contracted around him, trying to pull more of him inside of her.

 

She moaned. The thickness began to pound her pussy as he showed her what their lovemaking would be like. The phantom fingers continued to tug, pinch and roll her nipples. Her orgasm coiled tighter and tighter within her belly.

 

“William.” She moaned. There was nothing else she could say.

 

He growled. Fire rushed over her, in her, the blood in her veins was burning. It didn’t hurt. A mouth moved over hers, capturing her lips, nipping, tugging and sucking on her plump bottom lip. Groaning, body arching, finger dancing, pinching, running around her clit faster, harder, the dream-like sequence progressed as her body became enveloped in heat.

 

She wrapped first one leg around his waist and then the other, crossing her ankles, drawing him deeper inside of her. They moved together, thrusting, rubbing against one another.

 

“You feel so damn good. Fuck.” He grunted as he began to pick up the pace, moving faster. She met his thrusts with ones of her own. Slipping her arms around him, she slid her hands down his already slick back, over the hard cheeks of his ass, digging her nails into the firm flesh. He groaned as he pounded into her. The sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the air.

 

“Yes, harder, fuck me harder,” she urged. Her diamond-hard nipples rubbed against his chest, causing arcs of electricity to shoot to her clit. She clenched her walls around him, and her orgasm built, her stomach tightening. With each thrust he hit her cervix, pleasure mixing with pain. He circled his hips, rubbing over the G-spot. She cried out as a burst of ecstasy washed over her.

 

“Mine, you’re mine,” he declared before lowering his head and taking her lips in a possessive kiss. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth. She moaned, her body moving with him. He let go of her lips. “Say it, say you’re mine,” he demanded, pounding into her.

 

“I’m yours, all yours.”

 

“Damn right.”

 

Aly circled her fingers faster and faster around her clit as she watched the image of him fucking her harder, pounding into her. She was on the edge of coming.

 

“So close, almost there.”

 

She pressed down on her clit. Fire burst over her. Her legs began to shake as she came. Her head tilted back as she cried out his name.

 

The image in her head of him pounding into her made her moan. With each thrust, he uttered the word, “Mine.”

 

She wished it was real. Wished it wasn’t just a fantasy being shown to her. She wanted him to come inside of her, feel the warm, liquid rush of his seed coating her core. She wanted to feel his hot, slick body against her, his hot, moist breath against her cheek as he panted, trying to regain his breath. She yearned to feel him as he became flaccid inside of her and yet remained, and their combined fluids slipping out of her. Aly moved her finger away from her clit. Her muscles twitched and jumped from aftershocks and yet it still wasn’t enough…

 

The image faded. She took in William’s face, and saw his features contorted in anguish and need. His hand continued to stroke his thick cock. He hadn’t come.

 

“William,” she said softly. He shook his head, head tilted back, jaw clenched, neck muscles straining. He was trying to so hard.

 

“I wanted to come with you. Wanted to join you in ecstasy.” He let out a frustrated grunt before his hand fell away from his still hard cock. His head fell forward, hair hiding his face. She wanted to reach out to him, touch him, reassure him but there were no words that came to mind. With a harsh cry he vanished, and she lay there, tears slipping from her eyes.

 

She rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball. Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried for him. His pain felt as if it were hers.

 

“Oh, William, I hope we find Irena soon, you’ve suffered enough.”

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Sunday Snippet: Lonely No More

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Lonely No More 

Excerpt Rating (PG-13): The Curse 

Genre: Paranormal, Contemporary 

ISBN: 978-1-59578-552-7 

Novella 

Blurb: 

Five years ago on Halloween, author William Moore carelessly broke up with a witch. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well. Cursed to a lonely non-life as a ghost, trapped in his own home, he never expected to do more than exist in the world his ex had created. Except now he’s got a new roommate in the form of fellow author, Alyssa Washington, and he doesn’t anticipate his strong attraction to her. As their simmering emotion sparks life within, he yearns to become mortal once again.

Can his newfound feelings give him what he wishes for most?

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His fingers slipped down the side of her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm. He took hold of her wrist, held her hand palm up, and threaded the fingers of his free hand between hers. His hand felt solid. She closed her fingers around his and they stood like that for a while, staring at their joined hands. A tear slid down her cheek. Overwhelmed with emotion, unsure of how to put into words what she felt, her eyes silently pleaded for him to say something.

He nodded. “I know. I feel the same way.”

He lowered his head, and she made no move to stop him. He brushed his lips against her, softly at first, the touch tentative. When she didn’t pull away, he pressed his mouth to hers. Their heads rolled from side to side slowly. The kiss began to transform from soft and sweet to heated and passionate. His tongue slipped along the seam of her mouth and she parted her lips, giving him permission.

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Strange Hollow: Seducing a Wallflower Out New

Blurb:
All Nia Reynolds has known is being seen and not heard. Being the only one in her family to not have magical ability is hard. On her thirtieth birthday, all Nia wants is to do something different. When she enters Sensual Were on a dare from Jacinda, she doesn’t expect the instant attraction to sexy store manager Bishop Steward.

Bishop has had his eye on the sweet and innocent Nia since he first came to Strange Hollow. After being publicly shunned by his pack and his mate, he came to Strange Hollow to recuperate and be among outcasts like himself. Now that his heart is mended, he wants to go after love again and has Nia in his sights. This wallflower doesn?t stand a chance against his onslaught. So what if he insists of public displays of a sexual nature, can?t stop whispering sweet, dirty nothings in her ear, and gives her a birthday to remember? It?s only for a night, right? A sexy werewolf like him wouldn?t want a shy girl like her? Right? Wrong–and he’s got a lot of tricks up his sleeve to convince her she?s just what he wants.

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Excerpt:
Thirty. The big three-O. Another year older. Nia sighed heavily and contemplated the looming specter just a few days away. Birthdays weren’t a bad thing per se, but when you lived such an unremarkable life, as she had, there wasn’t really much to celebrate. She was an anomaly in her family, the only one lacking magical ability. Nia couldn’t even perform the most basic of spells like warming water or levitating a feather.
Isolation became a constant companion when she mingled in magical circles. Everywhere she turned, her contemporaries were doing extraordinary things. All Nia could do was fade into the background like a wallflower. She got so used to being invisible that she automatically hid in a corner at social functions. She had lived her life in corners and it was starting to wear on her.
She’d broken out of that life nine years ago when she stumbled upon an Internet ad for Strange Hollow. The town was for outcasts and anomalies of the paranormal variety like her–people who just didn’t fit in. So on her twenty-first birthday she packed up as many of her things as she could carry and left in the middle of the night, without even leaving a note to her parents. Now she had a life of her own. Nia owned her own teashop, Pot Luck, had a cottage that she loved and a few friends that accepted her. The one thing that was missing was someone to share her life with.
She sighed heavily, and had just begun to clean the counter when the bells over the door jangled. Nia glanced toward the entrance and smiled. Jacinda, the town’s founder, strolled into the shop. The fairy’s energy sent a soothing wave toward her, and she instantly felt at ease.
“Hello, darling, how’re you doing? I’ll have a green tea latte.” Jacinda sat down on a stool at the counter and leaned forward, mischief sparkling in her eyes.
Nia immediately got to work, hoping Jacinda wouldn’t bring up her upcoming birthday and anniversary. If the events weren’t mentioned, she wouldn’t have to admit she had no plans.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t to be. “So, your birthday and anniversary are on Friday. Doing anything special?”
“Nothing.” Nia stiffened.
“Not even ice cream and cake or a movie marathon of your favorite films? What about a small party with some friends? No? We can’t let this momentous event pass without any acknowledgement. Let me think. What can we do?” Jacinda put her elbows on the countertop and rested her head in her hands.
Nia didn’t want to know what Jacinda was thinking, it could mean trouble. There was a mischievous sparkle in those violet eyes that she didn’t want to read too much into.
“Have you been to Sensual Were?”
Nia wasn’t sure where Jacinda was going but she had an uneasy idea. “No,” she said softly.
A wicked smile curved on Jacinda’s lips. “Idea! I dare you to go to Sensual Were and pick up a sexy toy for yourself. Do something daring for once. Honey, you’ve lived in a corner for far too long, it’s time to drag this wallflower into the light.”
“But–” Nia started.
“Why but?” Jacinda gazed at her in question. “You’ve lived your whole life not interacting with people for fear of the disappointment and rejection your parents and others have handed you. Isn’t it time you lived for you? Come on, Nia, when have you done something for yourself? I’ve seen the way you interact with others. You let them tell you what to do, how to do it. You don’t do what you want to do. What’s there to be afraid of? All I’m suggesting is to check out Sensual Were. Go in there and get something sexy for yourself. You deserve it. Look at you.”
Nia knew what she looked like and she was nothing like the gorgeous Jacinda, with her luminescent skin, violet eyes, long dark hair and curvaceous figure. Last she checked, Nia was plain, with unremarkable dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, milk chocolate skin and an average figure. Her simple clothing did nothing to flatter her body. She also wore glasses, and in her book that screamed nerdy and unsexy. To hide her reaction, she said nothing and finished making Jacinda’s drink.
“Have you ever felt sexy? What makes you feel good about yourself?”
Heat flushed her cheeks as she thought of her fantasies, which usually involved sexy men who were good with their hands and other things and wanted her unabashedly.
“Come on, sweetie, you can tell me. What makes you feel sexy?”
“Well, um, a sexy, gruff voice–”
Jacinda cut her off with a laugh. “No, no, no, babe, not what is sexy but what makes you feel that way.”
The blush encompassed her face, and Nia found herself floundering for a response. “Um, well…”
“Lingerie, perhaps? Or maybe sensual music? How about an erotic story? This is about making you feel desirable and good about yourself. I’m not saying we give you a makeover, you’re beautiful. I’m talking about doing something sexy for you and only you, no guy required.”
Jacinda smiled, and Nia felt unsure. “I’ve never… That is to say, I don’t know…”
“How about this? Friday you go to Sensual Were and poke around, see what you like, explore and find what intrigues you. Then we meet on Saturday for brunch and talk.”
“Talk?” Nia put Jacinda’s latte down before her.
“Yeah, we talk about what you thought of your little trip. Honey, you’ve been here for nine years and you haven’t stepped out and explored this place. Including me, Tanya and Ryana are your only friends here.” Jacinda took a sip of her drink.
Nia became very interested in her shoes.
“Ry is out of town and Tanya is visiting relatives. Neither woman will be back by Saturday, so it’s up to me to coax you out of your shell for your birthday. So, here’s the deal. Barring an emergency, I dare you to go to Sensual Were and pick out something sexy for yourself. Thanks for the latte, hon. I have to go welcome a new resident to Strange Hollow. I’ll see you on Saturday.” Jacinda stood and picked up her cup.
“Bye,” Nia called out as Jacinda left with a backward wave. Once the door closed and quiet settled on the shop, questions and humiliating scenarios swirled around in her head. What if I break something? Her palms began to sweat at the thought of picking up a vibrator and have it start shaking and then shatter in her hands. She’d never been in an adult toy store before. What if it was filled with pictures of naked people? She didn’t like looking at herself naked, much less see anyone else in the buff. Well, except for sexy men. Part of her wanted to take up Jacinda’s dare and go to Sensual Were. On the other side of the coin, she was terrified of the unknown.
I know, I’ll pass by the store and check it out. I won’t go inside. Her heart hammered in her chest. A surge of excitement rushed through her. Yes, I’ll go there tonight and check it out. It can’t be that bad, right? People wouldn’t go there if it was bad. Nia had always been cautious. The most adventurous thing she’d ever done was come to Strange Hollow and open her own teashop. She felt that if she could do those things, then she could handle checking out Sensual Were. She hoped.

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Cover Candy

Hi!

Here’s a look at two new covers.

Strange Hollow: Seducing a Wallflower ?(Cover by April Martinez) Coming soon to Liquid Silver Books:

Cover for Bedtime Stories:?Inspiration (Cover By Renee George) Coming Soon to Changeling Press April 1st (yes, I know, LOL):

Sexy Saturdays: Lonely No More

Today is a scene from my first Liquid Silver Book Lonely No More.

Blurb:

Five years ago on Halloween, author William Moore carelessly broke up with a witch. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well. Cursed to a lonely non-life as a ghost, trapped in his own home, he never expected to do more than exist in the world his ex had created. Except now he’s got a new roommate in the form of fellow author, Alyssa Washington, and he doesn?t anticipate his strong attraction to her. As their simmering emotion sparks life within, he yearns to become mortal once again.

Can his newfound feelings give him what he wishes for most?

I’ll give away a PDF copy of this book to the person who comes up with the best song for this scene. Winner will be announced 8pm EST Sunday, Januaray 31st. Good Luck!

Here’s the scene:

Aly awoke, feeling a heaviness lying around her waist, trapping her arm and leg. When she tried to move, she found she couldn?t. Fear made her squirm even more until the heaviness on her leg slipped away. She felt warm, moist air caress her cheek and then heard an inhalation of breath. Will! And he?s become solid!

Sighing, she relaxed while trying to figure out how to get out from under him. Every so often sharp needles of pain shimmered through her leg as it woke up from its slumber. When he rolled over to the other side of the bed, she scrambled up to get off the mattress. When she tried to stand, her leg wouldn?t support the weight and she ended up falling to the floor on her butt.

Groaning, she lay down on the floor, her leg prickling. To add to her pain, her arm was awakening. The pinpricks of pain shimmered up and down her arm. She gritted her teeth.

?Aly? Aly, you okay??

?No, I?m just lying on the floor for my health,? she retorted, sharper than she had intended.

She heard the bed creak as he got off the mattress. He floated naked over her. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes remained glued to the large, thick shaft standing at attention. He crouched down, then reached out and ran a hand through her hair. ?You okay??

?I fell.? She continued to stare at his cock, now closer to her mouth. She had an urge to raise herself up and take it in her mouth. She managed to drag her eyes away, and ignored the way her body throbbed and ached. How tight her skin felt. The way the room had become blazing hot instead of nice and warm. She swallowed and tried to sit up on her own. If he touched her, who knew what she would do. Once upright, she noticed that her leg and arm were no longer prickling but her ass hurt. William continued to crouch down next to her.

?Let me try and help you up,? William suggested.

?No, no. I?m fine.? She struggled to get to her feet while trying not to brush up against William. It was a difficult feat. She wanted to lean into him, feel his body and strength against hers again. As she swayed once on her feet, William straightened up quickly, solid hands reaching out to clamp down on her upper arm, helping to steady her.

?Come on, let?s get you into bed,? he urged.

?I don?t need your help.?

?Don?t push me away.? His voice was soft, edged with an emotion she couldn?t identify. Aly gazed up at him to find his body was wrought with tension, as if waiting for something to hit him. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off.

?It was lonely here before you. I was lonely. I went from woman to woman, and while in college I drowned myself in travel without really enjoying where I was or what I was seeing. It was all research to me. Now, I wish you had been with me. I couldn?t take it if you ran from me because of something I said or did.?

He finally looked into her eyes. His eyes shimmered with emotion. A lump formed in her throat, she wasn?t sure what to say. She knew what it was to be lonely, to lose yourself in life instead of dealing with the ache in your heart as you watched other people finding something, someone, wondering when you would become one of them. She may not have gone through men like they were water, but she had developed habits to help her ignore how empty her life was. She had fallen into a routine that held no joy for her. She loved writing but grew tired of her characters having the happy ending she wanted.

Aly couldn?t figure out how he had done it. How he had carved out a niche in her life that made her want things she hadn?t thought possible. Now, some of her desires were in reach and tangible. ?I understand what you?re saying. I know what it is to be lonely.? Her voice was soft and yet it sounded deafening in the quiet room. ?I fell into a routine without living life. I was numb and now…? She wasn?t sure what to add, everything circling in her head sounded so cheesy and inadequate. ?Now you?re not alone anymore. It?s like you?ve found something that you never thought possible and everything feels so natural.?

His hand came up, his fingers slipped over her skin like a whisper. ?That?s how I feel with you. I can?t figure out how you did it. You just showed up and everything feels better, right. My family, with the exception of Deacon and my uncle, treated me like a nuisance that had disgraced them somehow because I refused to be their poster boy for good behavior. And when I left they were actually appalled. Now I?ve found you and you fit perfectly into my life.?

His fingers slipped down the side of her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm. He took hold of her wrist, held her hand palm up, and threaded the fingers of his free hand between hers. His hand felt solid. She closed her fingers around his and they stood like that for a while, staring at their joined hands. A tear slid down her cheek. Overwhelmed with emotion, unsure of how to put into words what she felt, her eyes silently pleaded for him to say something.

He nodded. ?I know. I feel the same way.?

He lowered his head, and she made no move to stop him. He brushed his lips against her, softly at first, the touch tentative. When she didn?t pull away, he pressed his mouth to hers. Their heads rolled from side to side slowly. The kiss began to transform from soft and sweet to heated and passionate. His tongue slipped along the seam of her mouth and she parted her lips, giving him permission.

Burning, her body was on fire and wound so tight she became afraid that she would break. Her core clenched as her pussy became drenched in her juices. Her clit throbbed with need. Her sex tingled with arousal. She began to rock her hips, wanting to feel the solidity of his body against hers. Their kiss became frenzied as her body continued to move against him.

She pulled her face away, a cry of frustration on her lips. ?I want to touch you, feel you.? She glanced down at their still connected hands. His fingers were fluctuating between fuzzy and solid. His touch went from warm to cool and back again.

Anguish contorted his features. ?I want to, taste you, touch you, and feel you too. I wish to the gods I could be with you. I ache with longing to be with you.? William?s voice was harsh with torment.

She let go of his hand and began to pace. Her body ached, her skin was too tight. She was wearing too many clothes. An idea came to her. ?There is a way, but you can only watch me. I know it?s not…?

He cut her off. ?Anything, I?ll do anything.?

She began to shed her clothes; shirt, sweat pants and panties landed in a pile on the floor. She looked up at him, and her breath caught to find his eyes practically burning into her. His gaze only incited the flame that burned within her.

?You take my breath away,? he murmured. He reached out, his translucent fingers trailing over her chest, and the tip of a finger made contact with her nipple.

A shock of electricity went straight to her clit. Her hips jerked forward and she moaned. ?Again, another touch like that,? she urged.

He circled the single finger around the areola before pinching the tightened nub. Another soft cry passed her lips as a gush of liquid warmth slipped down her thigh. Her aching channel clamped down on air as the fire in her body blazed hotter. He transferred his attention to her other breast, repeating the action. More, she needed more.

?Enough,? she said, her voice ragged as she tried to gain control over herself. Aly walked over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress. She lay down, spreading her legs wide, showing him the slick, thick lips of her sex.

?Come to me. Watch me as I make myself come for you.? She turned her gaze toward him, waiting for him to come and join her on the bed. She didn?t have to wait long. The mattress dipped under his weight, the outline of his body rippling, pulsing, almost as if she was seeing his eagerness and anticipation.

?Can you … can you touch yourself? Can you get relief that way?? She couldn?t stop the questions. Part of her felt nervous, she had never masturbated in front of someone else before. The other part of her wanted to relieve the pulsating ache between her legs. She watched his hand move, as if in slow motion, toward his stiff shaft. His fingers wrapped around his cock. Breathlessly, her eyes followed his hand moving up and down the thick shaft. She swallowed, squirming slightly.

?Touch yourself. I want to watch you come in front of me,? he urged, his voice deep and gruff. His eyes narrowed to slits, dark green glittering behind the frame of dark brown lashes. She moved her hand, fingertips trailing between her full breasts down her stomach and over her mound before slipping between her thighs. She parted the thick lips of her sex, exposing the engorged bud. Heat shot through her as an image formed before her eyes, of him between her thighs, his teeth gently tugging her clit, tongue flicking the sensitive bud before sucking the nub into his mouth.

Her hips arched off the mattress. She could feel his mouth tugging, sucking, and pleasure rushed over her as fire danced on her skin. She felt hands on her breasts, squeezing, massaging the globes. Fingers pinched, rolled and tugged on the turgid peaks. Electricity shot to her clit, and heat spread through her groin with each pull of the phantom lips. Lifting her head off the pillow, she gazed down her body–there was no one there. He sat on his haunches before her, stroking his cock, eyes glued to her pussy.

The invisible mouth stopped its ministrations.

?Touch yourself,? he urged.

With just her fingertip, she began to circle her clit. Pleasure ran up her spine, her body arched upward as she increased the pace. She circled faster and faster, his hand moved faster over his shaft, matching her pace.

He groaned. ?I wish I could taste you.?

She cried out, and felt something thick sliding into her needy channel. Her core clamped down on the invasion. She knew it was him. He stretched her walls. ?More. I need more of you.?

Her fingers picked up speed, rubbing harder, occasionally pinching her clit. Pain and pleasure clashed within. Her orgasm coiled tighter and tighter. He pushed farther inside of her until he reached her cervix. She clamped her inner walls around his phantom cock. He pulled back and thrust forward, harder. He began to pound into her while her finger worked her clit. Phantom fingers pinched, tweaked and pulled her nipples. A finger circled around her anus.

Sweat slid over her skin. Her body sunk into the pleasure and pain.

?I wish I was whole, solid. I wish I could be inside of you, making love to you properly. This isn?t enough. It will never be enough until I feel you around me, surrounding me. Let me show you what I want to do to you.?

An image surfaced in her mind of what he wanted for them…

He grabbed her hips, pulling them against him, holding her still as he thrust himself against her. The hardened shaft rubbed between them, the thick head slick, a pearlescent drop of need at the tip. His cock pushed forward and retreated, sliding against her belly. The image was so erotic.

She wanted to watch that cock sink into her pussy, watch him as he fucked her, claimed her. A burst of fire washed over as need rode her.

She continued to watch the image, her finger circled faster and faster as the scene progressed. Her cunt contracted. Moisture gushed from her pussy.

The images continued. He stopped rocking against her and lay back. He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke the thick shaft. Pearls of desire formed from the slit at the top and dribbled down the shaft.

She yearned to taste the salty sweetness of him. Wanted to take him into her mouth and suck him until he came. Instead, she watched herself crawl up his body, admiring his athletic legs dusted finely with dark red hair. Stopping between his thick, muscular thighs, she sat up on her haunches. Bending over at the waist, she raised her head and looked up at him, making sure he was watching what she was about to do. His emerald green eyes were trained on her. Holding his gaze, she flicked the tip of her tongue over his slit, once, twice, three times.

She watched his body shake slightly, and smiled. She moved to the other side of him and lay down, waiting for him to cover her body. In that moment, all she could see, feel, think and hear was him. Nothing else mattered. She didn?t have to wait long; his body covered hers in a matter of seconds, his heat enveloping her. His musky scent intoxicated her. His hair covered them, blocking out most of the light in the room.

His heated gaze held hers. Bending her knees, she planted her feet on the mattress and tilted her hips upward in invitation. Balancing on one hand, he reached between them. She felt the thick head of his cock at her entrance. Her body stilled, anticipation hummed between them. She waited, the seconds ticking by so slowly. She was about to demand he move when his hips shot forward. She cried out at the burst of pain as he entered her. He was thicker than she had thought. He stretched her as no other lover had. He paused, just his cockhead inside her slick channel. Her inner walls contracted around him, trying to pull more of him inside of her.

She moaned. The thickness began to pound her pussy as he showed her what their lovemaking would be like. The phantom fingers continued to tug, pinch and roll her nipples. Her orgasm coiled tighter and tighter within her belly.

?William.? She moaned. There was nothing else she could say.

He growled. Fire rushed over her, in her, the blood in her veins was burning. It didn?t hurt. A mouth moved over hers, capturing her lips, nipping, tugging and sucking on her plump bottom lip. Groaning, body arching, finger dancing, pinching, running around her clit faster, harder, the dream-like sequence progressed as her body became enveloped in heat.

She wrapped first one leg around his waist and then the other, crossing her ankles, drawing him deeper inside of her. They moved together, thrusting, rubbing against one another.

?You feel so damn good. Fuck.? He grunted as he began to pick up the pace, moving faster. She met his thrusts with ones of her own. Slipping her arms around him, she slid her hands down his already slick back, over the hard cheeks of his ass, digging her nails into the firm flesh. He groaned as he pounded into her. The sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the air.

?Yes, harder, fuck me harder,? she urged. Her diamond-hard nipples rubbed against his chest, causing arcs of electricity to shoot to her clit. She clenched her walls around him, and her orgasm built, her stomach tightening. With each thrust he hit her cervix, pleasure mixing with pain. He circled his hips, rubbing over the G-spot. She cried out as a burst of ecstasy washed over her.

?Mine, you?re mine,? he declared before lowering his head and taking her lips in a possessive kiss. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth. She moaned, her body moving with him. He let go of her lips. ?Say it, say you?re mine,? he demanded, pounding into her.

?I?m yours, all yours.?

?Damn right.?

Aly circled her fingers faster and faster around her clit as she watched the image of him fucking her harder, pounding into her. She was on the edge of coming.

?So close, almost there.?

She pressed down on her clit. Fire burst over her. Her legs began to shake as she came. Her head tilted back as she cried out his name.

The image in her head of him pounding into her made her moan. With each thrust, he uttered the word, ?Mine.?

She wished it was real. Wished it wasn?t just a fantasy being shown to her. She wanted him to come inside of her, feel the warm, liquid rush of his seed coating her core. She wanted to feel his hot, slick body against her, his hot, moist breath against her cheek as he panted, trying to regain his breath. She yearned to feel him as he became flaccid inside of her and yet remained, and their combined fluids slipping out of her. Aly moved her finger away from her clit. Her muscles twitched and jumped from aftershocks and yet it still wasn?t enough…

The image faded. She took in William?s face, and saw his features contorted in anguish and need. His hand continued to stroke his thick cock. He hadn?t come.

?William,? she said softly. He shook his head, head tilted back, jaw clenched, neck muscles straining. He was trying to so hard.

?I wanted to come with you. Wanted to join you in ecstasy.? He let out a frustrated grunt before his hand fell away from his still hard cock. His head fell forward, hair hiding his face. She wanted to reach out to him, touch him, reassure him but there were no words that came to mind. With a harsh cry he vanished, and she lay there, tears slipping from her eyes.

She rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball. Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried for him. His pain felt as if it were hers.

?Oh, William, I hope we find Irena soon, you?ve suffered enough.?

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Five years ago on Halloween, author William Moore carelessly broke up with a witch. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well. Cursed to a lonely non-life as a ghost, trapped in his own home, he never expected to do more than exist in the world his ex had created. Except now he’s got a new roommate in the form of fellow author, Alyssa Washington, and he doesn?t anticipate his strong attraction to her. As their simmering emotion sparks life within, he yearns to become mortal once again.

Can his newfound feelings give him what he wishes for most?

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Excerpt:
William leaned against the door of his study and blew out a breath. He closed his eyes and an image of the petite woman sitting on the stairs formed in his mind. When he first saw her walk up with her friend, he had noticed her immediately. While her friend wore a sleek, figure-hugging suit, she wore jeans and an oversized sweat shirt that hid her curves. Black strands of hair slipped from the messy bun atop her head. Not a stitch of makeup decorated her mocha face. Next to her friend she appeared plain, frumpy almost.
He saw no life in her until she walked into his library. Her large brown eyes rounded, light and life flooding them for the first time. He?d watched, enthralled, as she leisurely circled around to take in the whole room. Then he became aroused by the hunger he saw in her eyes. He knew she wanted to start taking books off the shelves, curl up on the couch and read them. For some reason he wanted her to see him like that. It had been so long since a woman even glanced his way with hunger in her eyes.
Over the years he?d had his share of women, but for the first time in his life he wanted to pursue a woman instead of it being the other way around. He should have known better than to date a witch, but had wanted to be with her to learn more about her kind and scratch the sexual itch. It had nothing to do with romance. Now he was paying the price for his callousness.
His reasons had nothing to do with not wanting to be seen in public with her. He simply refused to do anything that she could perceive as him wanting a relationship. She assumed he had had an unusual attachment to his house. He never dissuaded her of her ideas, which was probably why she thought he should be cursed to roam this house and the surrounding property until he found true love, whatever that was. He doubted he would ever fall in love.
He phased through the floor until he was before her. He watched her stand and walk toward the door, open it and close it behind her. He smiled and floated toward a nearby window. Pulling the curtain back, he watched her talk to her friend before they both left. Getting into a car parked in the driveway, they drove off.
?She?s interesting,? a voice said behind him.
Swearing, he whirled around to find his brother behind him. ?Damn it, Deacon, don?t do that. I?m guessing you went around the back and used the door in the kitchen so the women wouldn?t see you?? William became solid, his feet drifting toward the ground until they both touched the wooden floor. Deacon wore black suit pants, a black silk shirt and black loafers, his long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Deacon Moore looked every inch the businessman and heir of the Moore banking empire that he was. Shoeless, William wore worn jeans, a black button-up cotton shirt, the top two buttons undone, his long red hair hung loose, down to his waist.
Deacon shrugged, and headed toward the kitchen. One big bag of groceries sat on a counter. Floating toward his brother, William thought about the woman who would soon own the house. He didn?t want a roommate but knew the house couldn?t continue to go unoccupied. Deacon had told him their father refused to keep it in the family. The only other option had been selling it. As loathe as he had been to allow that, William went along with the plan.
?So, have you tracked down Irena yet?? William asked, hoping he would finally be rid of the curse.
?Nope, she?s disappeared completely. Don?t worry, we?ll find her eventually, and reverse whatever this is.?
?I know you will because you?ve never let me down, not once.?
Deacon gave him a rare smile.
William felt sad for his brother. Deacon had never done anything wrong, not in his whole life. William had always been the screwup and liked it that way. He hated growing up in a house that felt more like a mausoleum than a home. There were rules for everything and perfection was a requirement. William could never live like that, so at fifteen he left home. He moved in with his uncle and from there things went up. He got his first book deal at seventeen and had a best seller by nineteen. He juggled college and writing, and still managed to graduate at age twenty.
He had worked very hard for everything he got, and enjoyed life to the fullest. Now, at thirty-seven, life wasn?t as fun as it used to be. He spent most of his time keeping kids from destroying his property and keeping people from buying the house. He still managed to write, and with his brother?s help, by Deacon passing off all his manuscripts as being found in storage, he continued to get published, but life for him lacked something.
His thoughts drifted to the woman who was determined to buy the house. His brother puttered around the kitchen making dinner for himself while William thought about the current changes in his life.
Then something occurred to him. ?Shit.?
Deacon whirled around. ?What??
?How the hell am I going to live with her when I?m like this? Do I remain invisible the whole time or do I do the intermittent corporeal thing sometimes??
Deacon shook his head and went back to cooking.
With a thought, William pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table and sat down. ?And another thing, how?s my body doing??
?Just lying there, nothing rotting off, no smell. It?s like you?re asleep, only no breathing or vitals.?
After the initial shock of seeing his body on the bed, it took William some time to figure out what had happened. He hadn?t seen any white lights, fire or anything for that matter. It felt as if he had fallen into a dreamless sleep and awakened like any other person. The only difference, his spirit had been separated from his body and he was see-through and able to phase through objects. After trying many things, it took him three days to learn how to become corporeal, although he couldn?t hold that form for long. At that time, Deacon had been in the house cataloguing all of William?s worldly possessions, including the unfinished manuscript William had been working on before he ?died.? Deacon had been so shocked to see his brother standing before him that he?d fainted. Once Deacon had come to, William calmly explained things. At first Deacon had been hard to convince, but after mentioning Irena and the spell, things began to make sense and Deacon moved quickly to make sure that William?s body wouldn?t be destroyed.
The brothers felt that Irena hadn?t killed William, but had performed some sort of botched spell that caused William?s current situation. While Deacon searched for Irena, who had just vanished, William went about continuing to write. Five years later, William?s life had some semblance of calm.
Now he wanted to allow someone to share the house with him, the only problem was how to live with her in his current condition. ?Could you do me a favor and find out what you can about the woman moving in??
?Sure.?
?Also, why the hell is Dad selling my house for a measly seventy thousand dollars?? William?s eyebrow rose in question.
?Because he didn?t want to give it away for free, and Mom insisted he put a price on the house. You know Dad wants nothing to do with anything involving you. He thought seventy thousand dollars was a reasonable price for your house, everything in it and the land it sits on.?
?So good to know I?m loved,? William said dryly.
?Hey, at least he hasn?t taken your portrait down from the sitting room.?
?Goody, I feel so loved now. How?s Maggie??
?Well, aren?t you the chatterbox today. Maggie is fine, enjoying her European vacation, all expenses paid, of course.?
?Of course.? William nodded.
?So what?s up? What?s with all the questions all of sudden? Normally we talk about your latest masterpiece, business, and my lack of a love life while eating, and then we part ways.?
William shrugged. He didn?t know why he wanted to know all these things. Normally, he had no interest in anything but himself. If he were honest, his encounter with the woman earlier left him craving some sort of human contact; a reintroduction to being a social creature, if you will. He had sensed the same loneliness in her that had gnawed at him his whole life. If it weren?t for Deacon he would truly be alone. ?I don?t know. Something about that woman calls to me,? William said softly.
?How so??
?I guess I see a bit of my loneliness in her. Things have become so monotonous. Write, scare people, write some more, not eat dinner with you, then go back to write or watch TV. That?s my day in a nutshell. The days just blend together. She?s like me, at least, I think she?s like me.?
?You like her,? Deacon teased.
?I never said that,? William said defensively.
?You?re attracted to her.?
William crossed his arms over his chest. ?I am not.?
?Look at you. You?re attracted to her and acting like you?re five.? Deacon laughed.
?I don?t even know her and I?m not acting like I?m five.?
?Yeah, but you said she calls to you,? Deacon teased again.
?Shut up. So how are things in the banking world?? William asked, trying to change the subject.
?Same as they were the last time you asked. So, what are you working on??
?I?m struggling. I need a sounding board. I?m not sure how this book is going. I like the storyline but it?s very different from what I usually write.?
?Do you want me to read it? I could read it but I?m not sure if I could help,? Deacon pointed out.
?Thanks, but I know you?re busy. Sometimes, I read it over and I start thinking the premise is horrible. That maybe it reads like porn,? William said, disgusted.
?Maybe this woman came at the right time. Maybe she?ll give you some of the insight you need.?
?I don?t know. I have to figure out how to interact with her first.?
Deacon shrugged. ?Very true.?
William sighed. ?I?m going back up to work on the story some more. I?ll see you tomorrow.?
?And I?ll clean up. Good luck with the book.?
?Thanks.? William pushed back his chair and walked away.
Six hours and many starts and stops later, William gave up. He just wasn?t sure what he was doing or if it was any good. He went to his bedroom, shut the door, undressed, got into bed and flicked on the TV. He zoned out after five minutes, his thoughts drifting to his soon-to-be roommate. Deacon?s words echoed around his head. Could it be? Can she help me?
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