Katie and the Ghost

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :00027

Page :52

Word Count :13000

Publication Date :2010-08-08

Series : #

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Available Formats : Katie and the Ghost (pdf) , Katie and the Ghost (prc) , Katie and the Ghost (epub) , Katie and the Ghost (mobi)

Category : Erotica , Mainstream Fiction

Product Code: 00027

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There are no such things as ghosts. Or are there? Just how does a ghost go about proving he really exists?

Kate had traveled to a ‘haunted’ coaching inn, The Red Lion, prepared to debunk yet another corny ghost story. In fifteen years of ‘ghost-hunting’, she’d never come across a real, live ghost – so why would the supposed Earl of Heatheringham be any different? It wasn’t long before she saw him. Yes, the ‘Earl’ was absolutely gorgeous. And, yes, she fell in instant lust with the handsome actor who played his role so well. How could she not – he was a fantasy come to life. But of course he wasn’t a real ghost. Or was he? It was kind of hard to explain the way she could put a hand right through him… And when he went all out to prove that there really was such a thing as ghosts, well, what was a girl to do? Argue with her dream lover? Not likely!

She pummelled her pillow in frustration as a door slammed down the hall, banging repeatedly in the wind until someone finally latched it properly. Ghosts? Huh!

“Annoying, isn’t it?”

Kate sat up abruptly and scanned the room, uncaring that her nightgown was low cut and the voice so very definitely that of a man. Deeply masculine, and warm with amusement, it caressed her skin, its lingering vibrations heading unerringly to her stomach.

No one.

She flopped tiredly back onto the bed, again staring at the pitted plaster of the ceiling. It wasn’t the first time a recorded voice had been used, supposedly that of the ghost. What was a first was the fact that the voice had appeared to be talking to her. Not mumbling about some wretched lost love, or carrying on about vengeance and retribution as the supposed ghost floated through a wall, but a pithy comment about the fake ‘ghost effects’. It was certainly different; she had to give the innkeeper brownie points for imagination.

“And the creaking sign does grate on the nerves after a while.”

Her stomach curled with pleasure. It was such a beautiful bedroom voice, the sort of voice that if he asked...well, she’d certainly have to consider.