Starting today, my second novel
GULL HARBOR will be on sale for two weeks only! This combination of steamy romance and spooky suspense has topped the charts on Amazon as a #1 Bestseller on several occasions, so grab your copy while it's less than a buck! The offer is available for both
Kindle and
Nook formats, and I've included the links below along with the book's description and an excerpt. Treat yourself to some time on the sandy shores of Cape Cod, where both a dangerous ghost and an ex-boyfriend await psychic medium Claire Linden...
When Claire Linden’s job sends her to the sleepy town of Gull Harbor, she never expects to encounter her ex-boyfriend. As a medium, the prospect of tackling a haunted house is less daunting than seeing Max Baron again. Throughout their passionate college relationship, he promised to love her forever. Then, without explanation, he abandoned her on graduation day.
Max never intended to break Claire's heart—a cruel ultimatum forced him to disappear from her life. While he's shocked to find her in Gull Harbor, he isn't surprised by the bitter resentment she feels for him...or the fiery attraction that remains between them.
Claire is determined to rid her temporary home of its aggressive ghost, but Max soon realizes she's facing a danger beyond the paranormal. When Claire risks everything to help a desperate spirit, Max must race to save her—before another tragedy tears them apart forever.
An excerpt for you too! This scene takes place after Max has brought Claire to watch the 4th of July fireworks:
Lights from her house welcomed them as they crossed through the wooded back yard. “I guess I’m asking you to trust me, even though I know you’ve got no good reason to.”
He assumed he wouldn’t be getting a response by the time he followed her up the porch steps. But she turned toward him outside the front door, looking somehow both fragile and strong in the velvet shadows.
“I do trust you. I have no idea why, but I do.”
“Then I would call this a successful second date.” He ran his fingers through her hair, cradling the sides of her face with his palms. Tipping her lips up to his, he kissed her possessively. The hunger inside him flared brighter, and he closed the distance between their bodies.
Backing her toward the house, he pressed her up against the door. She returned his kisses with equal passion, moaning when he pushed his thigh between her legs. Her fingers wandered to the front of his jeans, then hesitated, her nails grazing the skin of his abdomen.
He tore his mouth from hers reluctantly. If he didn’t stop her now, there would be no turning back. Bracing his hands against the door, he struggled against his body’s demands. They would make love when Claire was ready, not before.
“I should go,” he said, his voice rough. Their breath mingled in short, quick gasps. He lifted his head and locked his gaze with hers.
She could see desire in the depths of his dark blue eyes, but there was something else there, too. Pain. Her remaining doubts shattered and fell away. Whatever this awful secret was, they would handle it—together.
“Stay.”
He held her captive, caged between his arms. “You know what will happen if I stay.”
She nodded, her hair sliding against the door. Unhooking her fingers from the waist of his jeans, she dipped her fingers into her own pocket to retrieve her key. Silently she turned, unlocking the door.
Her legs trembled as she led him up the stairs. Moonlight spilled through the windows, bathing her bedroom in a silvery glow. He caught her wrist in the doorway, pulling her around to face him.
“Claire…before we go any further, you need to know something. There’s a chance I may never be able to fully explain what happened five years ago.”
She studied his expression in the pale light of the moon. He held her gaze, his hair falling across his forehead as he bent his head toward hers. She brushed the strands out of his eyes, then trailed her fingers across the rough stubble under his cheekbones.
“But you’ll tell me if you can?”
“I promise. But think about how you’ll feel if I can’t,” he said, releasing her wrist.
“Confused, I’m sure,” she murmured. She gathered the fabric of his shirt collar and pulled it slowly over his head. “But I don’t think it’s going to make me want you any less,” she added, dropping the shirt to the floor.
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