Mid Week Tease: “Ghost Fulfills Every Fantasy.” #MWTease

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This week’s tease comes from A GHOST FOR CHRISTMAS, my first foray into the paranormal, and boy was it fun!

© Kacey Hammell, 2015
She walked through the suite to the first door on the left. It looked like a den or small office.
Striking blue and silver colors filled the room, giving it a masculine feel. A large, possibly Victorian, antique writing desk sat in the corner, complete with pen and quill. Jodie walked closer and ran her hand over the fine, dark finish. Beautiful, intricate and ornate designs were carved on the solid hardwood. Eighteenth century black armchairs sat in front of the desk and in corners.
The plush room invited and pulled her in. Jodie turned, her gaze drawn to the framed newspaper clippings hanging on the walls. Curious, she moved closer.
Woman Meets the Ghost of her Dreams In Hotel.
What the heck? Jodie peered intently at the picture taken of this very building. She looked at the second frame. Ghost Fulfills Every Fantasy. Again, the Castillo Hotel was featured in the article.
She ran her gaze swiftly over each of the wall
A Ghost for the Holidays!!!hangings and noted at least a dozen headlines mentioning the ghost. Women came to this hotel and found a night full of passion, realized fantasies, and left with memories they’d carry forever.
A chill ran down her spine. Looking back at each one, she read the small caption at the bottom. She gasped as she noted each ghostly sighting was in Suite 3023.
My room!
A cold breeze washed over her. Goose bumps spread along her skin. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself as the hair on her nape rose. It was strange. As she walked around the office, it was as if the temperature had dropped about ten degrees.
She didn’t believe in ghosts. Had never seen anything to prove they existed. These articles had to be a publicity stunt. There was no ghost residing in the suite. What nonsense.
A cool breeze raced down her spine. It has to be nothing more than the air conditioning, she thought just as she felt a feather-like touch. Jodie jumped, certain fingertips ran over her shoulders.
She was being ridiculous, of course. There was no such thing as ghosts. What a silly notion, drummed up as a PR stunt to get more guests to the hotel.
Jodie’s gaze moved to the date of the articles.
December 24th, 2001.
December 24th, 1991.
December 24th, 1981.
December 24th, 1971.
Moving quickly around the room, her eyes widened as she re-read the dates. The earliest one went back to December 24th, 1811.
Today’s date was December 24th. Good God, did that mean there was a ghost in the room with her—right now? It wasn’t possible. Things like that only existed in movies and books.
Another breeze swept through her.

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A Ghost for Christmas Snippet #Paranormal #Erotic @KaceyHammell @EvernightPub


A Ghost for Christmas

Paranormal Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

*An Evernight Publishing Editor’s Pick*

Snippet © 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?
An eighteenth century ghost stood before her.
Merry Christmas to me.

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