Spotlight ~ Scandal at Vauxhall by Layna Pimentel #Regency #NewRelease #Historical #Kindle @LaynaPimentel @LSB_lsbooks

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Scandal At Vauxhall
Author Layna Pimentel
Series Pleasure Garden Follies
Book # 1
Genre Historical, Regency
Heat Level 2
Words 31,000
Content Notes Spicy, Regency, Historical
Publication Date 2/1/2016
Price: $4.99

Scandal At Vauxhall is book 1 in Layna Pimentel’s Pleasure Garden Follies series. Full of mystery, gambling, and a love story for the ages, this Regency romance is a wonderful addition to your historical romance library. Find out why scandal has never been sweeter, even when society dictates otherwise!

Blurb:
The love and happiness Isabel Salisbury expected in life when she accepted the proposal of the Marquess of Stoughton takes an unexpected turn, when he leaves on a mission for the war office. She is married off to the Duke of Brimley.

Nathaniel Thompson, the Marquess of Stoughton, is devastated to learn upon his return that Isabel has married the duke. When news of her husband’s death surfaces, Nathaniel sets out to make amends and will stop at nothing until she’s his marchioness.

But when London learns of a promiscuous tryst between them in the Daily, their credibility is at stake. They soon discover that nothing in life is simple, nor private, and all is fair in love and war.

Content Notes: Spicy, Regency, Historical

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Excerpt:

Chapter 1 ~ London, England, 1818

The opulence of Lord and Lady Sinclair’s ballroom borrowed many Italian influences, to the artwork, chandeliers, and even the fabrics selected. Young ladies lined up on the one side as randy gentlemen scouted their amusement for the evening. And yet again, Her Grace, Isabel Griffith, the Duchess of Brimley, attended another high society event sans her duke.

Henry Griffith, the fifth Duke of Brimley, had always been known as a notorious rake, from the countless affairs he’d had with married women and dalliances with some of London’s most sought after courtesans, to coveting another duke’s wife, even after their nuptials.

Some days Isabel wondered if her father even cared that he’d wedded her into what would become a lifeless, loveless, and solitary union. One that benefitted the family name only, but made everyone involved despondent.

If only her family had been patient enough for Nathaniel’s return. She could have married into status as her parents desired, and she’d be happily in love. Isabel often wondered whatever happened to the marquess.

On a night like tonight, however, she was thankful for the lack of her husband’s presence. These types of occasions always put him in a sour mood. He’d wind up playing whist and lose. Then, he’d drink himself into a stupor, drag her away from whatever conversation she was having, take her home and bed her roughly, only to fall asleep before giving her any pleasure in return.

Pfft. What is pleasure anyway? Yet, while she didn’t have much experience in the ways of lovemaking, it was highly unlikely most marriage beds were like hers. Especially during these moments, she wished she had the courage to run.

Is married life supposed to be like this? Leaving me feeling filthy, unworthy, and so lonely? She hadn’t the slightest clue about what she’d ever done wrong, but the pang of regret over not standing up to her husband made her frailer with each passing day.

Distracting her from such sad thoughts, Lady Balfour approached, fanning herself with expediency. “My dear, have you heard? The Marquess of Stoughton has just arrived. My word, he hasn’t aged one bit, and he’s looking quite fit.”

Nathaniel! He’s alive. Isabel’s heart pounded in her chest as her gaze settled on him.

She hadn’t seen him since he’d told her he was leaving on business for the war office. Her pulse kicked up furiously to the point that she felt light-headed and breathless. He was still a sight for sore eyes. His dark hair and piercing blue gaze stood out in the crowd. The sheer breadth of his shoulders framed his muscular size. She watched as he stopped and spoke with other gentlemen, his back now facing her and Lady Balfour.

My God! He really is here. Would he even recognize me? Hardly. He’s probably here to fetch his mistress for the evening. Why would he even pay me any mind? Besides, she was a duchess, very much married, and obliged to keep up appearances.

“My, would you look at the size of his thighs,” Lady Coxley announced as she approached the ladies, garnering a few giggles from prying ears.

Isabel smirked, knowing all too well in what direction this conversation was headed. “They are wonderfully built, but I’m sure some other lady has laid claim on the marquess.”

“You haven’t heard, have you, Isabel?”

“What haven’t I heard?” she asked. Her breath hitched and her pulse raced. What could I have missed?

“Come away with me to the terrace. I wish to speak to you in private. We can’t have half of London listening in.”

She followed Lady Coxley outdoors, leaving behind the sounds of merriment to be embraced by the shrouded darkness of night and silence.

“They say the marquess will not marry until he’s found her.”

“Until he’s found who?”

“The one who broke his heart. But in all honesty, everyone knows it’s you. With any luck, perchance some horrible fate will happen upon Henry.”

If I were only so lucky. “You shouldn’t talk like that! And for the record, the marquess and I were done long ago. Remember, he’s the one who left me.”

“Isabel, you cannot expect me to believe that you haven’t thought about that man—at least once or ever—during the course of this sham of a marriage of yours. The haute ton in its entirety knows where he is right now. And you’d be a fool to think Henry gives two ninnies about your welfare.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted them.

“Excuse me, ladies, but I was wondering if perchance I could steal Her Grace for a dance.”

Good grief. Did he hear any of our discussion? I cannot believe he’s actually here. Heat coursed through Isabel at the thought of holding him once again. She nodded and held out her gloved palm for him to take. “I’d be honored, My Lord.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Your Grace.”

Leaving behind Lady Coxley, she followed his lead inside for a waltz.

“It’s been too long, Isabel. I’ve missed you terribly,” he whispered as they took a turn about the dance floor. Nathaniel bowed and took her hand. His touch warmed her, and the gentle squeeze that followed reassured her that the flame they once had was still there.

She and Henry hadn’t danced since their wedding and even then, he quickly discarded her to dance with the Duchess of Downsbury. If she’d only known her dismissal that evening would be the first of many others. For the most part, her husband had two left feet, but Nathaniel whisked her away gracefully to the tune. She wished to kiss him again and remind herself of their time together. Good heavens, Isabel. You’re married. Enough of this foolishness!

Isabel felt him pulling her closer as his arm at the small of her back pushed her in. His head dipped down, and, naturally, she looked up at him, ignoring every stare and whisper as they moved together. She finally cringed and mustered the courage to ask him the one thing weighing heavily on her mind. “Why did you take so long? Why didn’t you come sooner? Nathaniel, there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of you.”

As the music wound down and the dancers departed, Isabel locked her eyes on his and felt a tear escape. “You’ve been missed greatly, My Lord.”

His thumb swiped away the drop. “My dear, there hasn’t been a day, hour, or dream you haven’t occupied.”

Her chest tightened with his admission. Could he have really wanted me all this time?

“Nathan—”

Shouting from the foyer bled into the main ballroom as a squire and a number of other gentlemen made their way through. Recognizing one of the men as her footman, Isabel rushed toward him. “Stanley, what is wrong?”

“Your Grace! I’m so glad I found you. The duke…he was caught…something about a duel in Hyde Park.”

Slightly unsteady, she wavered on her feet, only to be caught by the marquess, who approached from behind. “I’m not sure what you mean, Stanley. What exactly was he caught doing?”

The footman lowered his voice to a whisper. “Your Grace, you know—the rumors of your husband’s affair with Her Grace, the Duchess of Downsbury. Well, apparently the duke found them in the duchess’s chambers when he entered to claim his husbandly rights.”

And there it was.

The world seemed to fade away upon hearing his words. However, she had always known of her husband’s infidelities, so she refused to swoon. “Thank you, Stanley. I wish to leave now. I’m sure all of London will know of this by morning, if they haven’t heard by now.” She turned to the marquess. “Thank you for the dance, My Lord. I bid you a good evening.”

With her head held high and her stomach in knots, Isabel departed the ball, fearing what the dawn would bring. Would she wait at home for her husband to stumble back after victory, or would she be delivered the news of his demise? Given the heartache Henry condemned her to, and the embarrassment he’d wreaked on his family name, perhaps she should attend.

Before the door to her carriage closed, she reached for the footman’s hand. “I’d like to stand witness to the duel.”

“But, Your Grace, no lady should view such wicked displays.”

“It couldn’t be any more humiliating than finding out your husband was caught by another. A fellow peer, no less.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Your Grace.”

Her attendance would mean going against all protocol and decorum, but she needed to see it, if for nothing more than closure.

* * * *

Nathaniel wondered what exactly had pulled Her Grace away in a hurry. As he walked around the ballroom, he listened to the whispers until he reached the games room. Lord Broxton waved him over to the whist table. Lords Avonlea and Rutledge cast an amused glance.

Both had gone to Oxford with him and hadn’t spoken to him since his return to London. It was interesting. After his trip from the continent earlier this month, all the ladies still sought him out, but not his friends.

“Come now, Lord Thompson, we still have room for one more, and the betting has just gotten more interesting.”

“How so, Rutledge?” he asked.

“Well, it all started with fifty guineas and you following Her Grace, the Duchess of Brimley, onto the terrace. Fifty guineas gets you in, and another says you’ll bed her before the year is out.”

Nathaniel raised his eyebrows. If he were a gambling man, he’d have played along. But tonight he wasn’t. Something about the way Isabel had been trying to maintain her composure told him that things were going awry one way or another.

“Rutledge, you may bet all you want on what I do in private, but I wager I’ll have my boot so far up your fob arse before the night is out.”

The table broke out into a fit of laughter. “Game on, Thompson. I’m almost certain you’ll lose the bet.”

The cards were dealt and all had played their hands when Lady Rutledge came up behind her husband. “My dear, the most intriguing news. His Grace, the Duke of Brimley, was called out by Downsbury. The duel is at daybreak. Apparently, he caught Brimley with his wife.”

So that was what had her rushing out of here. This didn’t bode well for Isabel. Downsbury was an expert marksman, and Brimley didn’t stand a chance. Isabel could very well be a widow before breakfast, and the thought had to have frightened her. The worst thing about the entire scenario was that he couldn’t offer any assistance until he knew of the outcome. Scandal already sat at her doorway, and it was only a matter of time before all of London heard.

Lord Broxton chuckled and didn’t appear the least bit fazed by the revelation. “I wouldn’t worry about it, my dear. Her Grace, the Duchess, should be happy her tyrannical husband does not stand a chance. And if the rumors are correct, I imagine Downsbury will still remain a cuckold and very much at the center of bets at White’s, as his duchess has been stringing around several lords.”

His wife gasped mockingly then giggled. “Oh my! She has certainly been a busy body, hasn’t she?”

“My dear, if there is nothing else of import, please let us gentlemen return to our game.”

“Certainly, My Lord.” She practically skipped away with the new information to gossip about.

Heartache swelled in Nathaniel’s chest. Lady Broxton’s announcement certainly explained much. Had he not been sent off via the war office’s command, and married poor Isabel as he had intended, he could have spared her this grief and embarrassment.

In fact, he found it quite shocking that society should take so much pleasure in observing and commenting on everyone’s lives as if they were a Greek tragedy or some ridiculous play at the theatre. Mocking and ridiculing, subtle but harsh, ruthless and relentless. The follies of those who took pleasure in another’s misery should be eternally punished.

Nevertheless, the more he pondered on the matter, the more he wanted to see Isabel and lift her spirits. Yet, he could not. She was above his station, and married, no less. It was bad enough his mother had many dinners planned and balls to attend.

The dowager had an agenda of marrying him and his sister off. However, no respectable peer would go near his dear, naïve, imprudent sister. Thus, the future of his family estate was now left entitled to him. To keep the other two women in his life content, in addition to this conundrum, would prove to be his greatest feat ever.

The game of whist lasted all of a half hour when Nathaniel excused himself from the gaming table, only to be met by his mother and sister on his way out.

“Where do you think you’re going, Nathaniel?”

“Nowhere of any import to you, Mama,” he whispered, removing her stiff hand from his wrist.

“Come, dear brother. I shall not be deprived of at least one dance.”

Nathaniel huffed, knowing what they were up to. “I think not. I have something I must do right now.”

“Pish posh, love. White’s is no place for a man in the marriage mart. Lord and Lady Sinclair’s ball is, and you’re leaving far too early!”

“I think not,” he repeated. And without giving either woman a second glance, he abandoned the ball to find out more about Brimley’s dealings with the Duchess of Downsbury.

 

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Illusions ~ #NewRelease #IntheArmsoftheLaw #Suspense #Kindle #Nook

Now available!!

Protection. Adventure. Love.
It’s all found within The Arms of the Law…

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Book 1: In the Arms of the Law
(also includes bonus short story)
Genres: Contemporary, Suspense, Paranormal (Seer), Erotic, Romance
ISBN: 978-0-9877993-3-3
Word Count: 50,000

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Detective Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she wants out of life. And it doesn’t include marriage or all that comes with it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before.  She isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.

Burned by his fiancée years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another commitment in his life.  But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the woman he has recently come to love.

Danger lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control every situation…especially matters of the heart.

 

Reviews:
5 Stars from Author, Michelle Roth ~~ “I enjoyed Illusions (In the Arms of the Law #1) the clear, stimulating, descriptive writing style of Ms. Hammell. She takes you out of your world and throws you head first into the deep end of the pool of a suspense, passion, sweltering hanky panky, and heart racing events. I found all of the story’s elements believable and engaging making me wish I was a late comer to Ms. Hammell’s blistering romantic series and having a couple of books following this one to feed my hunger until the next novel…key characters transports the reader on a powerful mind-trip that leaves you craving for more. Illusions (In the Arms of the Law #1) is an addictive erotic paranormal romance with tasty morsels of intrigue…The freebie story at the end was… *fans self* HOTT!

5 Stars from Haidee, Goodreads ~ “If you are looking for a sexy and suspenseful, action packed story, then Illusions by Kacey Hammell is an excellent read…The bonus story is a sweet treat. ”

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Excerpt, Kacey Hammell, © 2016

Desperate to make sense of it all, he’d headed straight for Isabella’s and her support. Her gaze made him seem ten feet tall, even though he never thought he was really in the same league with her.
That night had brought a new level to their relationship neither had been expecting. One moment he had been crying in her arms over the six-year-old boy who’d captured his heart in mere seconds, the next they had been on the floor of her living room having sex and breaking a lamp in their exuberance.
Those gymnastics of ours again. “Hey. Earth to Brady.”
At the sound of her voice, he realized he had been staring at her without speaking. “I’m here, babe. Just thinking,” He reached over to move the strands of hair away from her temple, and smiled as he gazed into the ocean of her blue eyes.
“You seemed far away. What’s got you so pondersome, hmm?” She snatched an M&M off the bed. He watched her mouth as she chewed the tiny morsel, feeling his cock twitch. He remembered the first time she had wrapped her mouth around him, sucking him until he had emptied himself dry.
“Nothing too important. Just thinking about the first time we had sex,” he informed her, a Cheshire-cat grin on his face.
Watching her face rise with color, Brady couldn’t help but wonder when she would ever stop blushing around him. After everything they’d done together— hell, the bathroom antics still scorched his nerves—he thought her blushing days were long over.
“By the way, Detective Knowles.” Mumbling around a red M&M he picked up and popped into his mouth, he continued, “Where did you learn the little trick of using a door to enhance your gymnast abilities, hmm?” Crunching down on his M&M, he watched myriad emotions wash over her face.
Embarrassment, pleasure, and wonder spread across her face, and after a few moments of silence, he didn’t think she’d answer him.
“I was inspired, I suppose. Being with you brings out emotions in me I never realized I had.”
She didn’t look him in the eye as she answered. He lifted her chin and brought her gaze to his. Unsure how to respond to her declaration or the soft, content look, he responded the only way he knew how.
Leaning forward, still holding her chin, he captured her lips with his own.
Delving his tongue deep in her mouth, he poured out all the desire, passion, and confused emotions he had, too. He hoped she would receive the message that he did care and felt the same, though he was unable to voice it, and eased his lips away from hers.
“You taste like M&Ms, babe.” Licking his lips for effect, Brady caught the grin blossoming on her face.
“Really?”
As she smiled coyly, he had to wonder what she was up to. He didn’t expect her words to be spoken in such a husky voice. “Make me melt in your mouth, not in your hand, Brady.” Her gaze held promises he wasn’t strong enough to ignore.
He claimed her mouth once again, laid his body over hers, and pressed her back into the mattress. His hands slid over her left hip, fingers slowly working their way to her sweet center, he didn’t hear the shrill ring until she pushed against his shoulders.
“Brady…phone. I have to get the phone.”
She eased out from under his hard body. He watched Isabella put the handset to her ear and listen.
He rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with one arm, unable to keep from feeling a bit of anger over the interruption. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to throw the damn thing against the wall right now. He wanted more time tonight with Bella, with no interruptions, but the rigid posture of her back said their night together was over. Duty called. She could go from hot seductress to kick-ass detective in mere seconds. He loved to watch her in action, but wanted to keep the seductress all to himself just a bit longer.
You got it bad.
For once, he didn’t contradict the nagging little voice in his head.

 


 

#MySexySaturday from Illusions #Suspense #MSSAuthors #MSS124 @MySexySaturday

 

My Sexy Saturday Page Header #3Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me for the 124th week of My Sexy Saturday.

Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.


This week’s theme  — One Sexy Girl

Today I’m sharing from ILLUSIONS again. I shared this last week, in a fuller version, but it fits this week’s theme so much better. Here, Brady is admiring his sexy girl, sharing his thoughts of her beauty.

©KaceyHammell, 2016
Amid the mountain of white sheets and comforter haphazardly spread out from their sexual romp, Bella sat with her back to him, staring out the window.
She looked like a goddess among the clouds. What she saw and what she was thinking he didn’t speculate. He couldn’t.
The vision of her stole his thoughts, and his breath.
Transfixed by the beauty of her golden skin, tanned from exposure to the sun, and her auburn-red mane hanging down her back in a thick, tumbled mass, his heart felt the familiar pinch her nearness caused.
He’d dated many beautiful women in his time but Bella, for all her toughness, seemed more beautiful and fragile to him when she was like this.

 

About ILLUSIONS
Contemporary/Suspense/Paranormal (Seer)/Erotic Romance.

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ILLUSIONS
By Kacey Hammell
Book 1: In the Arms of the Law
(also includes bonus short story, TIED DOWN)
ISBN: 978-0-9877993-3-3
Word Count: 50,000

Protection. Adventure. Love.
It’s all found within The Arms of the Law…

Detective Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she wants out of life. And it doesn’t include marriage or all that comes with it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before. She isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.

Burned by his fiancée years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another commitment in his life. But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the woman he has recently come to love.

Danger lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control every situation…especially matters of the heart.

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#MySexySaturday from Illusions #MSSAuthors #MSS123 @MySexySaturday

 

My Sexy Saturday Page Header #3Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me for the 123rd week of My Sexy Saturday.

Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.


Today I’m sharing from ILLUSIONS. It’s the morning after for Bella & Brady, and Brady is seriously smitten–no matter how much he tries to fight it.

©KaceyHammell, 2016
“Where did you go, to the springs to get the water, Jacobs? Dying of thirst here!”
Laughing, Brady headed back to the hallway. He picked up the bowl and glasses and hollered, “I’m coming, I’m coming. So impatient, baby.” His voice died away as he walked over the threshold of her bedroom and came to a standstill.
Amid the mountain of white sheets and comforter haphazardly spread out from their sexual romp, Bella sat with her back to him, staring out the window. She looked like a goddess among the clouds. What she saw and what she was thinking he didn’t speculate. He couldn’t. The vision of her stole his thoughts, and his breath. Transfixed by the beauty of her golden skin, tanned from exposure to the sun, and her auburn-red mane hanging down her back in a thick, tumbled mass, his heart felt the familiar pinch her nearness caused.
He’d dated many beautiful women in his time but Bella, for all her toughness, seemed more beautiful and fragile to him when she was like this. When no one was watching, she would get the look of a scared, lost child. Her mask fell away.
She was stunning and confused the hell out of him when he caught her unaware as he did now. He wanted to take away her worries and fear. He wanted to protect her and take away her pain. He’d do anything for her.
God, Jacobs, you got it bad. Like hell I do.
“What are you looking at, Brady? You going to stand there all night with my treats, or you gonna bring them on over here?”

About ILLUSIONS
Contemporary/Suspense/Paranormal (Seer)/Erotic Romance.

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ILLUSIONS
By Kacey Hammell
Book 1: In the Arms of the Law
(also includes bonus short story, TIED DOWN)
ISBN: 978-0-9877993-3-3
Word Count: 50,000

Protection. Adventure. Love.
It’s all found within The Arms of the Law…

Detective Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she wants out of life. And it doesn’t include marriage or all that comes with it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before. She isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.

Burned by his fiancée years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another commitment in his life. But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the woman he has recently come to love.

Danger lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control every situation…especially matters of the heart.

Releases January 20th

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#MySexySaturday from A Ghost for Christmas #MSSAuthors #MSS122 @MySexySaturday

 

My Sexy Saturday Page Header #3Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me for the 122nd week of My Sexy Saturday.

Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.


This week’s theme: Our Sexy Holidays

Today’s sexy is from A Ghost for Christmas. Fitting for the holiday arriving this week!

Happy Holidays!!

©KaceyHammell, 2015
Sebastian’s masculinity pulled at her. Yearning, stronger than she’d experienced in years, flooded her. Spending the night with this man, exploring every facet of his supernatural existence, amplified her need and desire.
“You are very beautiful, Jodie.” She smiled, and twined her fingers with his.
He probably said the same to every woman he encountered, but she didn’t care. Tonight was for her…hell, for them both. She wouldn’t shatter the moment. “Thank you, Sebastian.”
“What brought you here?”
“My friend arranged it as a Christmas gift.” Jodie blushed. “I tend not to put myself first. Work and home is about all the adventures in my life these days.” She chuckled, embarrassed.
“The stupidity of today’s men to not vie for your attention is my gain. I’m so very glad you’re here.”
A wave of pleasure spread through her. He understood. It made him all the more attractive.

 

About A Ghost for Christmas
Paranormal Erotic Romance.

A Ghost for the Holidays!!!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…

 

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#MySexySaturday from A Ghost for Christmas #MSSAuthors #MSS121 @MySexySaturday

 

My Sexy Saturday Page Header #3Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me for the 121st week of My Sexy Saturday.

Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.


This week’s theme: Her Sexy Fantasy

Today’s sexy is from A Ghost for Christmas. Jodie has just met the ghost who appears every Christmas, and he’s a charming rake … *g*

©KaceyHammell, 2015
“Please tell me how all this is possible.”
“I died on December 24th, 1811.” He smiled reassuringly when she gasped. “It’s all right, my dear, it wasn’t a tragic death. I came to the hotel to write. I was in the middle of penning a story of my family’s history. I loved this place for the inspiration of the view outside but my heart wasn’t good. I was born with a bad heart and was blessed to have lived thirty years.”
Sadness filled Jodie. So young…. “How is it that you’re still here?”
“I’m not sure. After I died, I floated. I feel I’ve been floating forever. I’m not sure if there is another side or plane I’m supposed to be on, but I’ve always remained in this hotel. Every ten years, I find myself in front of this window or sitting at the desk writing.”
“What about the articles? All the women who have seen you?” Jodie couldn’t understand it. She didn’t read ghost stories, never paid much attention to those who said they had something paranormal happen to them. She didn’t know anything about the “other side” or about ghosts or how humans were able to see them. She was totally out of her depth with all this.
“Oh, a man has to find his pleasure. Even as a ghost.” He smirked mischievously. Jodie couldn’t help giggle. He was a fine specimen of male goodness. Strong and lean, feet bare, his trousers fit him like a well-worn glove and showed off muscular thighs. He was gorgeous.
A shiver ran down her spine. “So all the women…you and they…”
He snickered. “Oh yes, some of the best evenings I’ve found here have been in the arms of women who are lonely and looking for a night in a man’s arms who will show them pure passion and just how special they are.”
Jodie blushed. He’d practically described everything she was feeling, and fantasies she had.

 

About A Ghost for Christmas
Paranormal Erotic Romance.

A Ghost for the Holidays!!!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…

 

Available at …
Evernight Publishing
Amazon – US / Canada / UK
B&N (Nook)
aRe
Kobo Store
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#MySexySaturday from A Ghost for Christmas #MSSAuthors #MSS120 @MySexySaturday

 

My Sexy Saturday Page Header #3Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me for the 120th week of My Sexy Saturday.

Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.


 

Today’s sexy is from A Ghost for Christmas. Not a sci-fi romance, however, ghosts are a part of our huge galaxy, right? *g*

Jodie stood at the window in the sitting area, admiring the splendid view. Although she’d been there once before with her parents, she now held a greater appreciation for the beauty. At eight, she remembered the sound of water rushing over the Falls, but couldn’t recall any of the amazing lights dazzling the night sky now that the sun was setting. The night was made for lovers—young or old. Warmth spread through her as she watched a few couples, bundled up, walking hand in hand or with their arms wrapped around one another. They reminded her of her parents.

Married nearly fifty years, they never ceased to amaze her with their love for one another. Whether it was affectionate glances, playful swats when something was humorous or the lip-locks shared when they thought no one was looking, they’d taught her so much about love and respect. While she was nowhere near ready for kids and marriage, the day would come when she’d find the man with whom to spend the rest of her life.

She scoffed at herself for thinking such deep thoughts when tonight was about fantasies and not happily ever after. She focused on the rushing water once again. After her long soak in the massive tub, she’d towel-dried her body and wound her hair tight within a second one. Her long, thick dark locks sometimes took an hour or more to dry so she’d had to wind it snug as possible in the hopes of straightening the wavy mess before it turned frizzy.

Lost in thought and in the view outside, Jodie gasped as a cold breeze moved over her body. She shivered but remained still. The hotel really played up the stories. Somewhere, someone was probably sending cold air into the room to make her think she shared the suite with a specter.

Too bad they chose the wrong woman to mess with. She wouldn’t fall for it.

Suddenly, 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!

 

About A Ghost for Christmas
Paranormal Erotic Romance.

A Ghost for the Holidays!!!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…

 

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