This week’s theme is Our Sexy New Year. As the New Year starts, what’s more fun than thinking about all those New Year resolutions. Or not. How about those things the characters did at the holiday parties? Or how about that person they woke up next to and don’t remember a thing? Yeah, this week it’s more than just resolutions we’re thinking about here. We’re thinking a little about those resolutions but more about the impossible situations characters have found themselves in and the stories revolving around either. It could also be about all the great things that have happened as well. After all, some of those off-kilter things just might have turned into something beautiful.
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First, the blurb.
KATE ROKOV‘s grades are plummeting. She needs to get the voice out of her head or she will flunk her finals.
MATTHIAS ZRIN, a three centuries old immortal, born into an aristocratic family as Miles Rušinić, is enthralled with Kate. It is his voice preventing Kate from sleeping and her ignorance is testing his limits. He wants her to write down his story to settle his wife’s earthbound spirit. His tragic love story has become Kate’s obsession since fifth grade during her summer trip to Rušinić castle.
Their coming together settles the old spirit and breaks an ancient curse, and in doing so, a flame spanning over three centuries reignites and burns with wild desire. In this tale of two life times and desire versus emotional need, both know some dreams will have to wait for the right time, but the magic between them is impossible to withstand.
And here's that sexy excerpt you've been waiting on:
Kate dug her fingernails into her palms. The loneliness must be getting to her at this dead hour or she wouldn't imagine the incoherent whispers had taken a deep masculine tone. Impossible, she wasn't that lonely or loony and she had been conversing with him for the past twenty or so minutes. He seemed less threatening and that smooth voice of his eased the tension between her shoulders.
A spark of curiosity ignited to a full blaze. She must find out more about him. “Need me? What for?”
“To tell my story.” There was no mistaking this time as his fingers raked gently through her hair, making her chest heavy and spinning her mind. How could he have known she was a sucker for head massages? He moved his fingers down her neck and shoulders. Yes, dig in right there and loosen up the knot. Damn this was good, she must stop him or she’d write down the complete saga.
He eased the pressure on her skin. “How does that kink in your shoulder feel? Better?”
“It’s almost gone.” Bless him, the man worked magic on her in more than one way. “Hey, how did you know I had a kink in there?”
“You rubbed that spot before.” By now he brushed his fingers over her neck.
Hmm, what else had he seen her doing? Oh no, those few times she’d stepped out of the shower and realized she’d forgotten to hang a fresh towel and ran to the linen closet wet and naked. Heat rushed to her cheeks, she sucked her lower lip between her teeth. The invisible visitor remained silent. Perhaps he hadn't been in her flat during those incidents.
“So, what’s your story about?” She arched one brow, tilting her head under his pressing fingers. Of course everyone had a story, so why was she surprised an un-dead ghost consulted her to tell his tale?
“You’ll find out soon enough.” A tickle ran along her arm once more. “And it can’t be told in one night.”
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Wonderful, that was what she got for sticking her nose in the paranormal stuff in the past. Now he’d cling around her for who knows how long. She had hoped to be rid of him, preferably tonight. The feel of his caring touches returned to her mind. From what she gathered by his closeness and the touch of his big hands caressing her neck and shoulders, he must be tall and, she imagined, quite muscular. Oh, if she could only see him, but she quickly shook the idea away.
Why was she so accepting of this disembodied voice? Though she struggled to remain as calm as possible, from the literature on the subject, the best was to keep one’s fear in check in the presence of a haunted soul. Yet, her curiosity sprouted and spread through her veins like weeds. “Listen, Miles.” She exhaled. “You sought out the wrong person. I have to cram for my exams and I have term papers due. Can’t you find someone else?”
“No.” He demanded, “I can’t let you go. I need you to write down what I can’t tell anyone anymore.”
She gasped. He wanted to confess something. A murder he committed long ago. Or had he been murdered and wanted to point out his killers? Either way the dial on her curiosity gauge turned up to full volume, this had Agatha Christie written all over it. If the crime took place long ago, what was she to do with the evidence? There she went again, letting her imagination run wild.
The absence of his touch left her wanting for more. “I've seen your school papers. You are a good writer.”
“What, were you standing over my shoulder the entire time?” Of course he had. She shouldn't be surprised. Chances were he’d seen her running for the towel, the fact he hadn't mentioned it told her he was a true gentleman. “College assignments cannot compare to what you’re asking me to do. There are so many other skilled persons for sure. So, why me?”
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