Paranormal Love Wednesday

Welcome to another Paranormal Love Wednesdays blog hop. A weekly blog hop featuring paranormal stories. From witches to werewolves, vampires to beserkers, you name it, we have it. This blog is open to authors and writers whose work is published or unpublished. Works in progress or WIPs. are also welcome. So joins us every week and check out our cool stories. 

Today's excerpt is  from Rose of Crimson

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.

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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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