Despite the Ghosts

For spirit medium and parapsychology professor Nola Richards, love is as dead as the ghosts she communicates with. Then one spirit’s cryptic message on her shower door forces her out of the paranormal and into the arms of his hot bachelor brother, business tycoon and complete skeptic Parker Sebastian.

As if dealing with funeral arrangements, an ugly internal and his greedy step-family weren’t enough, Parker’s newest problem arrives in a gorgeous, if eccentric, package. After hearing Nola’s “message from beyond”, Parker knows two things: he wants her…and she’s a con artist somehow responsible for his brother’s death. How else could she know undisclosed details about the suicide?

To help this restless ghost, Nola must overcome Parker’s disbelief. Although sexual energy crackles between them, she knows corporation and meditation don’t mix. It’ll take more than spirit interference and otherworldly signs to make their romance work, Despite the Ghosts.

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“Your brother’s ghost didn’t come back for your peace of mind. There’s something else...something left unfinished. More than just fingering his killer, I think.”

I had Parker’s full attention now, and my heart picked up in tempo as his gaze intensified. Those gorgeous blue eyes made me all shivery. Largely in the groin region.

“Have any theories?”

“Well, nothing that’s coming to me psychically, if that’s what you mean.” I shrugged my shoulders. “But if I had to guess, I’d say the typical stuff we’d all worry about with our lives cut short. Wills, things left undone, things unsaid...I don’t know. You knew your brother. What would he linger for?”

Parker gave a snort.

“Women, golf, women, expensive cars, women, scuba diving. Did I mention women?”

I laughed. “That bad, huh?”

“When he died, his girlfriends came swarming like locusts. That’s what I thought you were, at first.”

“How flattering. Was that before or after you un-cuffed me?” I pushed the jacket sleeves back to point meaningfully at the red welts on my wrists. “Did the rest of the locusts get the same VIP treatment I did?”

He had the good grace to flush.

“No, you were the only one we had to restrain.” His smile faded as he lifted my wrists to examine them in the low light. Then, he lowered his head, placing a lingering kiss on first one wrist, then the other.

My breath caught in my throat, and the smart remark I had lined up fizzled on my lips.

“I’m sorry about that.” His breath warmed my exposed flesh. “I promise never to tie you up again. Unless you ask.”

I didn’t know whether to giggle or moan.

“Is that lack of sleep talking?” My response came out breathless and giddy. “Because I’m getting mixed signals.”

He gave a throaty chuckle. “And you said you were psychic.”