By
Maggie Mundy
Genre: Contemporary Romance with psychic
elements
Beth is a widow
and Greg is an ex-con. They are two lost souls who have a random night of sex
together. Nine months later they meet again. This time, swear words roll off
her tongue as she gives birth to their son. Everything changes when Greg holds
Josh, but this isn’t real, they are not married, or a happy family. Plus there
are ghosts on the scene who plan on taking possession of people for their own
ends. Greg can offer money, but can’t offer love. Their relationship should be
doomed, but sometimes the most unlikely of partners bring out the best in each
other if they can only stay alive.
Greg’s lips were
so close, and Beth wanted them on hers. No, she didn’t, but yes she did––okay,
seriously confused here. His eyes gazed into hers, and she sensed he was
waiting for her. It was just a kiss, but it had been so long. More than that,
she needed him to stay and make her feel alive, if he left her alone, she might
do the unthinkable. She moved forward and lips touched, just a feather-light
touch. She trembled, he trembled, and from that moment, she was lost.
He moved back
and smiled at her. They were like a couple of naughty kids doing something they
shouldn’t. His strong hands held her face as if she were delicate porcelain as
he ran his right thumb slowly along her bottom lip, then he leaned forward. His
lips brushed against hers, caressing them from one end to the other. Alarm
bells were ringing and saying this was much more than a kiss, but she decided
to ignore them just for one moment, then she would ask him to go.
That was a lie,
and she knew it.
His lips parted,
and Beth tasted the sweetness of his coffee as she explored his mouth. She had
forgotten how sensual a kiss could be as his lips pressed firmly against hers,
and his tongue swirled and discovered every corner of her mouth. His arms
encircled her waist, pulling her close as his body pressed into her. It was too
long since she had felt a man against her, a man hard for her, wanting her. Her
arms hung at her side. She didn’t trust herself to touch him. She didn’t trust
herself to do anything. He pulled away, and she found herself leaning forward,
her breathing rapid as her mouth and body ached and yearned for more.
“I’d like to
stay, Beth. You don’t know me, but I won’t hurt you, I promise. I just want to
be with you.”
She could tell
him to leave, but he made her hot in places that had been cold for so long. Her
need was frightening in its intensity. He stood still. She needed to be wanted
by him tonight, even if he walked out the door in the morning. In fact, she
wanted him to walk out the door in the morning. No one would know. Didn’t she
deserve to have a night of passion with a stranger, to make up for all the
pain?
“Yes.” Was that
her voice? It sounded breathy. He smiled at her and then bent his head so his
lips touched her neck. His tongue swirled on her skin, causing her to melt
inside. Her body was hot, and yet she shivered. The yearning she sensed deep
inside was almost painful, but it was a good pain. She was still alive.
He stopped and
stood back.
“You’re sure
about this? I can still go. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want
to.”
I live in
Adelaide, Australia with my husband, one cat, two dogs and a snake. I have a
motorbike that I would like to ride more than I do and I love walking at the
beach and listening to the waves. I've always loved reading all forms of
fiction from high fantasy and paranormal to contemporary and decided the
stories in my head needed to be written down. It was either that or start on
medication. Unlike many, I didn’t know I wanted to be a writer until a few
years back. I started off doing a degree in drama but soon realized my
love was in writing, though there is a play lurking somewhere on my computer.
My day job is as a nurse in the operating room. I believe romance can be fun to
read and write but it’s exciting to spice it up with the uncertainty that comes
with suspense where the rules can be broken.
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