Romantic excerpt from Kali Willows’ novel, SAVANNAH’S GHOST TALE (Paranormal, contemporary, erotic romance)
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Savannah Teale has an obsession with the supernatural—to disprove it. An unorthodox Ghost Hunter with a dark secret, she doesn’t believe in life after death. Not anymore. Being romantically challenged since the traumatic death of her fiancé, she has no interest in dating, but her sister’s loving interference has led her to accept a date for a 1Night Stand.
Cameron Evans is one of Savannah’s most handsome, charismatic, and sexy bachelors. He’s an exceptionally gifted tour guide, and a psychic, but hasn’t learned how to turn off his gifts. Since his conversations with the dead are a turn-off for most women—to put it mildly—Cameron has turned to Madame Eve to find a woman who can accept him for himself and all he has to give.
They may be a great match—if a certain, lingering ghost would just step out of the picture.
What the hell is going on? A shadow flashed across the stone threshold, startling her. Her heart raced and she stumbled down the steps, her eyes flitting frantically back and forth, scanning for movement but finding none. Her clumsy feet tangling, she stumbled over a flat stone and toppled backward.
A sudden heat surrounded her and she paused in mid-fall, suspended over the dark pit of an open grave. Breathless and terror-stricken, it took her a moment to realize the warmth was strong arms wrapped around her. Back on her feet, she spun around to find Cameron, the tour guide, watching her with an amused expression.
“Are you okay?” He gripped her shaking shoulders.
“I’m fine, I just saw—I tripped.” Vannah tried to catch her breath, her mind racing with madness.
“You should watch where you’re stepping in a cemetery.”
“I didn’t expect—I didn’t realize they still buried people here.”
“You know, it’s frowned upon to be raiding graves at night around these parts.”
“I wasn’t raiding anything.” She jerked out of his hold and grabbed her bag from the ground, jamming her detector back inside. I’m glad none of my equipment ended up in that grave. She yanked her twisted camisole top and shorts back into place.
“What did you see?” His penetrating gaze sent a current through her chest.
“Nothing, I didn’t—there’s nothing to see, let’s go.”
“Whoa, whoa, hang on. Something scared you. Tell me what you saw.”
If she wasn’t throbbing with terror right now, she might have actually swooned under his gaze. “Are you deaf? I said I didn’t see anything.” She turned to walk away.
“Who is Mark?”
With a white hot jolt, her stomach bottomed out and her feet froze to the ground. “Who is Mark and why can’t he breathe?”