This month I'm showcasing several Ellora's Cave authors. Today, I am honored to have Dena Garson with me. Check out her title Ghostly Persuasion....
Ghostly Persuasion
By Dena Garson
Release Date: July 12, 2013
ISBN: 9781419947278
Blurb:
When American-born Katie takes her mother’s ashes home to Ireland, she finds hunky but spellbound Seamus loitering in her suite at Castle Tullamore. Seamus is surprised Katie can see and hear him because he was turned into a spirit three hundred years earlier. He acts as her personal tour guide, not only showing her the historical sights but introducing her to voyeurism and a variety of other carnal delights. As frustrating as it is not to be able to touch each other, they push the limits as far as possible.
Katie is determined to help Seamus break the spell cast on him by the wife of a previous lord, a woman he refused to take as a lover. With help from a few castle ghosts and the local witch, the two of them aim to free him and find a way to be together in the flesh.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt:
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An Excerpt From: GHOSTLY PERSUASION
Copyright © DENA GARSON, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
When she sank into the steamy bath she sighed with pleasure.
Now this she could get used to very quickly.
Katie allowed her thoughts to drift and float where they wanted. Some
of them were based in reality, like what she would need to do about finding a
roommate when she returned home. The others were nowhere near being real. Her
mind strayed to the idea that a hunky Irishman showed up in her room and
offered to rub away all her aches and pains. He, of course, would know exactly
where to touch her and would want nothing more than to spend all day and night
pleasuring her.
Then, after making love to her multiple times, he would declare his
undying devotion to her.
She snorted to herself. Yeah right. And maybe monkeys will fly out of
my butt too.
It was a lovely thought however. Especially the part where she had
three orgasms before leaving the bathroom. Twice in the tub and once while bent
over the vanity counter. Her fantasy man was extremely talented.
Katie sighed as she stepped out of the tub. It was too bad no such man
existed outside of Jenny’s beloved romance novels.
As she dried off she thought about her last few boyfriends. None of
them had created that special spark she felt should have been there. As much as
she cared for her last boyfriend Alan, she was glad now that he had panicked
and broken up with her right before their college graduation. It hurt at the
time but, looking back, it had been the right thing.
She hadn’t told Alan about her “gift”. That alone should have been a
big indicator the relationship wasn’t going to work. If she didn’t feel
comfortable enough confiding that information, something had definitely been
missing.
After rubbing some lotion on, she slipped into a clean pair of
boyshorts and pulled a t-shirt over her head. With her hair wrapped in a towel,
she padded out to the bedroom. As soon as she had a clear view of the
four-poster bed she skidded to a stop, stunned by the sight of a strange man
lounging against the headboard.
“Excuse me, but what are you doing?” Katie demanded.
The man continued to stare up at the ceiling with his hands behind his
head as if he hadn’t heard her. He appeared to be deep in thought.
Katie was distracted from her irritation by the sight of his wide
shoulders. Her mouth went dry as she ogled the stranger. Even through the linen
shirt she could see he did more than computer programming or living a life of
luxury. He had a rugged look to him that said he knew how to work with his
hands and his body. Her eyes were drawn to the patch of bare skin exposed by
the open V of his shirt then down to the waistband of his trousers. His tan
pants looked as if they were part of a period costume but fit his long,
muscular legs nicely.
The way he was lounging on her bed with his legs spread across the
coverlet made her think that he had no plans to leave anytime soon.
She mentally shook herself back to the situation. There was a man,
although a very masculine and, well, let’s face it, a downright yummy man, in
her room. She didn’t know him and she certainly hadn’t invited him in.
“Uh, hello?” she said a little louder, trying to position herself
behind the nearest chair, hoping to hide the fact that she was wearing very few
clothes.
The man didn’t even twitch.
“Hey! You there.” Katie watched the man closely, looking for any kind
of response but his only response was a slight twitch in one foot. “Can you
hear me?”
Either the man was deaf or he had earphones in. His reddish-blond hair
was tied back, letting her see there were no cords hanging down, but it was
possible he had a wireless device. She hated to draw attention to herself given
her lack of clothing but didn’t believe she had another option since her cell
phone was sitting on the bedside table right next to the hotel phone.
She checked the area around her for something to toss onto the bed. If
she could get the man’s attention she’d simply point out he was in the wrong
room and he needed to leave. There were a few breakable trinkets on the
bookshelf behind her along with, obviously, books. She spotted a small metal
dish within reach. Since she wasn’t sure how valuable any of the items were,
she opted for the item least likely to break.
The bed was only fifteen or twenty feet away so Katie figured she could
Frisbee the dish onto the bed, maybe even make it land right next to the man.
That should be enough to get his notice.
“Hey, Mr. Hunky Irishman! You need to get out of my room!” Katie said
in a much louder voice. Still no response.
Okay. Katie stepped to the side of the tall-backed chair so she could
leverage the dish properly. Here goes nothing.
The tarnished silver dish sailed across the span and landed on the foot
of the bed as she planned. Thanks to the flat, smooth bottom, the dish skimmed
across the bedspread and into the man lying on the bed.
Into the man. She blinked mutely.
Not up next to him.
Not bounced off.
Into the man.
Katie gaped at him, unsure of what she was seeing. He looked real. He
appeared to be corporeal. He didn’t have the hazy, semi-transparent body that
she associated with most spirits. But the dish had passed through him.
What the hell was he then?
As she stared, he turned his head and looked at her. Their eyes met.
Katie’s chest ached at the loneliness she saw in the depths of his gaze. Before
she realized what she was doing she had stepped around the chair and was moving
toward him.
He sat up suddenly and asked, “You can see me, can’t you?”
His native accent lent even more appeal to his deep, baritone voice.
Even though she heard the faint echoey sound she associated with spirits, she
had a very physical reaction. This was one of those rare men she would gladly
listen to as he read stereo instructions.
Katie gave a slight, hesitant nod. She didn’t like revealing her gift
but figured her face and her reactions had already given her away.
The man jumped up and crossed the room quicker than she’d anticipated.
With a squeak of alarm she darted behind the chair when he came to stand right
in front of her.
“Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?” she demanded, pulling
her courage around her like a cloak.
“Ah, lass, you have nothing to fear from me.” He spread his hands out
in front of him in a placating manner.
“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you very much.”
He tipped his head. “I apologize for startling you. It’s been a good
many years since someone other than the local specters could see or hear me. My
excitement got the better of me.”
“Yeah, well…” Katie stammered. “I can kinda understand that.” She
tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “So, who are you?”
“Seamus MacDonhnaill.” He made a short bow. “Formerly of the County
Donegal MacDonhnaills.”
“Formerly? Does that mean you got kicked out of that county or that
family?”
He chuckled. The deep, rich sound sent ripples of warmth down to her
core.
“Neither, actually.” He cocked his head to one side and regarded her.
“I have simply considered myself a resident of Tullamore Castle for some time
now.”
“Ah.” The way he said resident make Katie think he did more than live
here. She cleared her throat nervously. “I, uh… I don’t want to be rude or
anything, but I’m not comfortable standing here talking with someone I don’t
know when I’m only half-dressed.”
Buy Links:
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Reviews:
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BIO:
Dena Garson loves to read romance—the hotter the better.
When one of her BFFs said “one of us should be writing this stuff”, she took up
the challenge. If she isn’t writing, she’s designing jewelry but somehow she
still manages to make it into the office on a regular basis.
Thanks for the spotlight, Charity!
ReplyDeleteYou're very welcome. Thank you for joining me today :-D
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