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Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: self
ISBN-10: 1515150690
Type: Fiction
Pages: 116
Copyright: july 21, 2015
ISBN-13: 9781515150695
Price: $99.00 (eBook)
Once a vibrant young woman, Carolina is now a ghost obsessed with the man charged to investigate her murder. Psychic, Jackson Winterborn, a family man and FBI agent, has some haunts of his own.
Carolina seeks the love she never had in life.
Her fear of the afterlife, fuels her resistance in assisting Jackson, an FBI investigator, in her own murder investigation. If he solves it, she will cross over and lose him forever. She offers him another way.
Jackson has decisions of his own to make, some that will not make her happy. As he closes in on her killer, Carolina must face truths she'd rather not know. Jackson is forced face the truth within himself.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Love is Eternal, Sometimes
Standing behind him, she wished he could see her as she ran her dainty fingers through his long, salt and pepper hair. To her delight, his hair was remarkably soft. Even though he didn’t respond to her touch, she continued playing with his locks. Carolina had been dead for forty eight hours and he still had no leads as to who her killer was. Not that it bothered her, he could take all the time he needed. In the meantime, she fancied herself his secret lover.
The older, tall, handsome, Native American man, with the deep bronze complexion, had fascinated her ever since she saw him kneeling next to her dead body. She had learned his name was Jackson Winterborn and he was an FBI agent. Personally, she'd never liked older men, but since the first time she saw him, it was lust as first sight.
She’d watched him during his initial investigation of her murder, treating her dead body with care. He didn’t follow suit and succumb to making jokes about her state of undress, or about what a shame it was, given she had such a smoking body, as one lecherous uniformed officer put it.
It also didn’t matter to her that he was married, she was, after all, dead. It’s not like he could see her flowing silky blonde hair or the cute dimples that appeared every time she smiled. She longed for him to feel her perky breasts and shapely ample hips. She also longed to trade places with his wife, Naomi, even if it was just for him to kiss her goodbye as he left to begin his day.
She sighed deeply as he stepped out of the shower, towel drying his dripping wet body. He wasn’t young, but then again, he wasn’t exactly old either, and his body, though slightly pudgy in a typical way for a man of his years, was still desirable, and besides he was all man where it counted, she noted with a smile.
At times he seemed to look right into her eyes. Her heart would quicken with excitement, hoping this time he really could see and speak to her, but to her disappointment, he'd only reach right through her grabbing any number of items off his dresser.
Not to say she didn’t like the sensual sensation of his arm going through her. She’d likened it to something almost as good as an orgasm. She told herself that something, anything, was better than nothing in this sucky afterlife.
He didn’t dress like a typical agent either. No drab blue, off the rack, suit for him. He donned instead a pair of well-worn blue jeans and a western style button down shirt. Watching him braid his long hair, she wanted desperately to help, but instead, had to settle for watching his wife take a brush, and do what she longed to do.
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