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Blurb:
Book 2 in the Body & Soul series.
Jeremy Burbank is dead but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have certain…needs. But where does a dead guy with a five-year boner find a woman who 1. can help him cross from the world of the spirit to the living, and 2. doesn’t need a legally binding marriage license to be happy? One fiery redhead from his high school days fills all the criteria. Of course, she’s not going to make this easy…
Hope Love Hart, the most unpsychic psychic medium in the business, is desperate. Her customers are demanding refunds, the utility company’s threatening to shut off her power, and her life’s a mess. The source of her problems—she couldn’t hear a ghost if it were standing on her head screaming in her ear with a megaphone. On a whim, she scrapes together some cash and buys a music CD on eBay from a mysterious seller who claims it’ll help her connect with the spirit world.
The result? Two worlds—and two strong wills—collide, producing a couple of phantoms, a handful of fantasies and a whole lot of excitement, both in the bedroom and out.
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An Excerpt From: PHANTASMIC FANTASIES
Copyright © TAWNY TAYLOR, 2005.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Hope’s cheeks flushed a sexy shade of pink as she nodded. “Okay.”
Hot, his whole body tight with building need, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to her bedroom, the weight of her so right in his arms. He set her gently on the bed and looked down, his gaze taking a slow, twisty path down her body and then back up to her face. “You are so beautiful. So…perfect.” Eager to see what lay below her clothes, he helped her sit up then lifted her pullover top over her head, leaving her nude from the waist up with the exception of her lace bra.
His fingertip traced the line of the cup as it cut across the top of her right breast and, breathless, he watched as she sucked in a quick, shallow breath at his touch. Seeming too heavy to remain open, her eyelids fluttered and fell over her eyes.
As he leaned closer and left a trail of soft butterfly kisses over her chest, he inhaled, drawing in her unique scent. Coconut, soap and the unmistakable scent of Hope, the wonderful combination so sweet he had to inhale over and over. He couldn’t get enough.
His hands trembled slightly when he reached around her back and unhooked her bra, and his gaze dropped to tangle with hers as she lifted her hands to his shoulders. Emotions flickered across their emerald depths, stirring something deep inside him, something he couldn’t yet name but something that had been lying there, quietly waiting for the right moment to reveal itself. Her fingertips dug at the muscles capping his shoulders before trailing down his arms and he groaned. The skin of his upper arms tingled, sending waves of heat through his body.
He could see she held her breath as he slid first the right shoulder strap down then the left. Her bra dropped from her breasts, hanging from her arms at the elbows. He gently pulled her hands from his arms to remove it completely.
She sat before him, nude to her waist, her arms at her sides, hunger and need darkening her eyes and spiking his temperature even higher. He couldn’t imagine wanting a woman more than he wanted Hope. He wanted to touch her, taste her, hear her every breath. His touches flitted over the silky skin of her upper body, leaving trails of goose bumps in their wake. Her sighs made every muscle in his body coil tighter with need.
Her back tightened under his exploring fingertips and she pushed her breasts out in a silent plea for his touch. How could any man resist such a temptation? He answered by circling a nipple with his tongue.
Sweet heaven. He flicked the hard nub until she squirmed underneath him.
Sweet agony.
She cried out and caught the back of his head in her hands, tugging gently as she curled her fingers into tight fists. “Oh God,” she murmured, over and over as he pulled her nipple into his mouth and suckled. First it was gentle but then as her cries grew louder, and his hunger intensified from a slight sting to a deep burn, he devoured her flesh hungrily. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
His cock throbbing, screaming for release from against its fabric prison, he stopped a moment and looked up at her, the taste of her still tingling on his tongue. If he wasn’t already dead, he could die happy right now. He whispered, “You’re so sweet, love. So sweet.” And then he moved to her other breast, alternately sucking and nipping until she was no longer squirming but all-out writhing.
She groaned again and fell backward, reaching for his shoulders but missing as she landed with a plop on the mattress.
The sight of her flat on her back on the bed, her eyes blinking open, searching for him, her cheeks and chest tinged a deep red, nearly sent him over the edge. Afraid of even the slightest movement, the rub of his cotton shorts against his cock, might make him completely lose control, he stood at the foot of the bed, immobile and mute.
She pushed herself up on bent elbows. “Jeremy?”
“I’m here, love. I just wanted to look at you. I want to see all of you. Can you take off your pants?”
She nodded and unfastened the button and zipper before sliding her jeans down over her hips. With fingers that were hardly more nimble than numb stumps thanks to his nerves, he helped her pull her pants down and then tossed them aside while she worked on removing her panties. Her legs were long, smooth, shapely and feminine, exactly how he’d imagined them. With a fingertip he traced a path from her hip to her ankle then back up again. A soft gasp slipped between her parted lips, kicking his heart into overdrive.
Now fully nude, she lay flat on her back visibly trembling, shivering. His hunger-filled gaze meandered over her flesh. His balls were so tight he thought they might burst. His head so soupy, his every thought but one became stuck in the sludge. I want her. Now.
“Absolutely perfect,” he muttered. He licked his dry lips. “I want to see your pussy. Open your legs for me.” He heard the tight restraint in his voice, could see how his command fed her hunger.
What reviewers are saying...
I found this book very unusual and utterly wonderful read. The last chapter does not disappoint or follow the typical, predictable ending one might expect. I found the playfulness and honesty between Hope and Jeremy very refreshing to read. Of course the sex is indeed erotic and definitely not a waste of time to read this story.
Anita, Enchanted in Romance
"Some parts of the book made me laugh out loud, others almost made me cry. The suspense was a great addition to the love story and the villain, although not a major character, considering the whole book, was sufficiently evil to keep me on edge...I would recommend this book to all readers who like funny, heart-warming but also hot romances with a paranormal touch and some suspense mixed in."
Sandra, Cupids Library Reviews
"I found this book very unusual and utterly wonderful read. The last chapter does not disappoint or follow the typical, predictable ending one might expect. I found the playfulness and honesty between Hope and Jeremy very refreshing to read. Of course the sex is indeed erotic and definitely not a waste of time to read this story." 4 1/2 Unicorns
Anita, Enchanted in Romance
"a delightful story with lots of humor and just the right touch of suspense..."
"Jeremy was mouth-wateringly handsome with his display of chivalry, seduction, and charm. ."
