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12 thrilling novels in one volume (The first 7 are adult, and the last 5 are young adult)
12 sexy heroes.
12 strong heroines.

This is twelve works of fiction from some of today's most exciting authors.


A star-studded anthology of thrilling, action-packed and totally swoon-worthy first books by your favorite women authors.


The first 7 adult stories are 18+ due to sexual situations. Some stories have been previously published. Stories range from novellas to full length novels. 


Adult:


Book 1 – IN DUSK’S EMBRACE by Isobelle Cate
Book 2 – WARRIORS OF THE ATLANTEAN EMPIRE by C.L. Pardington
Book 3 – ETERNAL VOWS by Chrissy Peebles
Book 4 – WAKING UP DEAD by Catherine Wolffe
Book 5 – A GRAVE EXCHANGE by Tara Rose
Book 6 – TUESDAY’S CHILD by Dale Mayer
Book 7 – VIRGIN MOON by Ally Thomas

Young Adult:


Book 8 – ZOMBIFIED by Lyra McKen
Book 9 – CRUSH by Chrissy Peebles
Book 10 – VAMPIRE IN DENIAL by Dale Mayer
Book 11 – SEVENTH MARK (Part 1) by W.J. May
Book 12 – KEEPER (Part 1) by Tiffany Evans

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Release dateDec 24, 2013
ISBN9781497787001
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    Darlings of Paranormal Romance - Chrissy Peebles

    DARLINGS OF PARANORMAL ROMANCE

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    Some stories have been previously published. Some stories are novellas and some are full length.

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    12 thrilling stories in one volume (The first 7 are adult, and the last 5 are young adult)
    12 sexy heroes.
    12 strong heroines.
    This is twelve works of fiction from some of today's most exciting authors.
    A star-studded anthology of thrilling, action-packed and totally swoon-worthy first stories by your favorite women authors.
    **Click On The Title To Start Reading**
    Book 1 – Isobelle Cate
    Blurb: Does Fate intervene between life and death? Does love hold back the soul from its eternal journey?
    Juliana had loved and lost before losing her way, seemingly dead amongst the living. Simon lost his soul in a forgotten war, in a forgotten century, and lost his zest for life until he tempted Fate. Now he was living nowhere amongst the living.
    When the two meet by chance in a secret mystical place hidden in plain sight, neither could unlock the puzzle of their existence.
    Or had they?
    Book 2 – WARRIORS OF THE ATLANTEAN EMPIRE By C.L. Pardington
    Blurb: The war between Atlantis and Oceania has raged for decades, but it wasn’t always so...
    Lifelong friends and allies, Crehon Ariskan, Emperor of Atlantis, and Atargatis, future Mer King of Oceania, face a devastating threat from abroad. They agree to do whatever it takes to protect their worlds, but the toll of battle becomes higher than they ever imagined and in an instant friends turn to foes.
    Secrets, love, sex, betrayal, and tragedy await.
    The war is about to begin in this prelude to the Warriors of the Atlantean Empire Series. * Due to sexual content, this book is recommended for 18+
    Book 3 – ETERNAL VOWS BY Chrissy Peebles (A  story at 63,000 words. It’s a combination of paranormal romance and fantasy adventure.)

    ORIGINAL BOOK TRAILER: http://youtu.be/n_w-eZwPJbA

    CURRENT BOOK TRAILER: http://youtu.be/JJzoHW0xVMI

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    Blurb: Never marry a stranger...even if he is a drop-dead gorgeous immortal king.
    Never pretend to be a princess.
    And most importantly...never slip on an ancient wedding ring you know nothing about.
    Sarah Larker returns to a cave where her sister disappeared ten years earlier. She walks through a portal and is mistaken for a runaway princess on the run by a dangerous immortal king in medieval times. Her plan is bold as well as daring—become this princess, wed the king, and slip on an ancient wedding ring that will unlock the portal back home. Then find her sister and run as fast as she can out of Dodge. But taking on the identity of Princess Gloria comes along with dangerous consequences; and slipping on the ruby ring comes with an even higher price.
    Fantasy Romance Series – The Ruby Ring Saga 
    Book 4 – WAKING UP DEAD by Catherine Wolffe
    Blurb: The Western Werewolf Legend series continues
    The truth, Sonja Brooks understands is relevant. She's a werewolf with a special 'gift' and faces danger at every turn. Now, the bloodsuckers stalk her family and the man she loves.
    He vowed to protect his men despite the cost. Tyler Loflin must save them and Sonja from the threat of Yankee vampires. Seeking help from one of them will test his faith in the human he once knew and his own strength as a newly born werewolf.
    Escaping to a better place, Ty and Sonja set out for Texas, but will the freedom and safety they seek elude them?
    Book 5 – A GRAVE EXCHANGE by Tara Rose
    Blurb: A Grave Exchange will leave you breathless, shaking from head to toe, glowing, turned on and giddy with excitement over such a rare find. 
    Ivy Steele is the character all women today find in themselves, someone strong, independent, but who has a horrid past to overcome. 
    Lucius Valentine is a leader amongst his men who swore to uphold his kingdom but tragedies set in and his fate is sealed, until he meets the beautiful Ivy. 
    Can they together dare to dream of true love, can they together survive what fate has thrown their way or will their relationship end in doom?
    Book 6 – TUESDAY’S CHILD by Dale Mayer
    Blurb: What she doesn't want...is exactly what he needs.
    Shunned and ridiculed all her life for something she can't control, Samantha Blair hides her psychic abilities and lives on the fringes of society. Against her will, however, she's tapped into a killer—or rather, his victims. Each woman's murder, blow-by-blow, ravages her mind until their death releases her back to her body. Sam knows she must go to the authorities, but will the rugged, no-nonsense detective in charge of tracking down the killer believe her?
    Detective Brandt Sutherland only trusts hard evidence, yet Sam's visions offer clues he needs to catch a killer. The more he learns about her incredible abilities, however, the clearer it becomes that Sam's visions have put her in the killer's line of fire. Now Brandt must save her from something he cannot see or understand...and risk losing his heart in the process.
    As danger and desire collide, passion raises the stakes in a game Sam and Brandt don't dare lose.
    Book 7 – VIRGIN MOON by Ally Thomas
    Blurb: A forbidden romance with a vampire unlocks a virgin werewolf's passions
    Vincent, the rebel vampire son of the dark lord Alichino, receives Emily, a virgin werewolf as a playmate. He wants no part of his father's latest toy until he looks into the virgin's eyes and feels his heart flutter. Vincent realizes he must escape with the werewolf beauty who has awakened his heart before she's found or dies at the hands of his evil father. (approximately 30,000 words)
    In the spirit of a serial series, Virgin Moon is the first episode in this werewolf/vampire romance between the rebel vampire, Vincent and the virgin werewolf, Emily. More episodes are possibly planned to be written.
    For mature readers 18+

    The Young Adult Section

    Book 8 – ZOMBIFIED by LYRA MCKEN
    Blurb: Cassie is a typical teenager. She's crushing on a boy and trying to make it through high school. It's a typical day when all hell breaks loose. Forced to run and hide, the situation just keeps getting worse. She makes a mistake and soon becomes infected. She meets others like her and together they set out to find a cure. Is their fate already sealed? Can they find a cure before it's too late? See what happens through the eyes of the infected when Cassie tells you how Zombies are people too.
    Book 9 – CRUSH by Chrissy Peebles

    The Crush Saga Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/4eMF8KXEUc4

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    His precious touch could prove deadly... 

    When Taylor Sparks moves from New York City to Big Bear Lake, California, her life is forever changed when she meets a hot guy with winter-blue eyes named Jesse. Their attraction is instant, the chemistry undeniable. But sadly, things aren't adding up. Taylor wonders what her 'crush' is hiding. When her new friend, Fred tells her his suspicions about Jesse being a paranormal creature, Taylor laughs. But when Fred turns up dead, she believes every warning he ever told her. 

    Taylor is shocked to learn that Big Bear Lake isn't just glittering lakes, towering pines, and breathtaking mountains...there's more...way more than meets the eye. 

    Will Taylor dive into a paranormal world she knows nothing about? To be with the one her heart can’t live without? 

    There’s more to come after Crush!

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    Book 10 – VAMPIRE IN DENIAL by Dale Mayer
    Blurb: Blood doesn't just make her who she is...it also makes her what she is.
    Like being a sixteen-year-old vampire isn't hard enough, Tessa's throwback human genes make her an outcast among her relatives. But try as she might, she can't get a handle on the vampire lifestyle and all the...blood.
    Turning her back on the vamp world, she embraces the human teenage lifestyle—high school, peer pressure and finding a boyfriend. Jared manages to stir something in her blood. He's smart and fun and oh, so cute. But Tessa's dream of a having the perfect boyfriend turns into a nightmare when vampires attack the movie theatre and kidnap her date. 
    Once again, Tessa finds herself torn between the human world and the vampire one. Will blood own out? Can she make peace with who she is as well as what? 
    Warning: This book ends with a cliffhanger! Book 2 picks up where this book ends.
    Book 11 – SEVENTH MARK (Part 1) by W.J. May
    Blurb: If you discovered something about yourself that was less than pleasant, would you search for the answers or would you be too afraid of what you might find?
    Like most teenagers, Rouge is trying to figure out who she is and what she wants to be. With little knowledge about her past, she has questions but has never tried to find the answers. Everything changes when she befriends a strangely intoxicating family. Siblings Grace and Michael, appear to have secrets which seem connected to Rouge. Her hunch is confirmed when a horrible incident occurs at an outdoor party. Rouge may be the only one who can find the answer.
    An ancient journal, a Siorghra necklace and a special mark force life-altering decisions for a girl who grew up unprepared to fight for her life or others.
    All secrets have a cost and Rouge’s determination to find the truth can only lead to trouble...or something even more sinister.
    Book 12 – KEEPER by Tiffany Evans
    Blurb: As a Drea, Taylee Pierce, is a walking energy bong—or that’s how the gift stealing Rygons see her. Her ability to control minds in their hands could mean the destruction of the Kember and Drea race. Laced with speed, strength, and a physical ability, each Kember holds the key to not only defeat the Rygons, but to protect one Drea until death. 
    But what happens when one who’s born to protect, hunts instead? 
    During a heated battle with a rogue Kember, Taylee’s forced to run and let her own Kember—the man who raised her—face him alone. With the announcement of her protector’s death, Taylee’s anger and obsession regarding the mysterious murderer take over. She’s hell-bent on bringing her guardian justice, even if it means walking into the enemy’s trap.

    Book 1 – Isobelle Cate

    Paranormal Romance

    In Dusk’s Embrace

    Copyright © 2013 Isobelle Cate

    First E-book Publication: January  2014

    Cover design by Ally Thomas

    No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without express written permission of the author. This eBook is licensed for your enjoyment only. It may not be re-sold or given away to other people. 

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

    All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

    In Dusk’s Embrace

    Isobelle Cate

    In the rush of Autumn

    Of passions unquenched

    In Dusk’s Embrace will I find you

    ‘Til we are finally spent....

    Chapter One

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    Manchester 2013

    I think it’s time you got out of the house.

    Juliana continued to scrub the kitchen sink. Why would I want to do that?

    You’ve become a hermit, Jules. Joanna shook her head. She leaned against the counter nursing a mug of jasmine tea.

    Juliana sighed glancing at her. I know what you’re doing, Jo. And if it weren’t for the fact that you’re my best friend, I’d have thrown you out of our house.

    Your house, not our house. Joanna replied in a gentle tone. It’s been your house for the last five years.

    Please don’t say anymore. Juliana let go of the scrub and rinsed her hands under the tap. You don’t know what it feels like to lose the man you love in a war that we shouldn’t be fighting in the first place.

    She walked out of the kitchen to putter around the living room that had already been cleaned. Joanna followed her.

    Jules —

    Stop being a pain in the backside, Jo. I’m sick to death of it.

    And I can’t let you wallow in the land of the dead when you’re still in the land of the living.

    Juliana rolled her eyes in irritation and disbelief. Why can’t you let it go? Her voice rose showing her agitation. Brody was my life. Would have been my life. When he died, I died with him!

    I know he was your life. Joanna’s voice matched hers. I introduced you to him, remember? But I don’t think he would have wanted you to waste away like this. Would he have wanted you to pine away for him until you smelled like the earth?

    Joanna!

    It’s true, her friend insisted. Brody knew what being a soldier was. He knew how it could possibly end. He chose you because you were the strength he needed. You were his life. His backbone. His reason to be the best he could ever be.

    Juliana trembled in anguish and anger. Stop it. I mean it.

    Fine, Joanna said. Throw me out if you have to, but you will listen to what I have to say. The best way you can celebrate Brody’s life is to live and not entomb yourself in this house where only your memories keep you company.

    Joanna placed her mug down on the table and headed toward the door.

    You’re such a pain in the arse. Juliana mumbled.

    Joanna opened the door before turning to her. How would you know what pain is when you have left yourself for dead?

    Juliana winced at her best friend’s words. She jerked at the sound of the door being closed. The click was just a whisper but to Juliana it sounded like a gunshot that echoed in the house.

    Her house did sound like a tomb.

    Chapter Two

    Manchester 1901

    Hurry, Simon! I can’t be late for my appointment. Dottie tugged at her brother’s arm as they jostled their way along Deansgate. She turned around and stomped her satin clad foot. Come on!

    I can’t understand why I have to put up with you, he muttered. I can’t understand why you have to listen to all that nonsense!

    Simon didn’t want his sister to know that by pulling him she was contributing to the pain that raced up and down his left leg.

    My dear Simon, this isn’t nonsense. Dottie raised her delicate brow in mock surprise. You’re no fun anymore since you’ve come back from fighting the Boers.

    Simon sighed. Try soldiering sometime, Dottie. You’d be surprised at how you won’t need to preen and go to every fortune teller in Manchester. Your fate stares you right in the face every day.

    I will do no such thing! Women in battle? That’s scandalous. Dottie huffed. Mother will be mortified if you told her that. War is only for men. And you my dear brother are an old man of thirty-five to my eighteen.

    Oh get on with it, Dottie, he scowled. Let’s get this over and done with.

    Simon couldn’t stop glowering. It was an unusually warm October day for Manchester where rain was often the norm. He was uncomfortable. He hated the stares he got from passers-by - a  man sometimes leaning heavily on his cane.  He felt old, ancient even. And the pain in his leg was rising in degrees.

    The horse-drawn trams weaved their way in and out of the streets while people avoided them as they crossed. Simon wrinkled his nose at the smell of horse manure and urine and bent down to make sure that he didn’t step on anything unmentionable even though they were on the pavement. He allowed his sister to move several feet ahead of him. A head taller than most of the people around him, he could easily spot his sister’s blond hair and elegantly cut day suit.

    They finally reached their destination, an alleyway unlike any other he had seen. It was clean and devoid of any refuse as though the alleyway did not belong to the city. Shaking his head out of his fanciful thoughts Simon frowned in distaste. Dottie was waiting for him in front of what seemed like a ship’s bulkhead on the side of the red brick building. At the sight of Simon’s frown, Dottie frowned as well.

    Don’t think I can’t make faces at you just because you’re so much older than I am. I’m your little sister and you must, at least, humour me.

    Oh heaven forbid!

    Dottie laughed before rapping her knuckles on the metal door. A while later, the door opened, its hinges screeching like nails on a slate. Both she and Simon winced before a woman with different colours of silk flowing all over her svelte body presented herself.

    Madame Merta? Dottie’s voice was soft and inquiring.

    Who asks?

    The woman’s voice held Simon spellbound. It flowed over him like silk. She turned to look at him, her eyes lighting up in a flash of recognition before it disappeared. Simon had an overwhelming sense of being on the edge of an unknown about to be discovered.

    You are here to have your fortune told? she asked him.

    Before he could reply, his sister spoke.

    No. I’m the one who requested it. I’m Dorothy Lowe. Dottie answered her. My brother is my chaperon.

    She nodded then turned her attention to Simon. She continued to look at him for a little longer before she spoke. Come.

    The narrow hallway was a welcome respite from the heat outside. Simon breathed an audible sigh of relief at the coolness that swept down his sweating back. Soon enough, the cold and damp of the hallway began to reach his busted knee, causing it to ache. With his first breath of cool air, he smelled incense, a sweet scent that he couldn’t quite get a finger on. All incense was the same to him. Cloying, cloudy, misty. His jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth. This was the last time he was going to yield to his younger sister’s whims. He took out his pocket watch and noted that it was just past the hour. After taking Dottie home, he would surprise his mistress. She would calm him down. Just the thought of Priscilla and the paradise found between her thighs made his manhood stand in attention.

    They entered a room ablaze with candles and more incense. Simon took out his linen kerchief and covered his nose. He became the cynosure of a set of deep kohl lined eyes that looked as though they were mocking him. He bristled. There was no hint of emotion on Madame Merta’s face, but her eyes expressed everything that she could have said. His initial attraction for the woman disappeared.

    Sit, she said as she went around the oblong table covered in purple and red damask. The room was draped in dark coloured muslin and brocade that Simon found it even harder to breathe.

    You’ll get used to it, she said in a wry tone. Now sit, both of you.

    Simon looked around almost wanting to use his kerchief to wipe the chair. Dottie, on the other hand, eagerly sat on the stool in front of Madame Merta while the fortune teller began shuffling the tarot cards.

    Does your brother consider your station much higher than mine? Madame Merta asked no one in particular as she continued to shuffle the cards.

    Simon, Dottie hissed, two blotches of red appearing on her cheeks. She turned to Madame Merta. He has always been difficult. Please excuse him.

    As you wish. Madame Merta said.

    She shuffled the deck one more time before asking Dottie to choose her cards. She placed it in the shape of a cross and began telling Dottie what to expect in her life. Simon’s thoughts drifted to more delightful pursuits of the flesh, of round globes of delectable creamy skin topped with dusky nipples that came to life under his tongue, and of the paradise found further down south. He thought of Priscilla’s dark brown hair with reddish glints that cascaded like a curtain down her back and partially covered her front as a token gesture of propriety. It amused him to no end that her hair had vainly tried to cover such pleasures. All he had to do was gently wrap her hair around his fist before he took her.

    But his thoughts soon morphed into something else, something that surprised him. His mistress’ sultry eyes and voluptuous body melted into another body with curves that he wanted to touch, to allow his palms to skim over what he knew without a doubt would be skin as smooth as satin. The woman’s body glowed as though she spent a lot of time outdoors. She wore unusual clothes that hugged her curves particularly her tight derriere, something like men’s breeches that reached her knees allowing Simon a glimpse of finely shaped calves. Her feet were encased in shoes that seemed to be made of rubber. But what got Simon’s attention was that her upper body was nearly bare save for the material that covered and hugged her breasts. Simon had the urge to feel those breasts in his palms, to graze her buds with his fingers, to lick them until she moaned for more. It made Simon’s cock rock hard, harder than even thinking of Priscilla could ever do. He saw himself taking her from behind, gripping her hips, squeezing her buttocks as he rammed into her sweet velvet heat. Just the thought had him tenting his linen trousers that were mercifully hidden by the fortune-teller’s table. He hadn’t realized that he had grunted until Dottie slapped his arm with a lace kerchief.

    Are you not feel well, Simon? You look flushed. Dottie said. Perhaps you should get some air.

    I’m fine, he said, keeping a straight face despite the discomfort caused by the heaviness in his balls. Carry on.

    We are finished. Madame Merta said in a voice as smooth as glass. I shall now tell your fortune Mr Lowe.

    That isn’t necessary. Simon stopped her raising his hand up. I only came to indulge my sister and as a favour to our mother.

    Simon, his sister reproved.

    And I didn’t mean any offense, he added.

    Madame Merta smiled. She kept her eyes down while she shuffled the tarot cards so Simon couldn’t see what she was thinking. Swiftly, she laid the cards out in a spread of three. She opened the first card.

    The Fool. Madame Merta said.

    Dottie giggled and looked down under her brother’s glare.

    The fortune-teller continued, her face unreadable. There is someone who wants a deeper relationship but you don’t believe in it. She looked up and Simon felt as though she had bored a hole into his very soul. Any thought he had, any secret was bared for her scrutiny. A mistress, perhaps?

    Simon felt himself redden underneath his collar. He refused to address Dottie’s incredulous look.

    Madam Merta opened the second card.

    The World, she continued. You will meet someone while you’re away.

    Away? Dottie asked, bewildered. But my brother has just come back from South Africa. Surely not?

    Madame Merta’s eyes pinned Dottie to her seat, but her smile carried warmth.

    My dear, she started. I can only tell you what the cards tell me. Always remember you can change whatever destiny Fate accords you.

    Then she flipped the last card.

    The Lovers.

    Now this I have to hear, Dottie’s mouth slowly curled into a mischievous grin.

    Simon had enough. We better go.

    But we were just getting to the best part. Dottie whined.

    Now, Dorothy. Simon pierced her with a look that brooked no argument.

    Reluctantly, Dottie stood up as well, opening her purse for Madame Merta’s fee. She handed the note to the fortune teller.

    Thank you, she said with an apologetic smile.

    Madame Merta returned her smile with understanding.

    You are welcome, she said, before setting her gaze on Simon.

    And for Simon’s reading? Dottie fished for more money inside her reticule.

    There is no charge. Madam Merta spared Simon a glance. Consider it a gift to your brother.

    Simon’s mouth thinned. The woman had some nerve messing about his affairs. He stood up, glad that the tent inside his trousers was gone.

    Remember what I said. Madame Merta said. You can always change the destiny Fate gives you.

    * * *

    Madame Merta watched brother and sister leave, her eyes trained on Simon’s back. There was no point asking his name because she already knew him. With a sigh, her shoulders slumped; her arms leaned heavily on the table as if seeking support. Her face revealed how tired she was, as though she was the female version of Atlas. She turned another card open, but this time, she took a moment. Her hand shook, as if some invisible force didn’t want her to see the card’s face. Flipping the card, she let it land on the table in the middle of Simon’s open spread.

    Death.

    The howl of a strong wind filled the room whipping everything about her. Transforming into a tornado, it tore at the curtains, the silks, the table, the tarot deck. It whipped around the fortune teller who sat transfixed, allowing the wind to take her, letting it surround her in a swirl of silk and wood. Round and round the twister went, frenzied and angry, the shriek filling the small space until suddenly, it stopped.

    Everything, including Madame Merta was gone. There was no sign of the room having been used save for the four cards of Simon’s spread.

    * * *

    The afternoon heat greeted them as soon as they were out of the cool confines of the building. Dottie whirled around and swatted Simon’s arm.

    Ow! What the bloody hell was that for? Simon asked, chagrined.

    How could you do this, Simon? How could you be so rude? Dottie cried, fuming. What did Madam Merta ever do to you?

    Madame Merta is just an example of the kind of people who fleece you of your money, Dottie. You make your destiny. You don’t need a deck of cards to tell you.

    It’s my money, Simon. Neither Papa nor Mama made you my guardian.

    But they made me your babysitter, he muttered as he brushed off an imaginary piece of lint on the lapel of his coat.

    Dottie sighed, shaking her head. What happened to you? You used to be so much fun. You would have even gone with me to have my fortune taken without having to literally drag you through the streets. You were never even half as rude before. Oh pardon me. You were never rude at all!

    I grew up Dottie, he said. More than I can say for you.

    Dottie gasped, her hand covering her mouth. Hurt flashed in her green eyes as tears threatened to spill its banks before she ran ahead of him.

    Dottie, Simon called out, mentally kicking himself. It wasn’t Dottie’s fault that he was, what she had aptly described as an old man at thirty-five. He chased her as quickly as he could, cursing his knee for slowing him down. Dottie! I’m sorry!

    His sister refused to acknowledge him and continued to cross the road. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the horse drawn tram barrelling through the tracks at break neck speed. The blare of the tram’s horn stopped Dottie in mid-stride.

    Dorothy! Simon shouted. He let go of his cane, grimacing at the pain that seared his knee as he ran towards his sister. Screams and shouts filled Simon’s ears but he didn’t pay heed to them. He had to get his sister out of the way.

    You’re safe Dottie, he said under his breath as he pushed her away in time from the oncoming behemoth.

    Then silence.

    Chapter Three

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    Squeals of delight and the chatter of the multitude greeted Juliana, Joanna and her husband Eric. They parked the car just outside the gates of the Park and made their way to the entrance of the fair called the Garden of Delights. A smile lifted the sides of Juliana’s mouth when she saw men, women, and children in medieval costumes mixed with twenty-first century garb of jeans, t-shirts and trainers. Court jesters and their hats with bells pranced about those that entered the attraction. Food stalls encircled a man-made lagoon. There was a stage a little way off where a band played. Families watched while their children ran around them mischievously whirling like dervishes. There was a nip in the air and the smell of apple, spice and cinnamon carried its way towards Juliana. She inhaled deeply, finding peace in the scent.

    Are you happy you came?

    She turned to Joanna who had spoken. She smiled. Yes, I am.

    A sudden feeling of guilt crept into her heart as soon as a sliver of excitement made itself known down her spine. Juliana tamped down the guilty feeling refusing to fall prey to its destructiveness. Joanna was right.  Five years of merely existing was too much. She straightened her shoulders, giving in to the day’s pleasures.

    I’m going to grab a bite to eat, Eric said.

    Juliana saw that Joanna also wanted to go. The two were inseparable just like she and Brody were.

    Go with him, Jo, she said. I’ll be fine.

    Jo looked at her with uncertainty. Are you sure?

    Juliana gave her a hug. "I’m sure. I have to move on, right?

    Jo smiled, pleased. That’s my girl. We’ll be back.

    Take your time. I’ll walk around. Juliana’s gaze drank in the various vibrant colours and her heart lifted. I didn’t realise I had missed so much.

    All right. Call if we can’t find each other. Joanna said before they parted ways.

    Juliana walked idly taking in the festive atmosphere. She breathed in the cool autumn air, basking in contentment for the first time in five years. She lined up for ice cream in one of the stalls before she continued walking until she found a grove.  It was surrounded by tall shrubs giving anyone inside it privacy from prying eyes or from the madding crowd.

    Popping the end of her cone in her mouth, she wiped her hands on the seat of her jeans as she entered the gap. The moment she did, all noise disappeared. The absence of sound deafened her that she had to open her mouth wide, hoping to pop the vacuum in her ears but nothing happened. She should have been disconcerted but for some reason she found comfort in it. As soon as the thought entered her mind all sound returned. She could hear the muffled sounds from the fair. She could have returned but something calming enveloped her. A gentle breeze lifted a few wisps of her long brown hair, kissing her cheeks like a sigh. Four stone seats sat around the curvature of the grove and Juliana chose the seat to her left. It felt surprisingly warm and soft under her bum. She was musing over the strangeness of her surroundings when she saw someone enter the grove and her breath caught in her throat.

    He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. The breeze gently ruffled his sun bleached hair. His wide forehead was puckered into a frown as though contemplating something deep. A five o’clock shadow covered his angular face. Juliana wondered how it would feel like if that same jaw nuzzled against her skin, the thought almost making her moan with sexual need that had lain dormant for so long. His broad shoulders and chest moved as he breathed through his slightly patrician nose. His chiselled cheeks slanted down to a wide mouth and Juliana became warm at the thought of having that same mouth on her lips, her neck, on her breasts. She gasped at the carnal thoughts that came unbidden, her sex suddenly throbbing at the same time her heart pulsed.

    And in all that time, Brody hadn’t entered her mind.

    She turned away from the stranger sitting opposite her as guilt once again pricked her conscience. From her peripheral vision Juliana saw that he had noticed her.

    Hello, his deep timbre brought a thrumming inside her that sent delicious tingles running down her spine.

    She turned to him and became caught in the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Surprise flashed in those depths before his eyes became unreadable.

    Hi, Juliana said.

    Have you been here long?

    Juliana shook her head. I could say the same for you.

    He chuckled in derision. I’ve been here for such a long time I don’t even know what day it is.

    Okay, Juliana drew out in a long breath. Although he was handsome, this was one person she’d rather not have a conversation with especially when he seemed weird. How could he say that when he had just entered the grove? Her lips turned up slightly. The only good thing that came out of this was that the stranger helped her to stop thinking of Brody too much.

    What day is it? he asked.

    Wednesday.

    The date?

    Juliana found herself replying. The twenty-ninth of October.

    Year?

    Sorry? She asked in bafflement.

    Juliana hesitated.

    Go on woman! The year!

    Juliana stood up. I’m not going to put up with an arrogant bastard such as you.

    I’m sorry. Forgive me, he said in a rush suddenly remorseful. Please. I need to know the year.

    Agitation and desperation flashed across the strangers face. His eyes became haunted. They pleaded with her. For some reason, Juliana didn’t have the heart to refuse him.

    Twenty thirteen.

    The moment she mentioned the year, the stranger’s face fell. He groaned as he covered his face with his hands. Belatedly, Juliana realized that he wasn’t dressed in jeans nor was he in medieval costume. His slightly rumpled cream linen suit looked more like a throwback from Victorian times. When he stood up to pace the length of the grove, Juliana noticed that he favoured his left leg.

    You’re not from here, she stated.

    He shook his head. Not exactly.

    The tension in his body was palpable. He stopped pacing and braced his legs apart as he raked his hand through his hair. Juliana was sure that underneath his three piece suit, he was all muscle without an extra ounce of flesh.

    What do you mean not exactly? Juliana inclined her head.

    He looked at her and again his pull was unmistakable.

    The last thing I remember was pushing Dottie away from the tram’s tracks, he said.

    Dottie?

    My sister, he began pacing again. We had an argument and she ran ahead of me right in front of the tram’s path. I had to get to her.

    Oh my God. Juliana gasped. Is she all right?

    I hope so. I have no idea what happened after I pushed her away.

    When did this happen?

    Yesterday, I think. I honestly don’t know. We were at Madam Merta’s just off Deansgate. Dottie has this penchant for fortune tellers and I accompanied her.

    Fortune tellers? Trams along Deansgate? Juliana had enough. She stood up.

    Right, she began. First of all, there are no fortune tellers on or off Deansgate. It’s filled with bars, office buildings, and furniture shops. Second, no tram passes through there. Third, and unless I’m wrong the news hasn’t reported any deaths along that street.

    I know, he said as he looked at her as though waiting what she was going to do next.

    You know? Her eyes widened.

    Mr Blue-Eyes-To-Die-For nodded. He walked to the stone bench and sat down with a resigned sigh. What I told you did happen yesterday, but in a different year.

    Which is?

    Nineteen hundred and one.

    Bells like old fire engine alarms clanged inside her head in warning. Her heartbeat thudded in her ears. This man was freaking her out.

    I don’t know what game you’re playing at, she said with a glare. Cold dread skittered over her skin. I know it’s close to Halloween and that’s some fantastic story. But I’m not in the mood for games. I’m going and if you even just touch me, I swear I’ll scream my head off.

    It’s not a game! He stood up and he was trembling in anger that Juliana took several steps back, her heart stuck in her throat. I’m telling you the truth because I need your help.

    Juliana swallowed giving him an uneasy smile. Okay, I think I can do that, she said immediately. Her hand trembled when she fished out her mobile phone from her denim pocket, intent on ringing Joanna or calling the police.

    What is that?

    A mobile phone, she said bewildered before laughing nervously. Boy, you really are into playing the part. You sure you’re not an actor?

    He balled his hands into fists by his sides. What can I do to convince you that what I say is true?

    Juliana realised that if the stranger became unstable, who knew what he could do.

    Calm down, she said despite her feeling hysteria bubbling inside her. I’m just going to call my friend and we’ll try to sort this out.

    But her mobile phone had no reception. Shit!  She swallowed the panic that wanted to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath.

    Right, you stay here and I’ll go and pick them up, she said.

    Juliana returned her phone into her pocket and briskly walked toward the grove’s opening. She hoped that her knees didn’t buckle in fear.

    Before she could reach the opening, the stranger intercepted her but interception was not have been the right description.

    The stranger moved through and into her.

    Juliana suddenly closed her eyes as flashes of carnal hunger lit her up like a roman candle. She gasped as she felt his essence pour through every pore of her body, heating the coil of longing that had been dormant inside her. She could feel his caress, his hands exploring her body, his mouth tasting every inch of her skin. She fell to the ground on all fours. Dimly, she saw him do the same. He groaned as she whimpered, gasping as the sexual spike rose like a wave about to consume her. The pleasure sparked through her, heated her core, liquefying her sex as though his tongue was literally on her, eating her, licking her and sucking her into erotic oblivion. Her nipples puckered and her womb clenched as she felt the crest of her orgasm rising before it drowned her.

    Oh God! she cried out again and again as she climaxed, her lace underwear soaked with her desire, her body shuddering with the aftershocks.

    Juliana heard him grunt his release and groaned as she felt his seed bathe her sex. Juliana crumpled on the ground, bathing in the afterglow with her eyes closed.

    Spent.

    Chapter Four

    ––––––––

    When Juliana came to, the man was gone. The sun was setting and there was a chill in the air. She raised herself on her elbow before she pulled herself up. She could still feel the wetness between her thighs and the thought of the stranger made her groan in remembrance. She sat down on the stone seat as she ran a shaky hand through her locks that managed to capture a few stalks of grass. She looked around the empty enclosure in disbelief. She looked down at her body. There was no sign of assault or violation even though she had seen the man run through her. Juliana felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered the stranger groaning his own release.

    Her mouth parted out of their own volition as thoughts of the stranger came swirling around her. It made her realise one thing.

    She wanted him. She craved for him, his warmth, and his touch. She wanted to truly feel his hands on her body, his mouth on hers, his shaft inside her channel’s embrace as they rode each other into rapture. But her rational mind scolded her. How could she feel something so real with another man when it could just be her thoughts of Brody being projected on someone else?

    Juliana shivered. The stranger said that he had saved his sister more than a hundred years ago. Dear God, surely she hadn’t had a sexual encounter with a ghost? She couldn’t just have left the confines of her house to rid herself of pining for her husband only to be thrown into an encounter with another dead person?

    I’m bloody losing my mind! She said blowing out a sigh.

    Standing up, Juliana walked towards the gap. As soon as she stepped out, deafening silence greeted her for the briefest moment before sounds returned in a rush. She inhaled sharply to clear her head and get her bearings.  She turned to look at the grove and her heart plummeted.

    The grove was gone.

    * * *

    Simon moved out of the shadows as soon as the woman left the grove. The memory of how she felt when he had gone through her kept playing itself in his mind over and over again. He didn’t know whether ghosts could have memories but this was one he was hell bent on keeping. His body clenched with the need to have her in his arms.  His cock twitched with hunger now that it knew how it felt to be inside her. He felt the whisper of her skin against his palms, her waist, her slightly round belly that signified her fertility. And the Eden in the apex of her thighs, soft, delectable, as sweet as the nub that peeked from her female folds. Simon groaned at the memory of entering her. Snug, wet, and hot. His trousers tightened at the thought.

    Apart from the unusual way they had sexually come together, Simon had been able to get a glimpse of who she was. Juliana. So that was the name of the woman who had entered his mind in Madame Merta’s salon. Simon thought that he had conjured her but she was real. She was flesh and blood.

    And he was not.

    Bloody hell, he muttered underneath his breath.

    How long would he be imprisoned in this hell? Was he alive or dead? It was the question that kept on running through his mind but which he had no answers for. Going through Juliana made him believe that he was dead, but the excruciating pain in his knee made him think he was alive. Neither living nor dead, he could feel yet he couldn’t touch. He craved but could never be satisfied.

    All because he hadn’t given any credence to a fortune teller. Simon wished that this was all a cruel joke. Not everyone who supposedly had the gift of telling the future was genuine. The problem was that he had no experience in telling who was real and who was not. Still, he had to grudgingly admit that treating Madame Merta with derision was wrong. This was what he got for his arrogance. He gave a deep drawn sigh. If only he could make it up. If only he could take back what he did and make amends. Intense sorrow claimed his soul at the remembrance of everything he had lost. If only he could see his family, especially Dottie, once again then perhaps he’d be able to find a measure of peace.

    But he doubted that could happen and no amount of wishing would give him that chance to make reparations.

    Second chances were only given to the living.

    Not the dead.

    * * *

    Juliana couldn’t stop thinking about her encounter. It had been three days since her ghostly sex happened and she still couldn’t find the guts to tell Jo and Eric because if she did she wouldn’t hear the end of it.  They’d believe that she just made it all up because she wasn’t over Brody.

    She made herself comfortable on the plush sofa in the conservatory, a mug of tea warming her cold hands. The trees in her backyard were slowly shedding its leaves. The colours of fall were everywhere covering her in its warmth and glow. Some of the green leaves which had just turned slightly yellow clung fiercely to the branches only to be ripped away by the wind that whistled against the glass windows.

    Juliana hadn’t wanted to accept the possibility that she had seen a ghost until the grove she had left disappeared. Jo and Eric hadn’t even missed her because it had only been five minutes since she left her friends when her time in the grove felt longer. She shivered into her thick woollen wrap drinking the brew, seeking some fortification.

    Was the stranger someone whose life had been snuffed out unexpectedly? Was his limp the cause of his death? And the way he pleaded with her, it haunted her how desperate he sounded. She wasn’t the kind of person who wouldn’t help. God knew there were so many people in the world nowadays who just couldn’t be bothered.

    But a ghost? A ghost who awakened sensations she thought had been buried with Brody?

    She sighed in exasperation. Ghosts were supposed to be cold. They had no mass or matter. They were supposed to move on and not stay on the earthly plane. They were not supposed to make humans hot and needy with a hunger not even a rampant rabbit could assuage. And why the hell was she thinking erotic thoughts about a ghost?

    Oh damn it all!

    Juliana threw her wrap on the sofa and walked towards the entrance door. Grabbing a denim jacket hanging on the coat rack and her car keys from the foyer table, she left the house.

    When she reached the park, it was deserted. The fair had long since finished. She was glad that she had taken a few days off from working as an heir hunter. Her passion for finding lost heirs and the stories of their ancestors fascinated her to no end. She always believed that the dead left clues for the ones they left behind. She had always hoped that Brody would someday make himself known to her, even if only in her dreams. But he never appeared.

    Her thoughts turned to the ghost. Who was he? Why was he still here? Regardless of how the ghost made her feel, if she could find a way to help him move on, she would do it. She could only imagine what it was like being unable to do so. It probably felt like hell on earth.

    The sun was close to four o’clock in the sky as Juliana walked towards the place where she had her ghostly encounter. Dried leaves crunched underfoot. When she arrived it was just a flat empty space. Juliana bit her lip, her shoulders hunched in a mixture of disappointment and relief. Turning to go back to her car, she caught sight of something glistening on the ground. She stopped to look making sure it wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

    There it was again.

    She approached, her feet moving forward in slow motion. Just then, the sunlight filtered through the trees. She saw the grove appear as though rising from a mirage. Juliana’s heart skipped before settling to a faster pace. As excitement and trepidation suffused her, she walked through the gap. This time, she was ready for the momentary loss of sound.

    The grove looked the same as the last time, except that the stranger was already there, his back to her. He had his hands inside his pockets. His coat lay discarded on the stone bench beside him. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing muscled forearms.

    Juliana’s hands itched, overwhelmed with a desire to caress his back, to feel the muscles underneath her hands. To trail her tongue all over his skin. To nip at his flat stomach. To taste him and pleasure him with her mouth. To hold on to him as he buried himself inside her.

    She took a deep breath to quell her wayward thoughts. Hi.

    He slowly turned. His eyes showed his pleasure. You came back.

    I almost didn’t, Juliana admitted walking further inside. This area was just an empty space until the sun streaked through the trees and I saw it. And this is bloody crazy.

    The stranger’s mouth quirked. I gather women nowadays swear like soldiers.

    Worse. Juliana gave an answering grin before it disappeared.  She let out a nervous laugh. I must really be crazy or stupid or both to come back here. I mean you can be a lunatic or a figment of my imagination. Either way, I’m screwed.

    Which do you believe? He regarded her in a way that brought a frisson of arousal down her belly unsettling the butterflies nestling there.

    I don’t know. With trembling fingers, Juliana tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. You look alive. Tangible, physical, real flesh and blood.  You don’t look like a ghost. You don’t feel like a ghost. What happened last time I was here and you went through me...

    Juliana let out a sigh, her eyes rounding as she shook her head in disbelief before she continued.

    It was so surreal I just had to make sure I wasn’t going out of my mind, she looked at him. I am going out of my mind, am I not?

    He gave her a sad smile.

    Only you can answer that, Ms Stevens. Your name came to me when I passed through you. he added hastily at her stunned look. Juliana is a beautiful name.

    Juliana felt the colour rise to her cheeks.

    About that, she cleared her throat. How...?

    I don’t know, he took a step towards her and she took a step back. I’m not going to hurt you but I have to say, he briefly hesitated. What happened between us was the first time I’ve felt alive again.

    Her heart skipped several beats causing her to part her lips to take small short breaths. The stranger’s sight zeroed on her mouth. Juliana felt warm, his attention deliciously heating her core. The attraction between them was palpable. His blue eyes darkened. She longed for another chance to feel him go through her. Her breasts felt heavy and longed for his hands to cup them. To tease them awake. But she couldn’t say what she wanted. Not yet.

    Stop, she whispered. Please.

    He halted before moving away, his hands clenching and unclenching. He turned to her with an apologetic smile. Silence stretched long between them until Juliana was able to get her racing heart to calm down.

    You know my name but I don’t know yours. Juliana spoke her voice husky. Why is that?

    My name is Simon Lowe and I haven’t the foggiest why I was able to do that, he muttered.

    Something familiar about his name brought a light bulb flickering in her mind. She had read the name somewhere but couldn’t be sure.

    Well, Mr Lowe, how did you come to be here?

    Simon. Please call me Simon.

    Okay, she paused. Simon.

    He gave her the barest of smiles before he sat on the stone bench. He leaned forward, arms braced on his knees.

    I think I might have offended someone, he said giving her a quick rueful grin. If I am dead, I should have moved on but as you can see, I haven’t.

    Madame Merta. Juliana stated.

    Possibly. And it’s too late to make amends.

    I’m sorry.

    He shrugged. It’s my fault really. I was an arrogant bastard then.

    You’re somewhat the same now I think. Juliana mumbled.

    Simon laughed, amusement crinkling his eyes. Juliana felt the blush heat up her cheeks.

    I didn’t mean...

    Simon raised his hand. Dottie would probably have said the same thing. I think she would have liked you.

    The silence became more comfortable. Juliana sat on the stone bench closest to his, relaxed in the ghost’s presence. She suddenly thought of Brody.

    I wonder what it’s like for Brody, she mused almost to herself, then looked at him. Brody was my husband. I’m a widow.

    I’m sorry. Simon said, lifting his head to look at her. How did he die?

    He was part of the night patrol in Afghanistan. He got shot through the thigh cutting his femoral artery. By the time they got him to the base, he had lost too much blood. He died there.

    I’m sorry. Simon said.

    Thank you. It’s been five years and I’ve mourned for him all this time. Until you.

    Me? he raised his brows in surprise.

    Juliana gave a small laugh. Ironic, isn’t it? I forget my husband’s memory with the help of a ghost, she paused before looking at his leg. I noticed you limping.

    Boer War. Simon replied. I returned to recuperate from my injury when I accompanied Dottie. My mind draws a blank every time I try to think of what happened next, he exhaled, emitting a growl of frustration.

    Maybe I can help. Juliana said before explaining what she did for a living. The more she told Simon, the more his face lit up before giving her a bemused smile.

    Why would you want to help me? He asked, tilting his head to one side.

    She shrugged. The living mourns the dead. Time will close the wounds and leave a scar of memories. The dead? Why you can’t move on is beyond me but if I can find out anything about your family, maybe that can help you move forward.

    Simon looked at her with admiration and gratitude in his eyes. You’re a kind hearted soul, Juliana. I’d be in your debt if you can help me find out what happened to Dottie and my family.

    Okay, she agreed as she stood up. I’ll try to be back tomorrow, that is if I can find this place again.

    Come back at this same time. Simon said standing up as well. The sun will lead you here.

    Simon moved towards her, the setting sun cast a golden light on him. And there it was again, the pull that beckoned her to him.

    Thank you, he said giving her a look that could melt a host of candles. But his lopsided grin was sad. If I could really touch you, if I could tuck your hair behind your ear without scaring you, I would. If I could really feel your skin to see if it’s as smooth and soft as I imagine it to be, I would.

    Juliana’s pulse raced. Her heart pounded hard inside her chest. Her insides quivered at Simon’s words, his voice sending pleasure zinging down to her sex. She swallowed as her need became stronger. God, she must really be out of her mind to want to make love to a ghost! But there was something about Simon, something that made her think that there was more to him. Trying to find an explanation at that moment was futile when her need to have him was making her think incoherently. If the whisper of Simon’s touch was all she could have at that very moment, then so be it.

    You could try, she ventured softly.

    His mouth widened to a smile that held so much promise. Of expectation. Of hope. He raised his hand to her face. Juliana closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with anticipation before she gasped. A frigidly cold hand touched her face. She didn’t move away, more intent on wanting Simon to pass through her. She was soon rewarded with a tepid touch which gradually warmed and eventually felt like a caress from someone living.

    You are soft, Simon whispered. And beautiful.

    Juliana opened her eyes and their gazes locked. He didn’t let go of their connection as he continued his exploration. Juliana raised her own hand and placed it on his face. Simon stopped what he was doing and closed his eyes, groaning.

    Can you feel that? She asked with wonder. She could feel Simon’s skin but it was akin to touching muslin, soft but not quite there.

    Yes, he murmured. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be touched.

    Juliana’s skin deliciously prickled everywhere. How could a ghost make her feel so alive?

    You know what I wish, Juliana? Simon asked. When she shook her head, he continued. I wish I were real. I wish I wasn’t dead. You know why? Because I wish I could make love to you, to really touch you, to feel you. I wish I could taste you, your mouth, and your skin. I wish I could lick you down there and make you cream for me.

    Oh God...Simon, she closed her eyes, his words wreaking havoc on her system.

    I’m sorry if I offended you, his voice low and husky. But you need to know how you make me I feel.

    Juliana looked at him, nearly drowning in his gaze. Her body was a livewire and Simon was the fuse. "I’m not offended, because I want you too. I don’t know how this can happen and

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