It’s a beautiful morning here in Georgia. A little cool, but nice and sunny. Today Ghost Lover, my first published book turns 4! Wow, I can’t believe it’s been four years. Time really does fly when you’re having fun.
If you haven’t read Ghost Lover, let me give you a little bit of info. Ghost Lover is a romantic tale of love and betrayal. Here are the blurb and an excerpt from my favorite of all my books. This one holds my heart, I guess because it was the first.
The dying words of Jess’s mother are for her to find the love of her life. But with an overbearing father, will she have that chance? When he gives her a horse and riding lessons for her 21st birthday, her life changes. Is the cowboy behind the Black Stetson her soul mate? When her father’s partner decides to stake claim on her, who will win the fight? Suspense, tragedy, romance and a stranger in the shadows lead to a dramatic final showdown in Ghost Lover…
Her eyes had gotten accustomed to the darkness. She searched the shadows for any sign of movement. She was holding her breath. What could it be? Suddenly there was slow movement in one corner. She put her hand up to her mouth. Her feet were rooted to the floor. Was she in danger? But she felt perfectly safe.
A shape formed out of the shadows. It was a man in a cowboy hat. She couldn’t see his face only the dark shape. Was this an illusion or ghost? She was drawn to the shadow by some unknown feeling.
“Who are you and why are you here? Do I know you?”
“You know me, but he won’t let you remember me.” The voice was low and haunting.
“Should I be afraid of you?” She suddenly realized that she should be afraid, but she couldn’t move.
“I’d never harm you.” He slowly moved closer but still in the shadows.
“Why’re you here in the shadows? Why don’t you come into the moonlight so that I can see you?” She noticed he lowered his head and then looked back toward her.
“I don’t want you to see me this way. I want you to remember me before you look upon my face.” The sadness in his voice did something inside her heart.
“What’s wrong? Have you been injured in some way?” Her heart went out to him.
“Yes, I was burned in an accident. I want you to remember what we had before you see me.”
“What was our relationship?” Her heart was racing. She thought it would come out of her chest it was beating so hard.
“You’ll remember it. I don’t want to rush your memories. When you remember, you’ll know me.” Why did she want to reach out to this person so much?
“Were we friends?” Could this be the man in her dreams that she couldn’t see his face? Had he been scarred when she knew him before her accident?
“Yes, we’re very close. I know you have me locked in your memory and it’ll come out.” He reached his hand out of the shadows and stroked her face. His touch set off an electrical charge through her veins.
“Are you a ghost?” He laughed softly and the sound set her mind reeling.
“What do you think?” She tried to see him through the shadows, but couldn’t see his face.
“I think you’re the man that has haunted my dreams since I lost my memory.” Her voice was little more than a whisper as she spoke.
“How do you feel about me in your dreams?” He was slowly moving closer.
“I feel confused because I can’t see your face and remember who you are?” She reached her hand up to try to touch his face, but he gently grabbed her hand and put it to his heart. She could feel it beating wildly.
“Can you feel my heart beating? You’re what keeps my heart beating.” His voice was rough with emotion.
He looked up suddenly and pulled her into the shadows. She gasped, not out of fear, but surprise.
“Someone’s coming, but I need you to promise me that you’ll keep Thomas at arm’s length. He’s a danger to you.”
“What kind of danger? He said he’s my husband.” She could hear the footsteps getting closer.
“Just trust me; he’s not your husband.” He put his hands on both sides of her face and kissed her so gently that she almost lost her footing. “Don’t tell him about me. I’ll be here waiting for you tomorrow night at midnight.” He slowly went back into the shadows. She could hardly catch her breath.
This is one of my favorite parts and it leaves you wondering, is he a ghost or not?
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As always, great writing and May God Bless You…
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