Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Facing the Consequences

Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Jozsef made Rain understand he's a ghost and she bolted from him. Now it's the next morning and she's not sure if she dreamed the night before.

Rain woke with a start and held perfectly still, listening as hard as she could. Only her breath sawing in her chest and the blood rushing through her veins filled her hearing. She held her breath and listened some more, but nothing other than the usual house sounds met her ears.

That, and Rimshot’s scratching and yowling at her locked bedroom door.

She threw back the covers on her bed, but paused when she realized she still wore the clothes from the day before. She frowned, reviewing the memories from the day.

She remembered the lawyer who’d given her the box with the bone flute and the man who appeared in her cubicle afterwards. She’d thought him handsome in a primal way. Yeah, until he showed up in my kitchen. And pushed her up against her counter.

To hell with rape fantasies. Especially with a ghost. Come on. Ghost?

The memory of everything sailing through him returned.

Oh, my God. Cold dread hit her stomach. There’s a ghost in my house. She’d run for her room last night and hid inside. Smart. As if ghosts can’t come through doors. Idiot.

She was starving and her cat would break down the door if she didn’t get up. Thank God his litter box sat in the laundry room.

She approached the door cautiously and took a deep breath before she slowly unlocked it and pulled it open. Rimshot growled an impatient sound and pushed it wide enough to get his body through, heading for the bathroom and his food bowl without waiting for her sense of security to return.

“Good morning to you, too.”

She scanned her loft. The open room sat empty and still. She listened carefully for any sounds indicating someone moved around her house, but only silence met her ears. Part of her wanted to go downstairs and check to be sure all was empty, but she’d seen too many horror movies to do that yet.

“Shower first, investigation after I’m dressed and ready to face the consequences.”

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