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I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Rain just swiped her hand through Jozsef while he sat talking to her and they both felt something extraordinary. He'd jumped up and sifted straight through her, then demanded what she was doing. We're in Rain's POV.
Rain shook her head to Jozsef’s question. What could she tell him? That she doubted his ghostliness and had to test it? Hell, she was a scientist. She had to experiment. She hadn’t expected to feel wetness between her legs or the hard points of her nipples pressing against her shirt as her hand sank into him. She certainly hadn’t expected the arousal or the desire to wrap herself around his handsome body. Again.
And how the hell are you going to do that now that you’ve proved he’s a ghost?
Something was seriously wrong with her.
“I’m sorry.” She gripped her coffee cup tightly with both hands to keep them from shaking. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to be sure.”
“Sure of what?”
“Sure you were telling me the truth.”
His brows lowered. “That I’m a ghost?”
“Are you satisfied now?”
Not hardly. “Yes.”
Jozsef didn’t move from his post and she didn’t blame him. If he’d felt half as much as she did, she wouldn’t want to come closer either. Rain shoved off the wall and returned to her chair. She didn’t look at him, but turned her attention to the wooden box on the table. So innocuous, and yet it held a magical artifact. From a human body.
She shivered and dragged the box closer, lifting the lid. The bone flute lay where she’d left it and remained unchanged. Except there’s a ghost in my house. Jozsef said he was attached to it somehow and…
“Did you say you woke up being molested?”
“How could you be molested when you’re a ghost?” Please let me be wrong.
He didn’t say anything for a short time. He leaned backward with his hands braced on the counter, pushing his chest out and widening his shoulders. His lips tightened as he stared at the tips of his boots.
“The bone flute is part of me.”
“Dear God, is this your femur?”
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