Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Love is Love

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I suddenly realized I hadn't read my own post. LOL So this will be the last snippet from my new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. Next week I'll have something from Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack. But I can't just cut you off cold turkey, so in this unedited snippet, Rain is trying to figure out the nature of Jozsef's curse so they can figure out how to dismantle it.

She let that one go for a moment. “Okay, so you met up with a ‘magic user’ each time. Always in the same place?”

He shook his head slowly. “I don’t believe so. The first man appeared to be wealthy and lived in an ornate house on the water. He had a wife and children, but he also saw another woman most intimately. His mistress, I think. She was unhappy with his refusal to buy her better dresses than his wife and poisoned him for it.”

“Damn. You watched him die? Why didn’t you warn him?”

Jozsef shrugged. “What could I do? I was a ghost with no ability to communicate. Besides, he was a pig like Horváth. I had little interest in helping him.”

Rain sighed. “Who did you meet next?”

“A gypsy woman who told fortunes at all the villages along their route.”

“A fortune teller?” Rain snorted with derision. “Was she accurate?”

“Most of the time. Unfortunately, she told a ruling prince something he didn’t want to hear, no matter how true it might have been, and they stoned her for her ‘lies.’”

Rain gaped at his cavalier response. “Where were you then?”

He frowned in concentration and ran a fingernail over the edge of her table. “Rus, I think.”

“And you didn’t help her, either?”

“Rain, I was a ghost. How was I to help her?”

“You could’ve warned her or even distracted those who captured her. I assume you just watched her die, too.”

Jozsef opened his mouth to say something, but just gestured helplessly.

“Sheesh. Who’s next in the execution lineup?”

He told her about a rich Norwegian Prince whose half-brother wanted the crown on his head and took it, with the head still attached. Jozsef had learned how to make coherent sounds at by then, but hadn’t used them to help the Prince. The next time he awoke, he’d found himself in the hands of a handsome, young English painter. The young man had been lucky to find a wealthy patron, who had also been his lover. Unfortunately, the wealthy lover was jealous of the painter’s talent and attentions. He killed him one night when he thought the painter had accepted a tryst with another man.

Rain scowled. “Why did you let the painter die?”

“He was unnatural.” Jozsef shifted uneasily in his seat.

“He was not unnatural.” She slapped her hand on the table, frustration rising. “Homosexuality is as natural as heterosexuality. Love is love.”

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Experimentation

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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?”

“Yes.”

“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?”

“I did.”

“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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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Wake Up Call

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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, Rain is trying to understand why Jozsef (pronounced Yo-zheff) is really in her home and swears magic (and ghosts) aren't real. Rain asked for the story behind his alleged curse of being a ghost tied to the bone flute.

“Do you think her last action is why you become a ghost?”

He shrugged and nodded. “I can only surmise. When I woke again, I found myself being molested by a fat man.”

“Oh, dear. That’s probably not a nice thing to wake up to.”

“No.” Jozsef grimaced. “I had no ability to speak to him or anyone else around me. He touched me in an intimate way, but he seemed completely unaware of my existence. He died soon after and I fell back into oblivion.”

“Was that the only time you’ve woken up?”

“No.” He couldn’t stop the smirk from returning to his lips. “But waking up to you made all the other unpleasant awakenings seem trivial.”

Rain shot him a dry look. “Cute.” She frowned. “You’re sure it’s a curse to keep coming back to this world again and again?”

He gave her his own flat look. “What would you call it?”

“No, you’re right, that kind of existence would suck, especially if you couldn’t communicate or stay long.” She pondered for a few moments, tapping a nail against her mug. “Do you know what the curse is about?”

“About?” Jozsef frowned. “What do you mean?”

Rain spread her hands. “In all the old fairytales, curses were used for a purpose, you know? Like to teach some sort of lesson or change bad behaviors. What do you think you’re supposed to learn or change here?”

Jozsef blinked. “I don’t know.” Rain sighed and he added, “When the bone flute is given to a magic user, the magic sparks me back into awareness and your world. I rarely know when or where I am, or who I’m with.”

“How very Quantum Leap.”

Jozsef shot her a blank look. “Sorry?”

Rain shook her head. “Never mind. I know you’re convinced I’m some sort of witch, but I don’t have any magical abilities. All I got is logic and observation.”

Dread clenched his gut and he reached for one of her hands before he could think. “Please, Lady Rain, the bone flute has been given to you. Help me find the way to end this and I shall leave you alone.”

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Origins of the Curse

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, Rain is trying to understand why Jozsef (pronounced Yo-zheff) is really in her home and swears magic (and ghosts) aren't real. Rain asked for the story behind his alleged curse of being a ghost tied to the bone flute.

“What proof?” Rain couldn’t hide her skepticism.

Jozsef’s face creased with mortification. “He said he could no longer get a, uh, well…” He trailed off with a vague gesture toward his groin.

Rain stared at him while his face went redder and redder. Then she laughed.

“He couldn’t get a hard-on and he blamed Marika for that?” She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Man, the shit men come up with to blame women for their impotence.”

Jozsef cleared his throat and rubbed her table with his fingers. “Yes, well, he claimed she’d cursed him when he refused her offer to share his bed.”

“And you believed him?”

He shrugged, his shoulders tight. “I was young and hot headed. And jealous of her beauty. She could’ve had anyone in the village and I was too blinded by my need for an heir and my interest in her as a beautiful woman to see reason.”

“So you were young, dumb and full of cum, is that it?”

Jozsef grit his teeth and nodded once. “Yes.”

Rain sighed. “So then what happened?”

“Laszlo took advantage of my anger and said he had a plan to make the witch pay for both our pain. He said she would confess her sins and then we’d be rid of her influence in the village.”

A cold feeling built in the pit of Rain’s stomach. “What did you do?”

Jozsef looked away toward her backyard where the sun was heating the gravel paths through her desert garden. A few vegetable plants growing in the shade of the ash and fig trees she’d planted, but succulents and gravel took up most of the space. It was beautiful and serene, but she didn’t think he saw any of it.

“Nothing. Laszlo trapped her in her cottage and hurled his accusations of her to the crowd. She refused to come out and he set fire to the house. She never got out.”

“Are you saying he burned her alive inside her house? And you let him?” Her hands tightened on her mug.

“Yes.” Jozsef’s jaw was set and anger slid through his expression.

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Science vs. Magic

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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 is trying to understand why Jozsef (pronounced Yo-zheff) is really in her home and gets a lesson in symmetry.

“You’re going to have to explain this to me. I don’t really understand the whole curse thing. I didn’t know anything about the bone flute until yesterday afternoon when a lawyer brought it to the office as a piece of my inheritance from my grandmother.”

“You inherited it from your grandmother, but you know nothing about it?” He raised an eyebrow.

“We weren’t close.” Rain shrugged. “My dad wanted nothing to do with his family. I never really knew my grandmother or the rest of his relatives.”

“How could you learn to hone your magic skills if you never knew your grandmother?” Then his expression cleared. “Ah, you learned it from your mother’s people.”

“What? No, no, I’m not a magic user of any kind.” She gave him an understanding smile. “I’m a paleontologist.”

His frown returned, with a heavy dose of confusion. “A ‘studier’ of…what?”

“Studier of ancient life.” Her smile widened. “I study fossil animals and their ancient environments to give me clues about environmental changes that may happen to our world in the future.”

“So you use ancient life magic to predict the future.” Jozsef nodded slowly.

“No, I don’t use magic at all. I use science. And I can’t predict the future, only make educated guesses about where the environmental patterns are leading based on what we’ve seen in the past.”

“What is science?”

“It’s the knowledge or study of the physical or material world through systematic observation and the collection of facts.”

He snorted. “Is that not the same as magic?”

“No, not at all. In science, we observe the interactions of things, note patterns or discrepancies, and find the truth based on systematic data collection over time.”

“How is this different from the practice of magic? Doesn’t a witch use the same sort practice and observation to understand how to control the magical forces that make up the patterns you’ve seen?”

“Magic isn’t real.” Rain set her coffee down before she spilled it. “It’s just the term we use for illusionists and charlatans on the Strip, or a plot point on a fantasy story. It doesn’t exist.”

“Like ghosts?” His lips curled and she snapped her mouth shut, her teeth clacking with the force.

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Guest of Ether

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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 crept downstairs, looking for her ghostly visitor, and when she can't find him, thinks she's home-free. Or ghost-free as the case may be.

“Huh,” she grunted with cautious satisfaction. Maybe he’s gone. Maybe he hadn’t existed in the first place and I dreamed the whole thing.

Rain tiptoed down the stairs, listening and looking for any movement other than Rimshot. She opened the blinds and moved cautiously toward the other rooms, creeping through the archway to the family room and kitchen. No one sat on her futon couch or at the kitchen table, though the box rested on its surface where she’d left it. The man who’d frightened her the night before was nowhere to be seen. Sunshine flooded through the windows of the breakfast nook and the sliding glass door to the backyard, warming the space and settling her nerves.

Rain let her breath out in a sigh, suddenly realizing she’d held it. She snorted with contempt for herself and shook her head, striding quickly to the coffee maker to brew her favorite libation.

“Coffee,” she growled under her breath. “Must have coffee.”

She damn near dropped everything when she heard someone tapping on the glass of her closed backyard door. Turning around, her heart climbed up into her throat as she peered through the glass.

Jozsef stood there, his knuckles against the barrier. Damn, he was bigger than she remembered. She didn’t want to let him in, though a small part of her brain reminded her he was at least being polite. If he’s really a ghost, what’s a little sheet of glass gonna do to stop him coming in?

Rain hesitated, wondering if she could keep him out if she didn’t invite him in.

That’s vampires, stupid, and he’s already been in the house. Just let him in and see what he wants.

She walked to the door and flipped the locking mechanism, sliding the door open.

“So you’re really here.”

“Yes.”

“What do you want?”

“May I come in?”

At least he asked this time.

She let out a deep sigh. “Yes.”

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Facing the Consequences

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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, 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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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Cast Not the First Stone or Salt Shaker

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

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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, Jozsef and Rain try to have a normal conversation where he suggests she's a witch with magical abilities. She asks him if he's talking about "double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble" sort of witches. This is in his POV.

“I don’t know.” Her turn of phrase seemed odd. “I’m not a magic user myself, but somehow the curse is linked to them. Your power is great. Greater than all the others I’ve seen.” He shook his head, trying not to remember the feeling of her hands on his leg. His cock jumped at the chance to remind him of the pleasure.

He fisted his hand and slammed it into his thigh to distract himself. Rain jumped and leaned back away from him even though the cupboards stood between them. She stared at him a moment longer, waiting to see if he did anything before she spoke.

“Are you saying I’m a witch?” Her voice sounded cautious.

Jozsef shrugged as his body calmed down. “I can only guess that is true since I’m here, speaking with you.”

“How does speaking with you me make me a witch?”

Now came the hard part. “Because I’m a ghost.”

“What?”

“I’m a ghost. A spirit, a shade. Choose your own word.”

She stared at him for a long time, her expression wary. Tension stiffened her body, but at least her tears had dried.

“You’re a ghost.”

“Yes.”

“Liar.” Her voice was flat, angry.

“What?”

“Liar. You lying, crazy sonofabitch! Get the fuck outta my house!” She hurled her words at him, her eyes blazing with her fury. “Get out. Get out. GET OUT.”

She picked up something on the counter behind her and flung it at him. The salt shaker flew through him, his body no longer solid with the distance between them. Another object sailed through him to clatter on the tile floor behind him.

It took Rain several seconds to realize none of the objects hit him. When her awareness understood, her fury melted into breathless confusion, and fear entered her gaze once more.

“You were solid. How can you be a ghost? Ghosts aren’t solid or real.”

“Oh, I assure you, my lady, ghosts are real.” Jozsef brandished a half-smile. “We don’t always wish to be seen or felt. Like when you’re throwing things at me. I’d rather not feel your missiles.”

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Stepping Out of Bounds

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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, Jozsef realizes he's screwed up any chances of getting Rain to release him from the curse laid on him by her ancestor. This is in his POV.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

The words whispered at the height of his throat were heavily laced with fear, but they’re impact impaled him stronger than any sword. Combined with the tears flooding down her cheeks, he realized he’d frightened her so badly she’d resorted to begging him for mercy. Him, a ghost, with no power in her mortal realm. Except her warmth pressed against his groin and the trembling shaking her body rattled his world.

Regret and disgust flared through him. He’d never been one to hit or harm a woman, except the one time he believed the Headman’s son, and he’d paid dearly for that stupidity. But now he threatened another woman, and another member of the Szép family.

Saints alive, would he never learn?

Unfortunately, now that he had her pressed against the cupboards, the glorious scent of her hair and the softness of her breasts created a new reaction. His body hardened between them and she gasped, freezing as if he stabbed her.

Stabbing her with that sword is a fine idea.

And how are you going to do that, jackass? You’re a ghost and she’s a flesh and blood woman of the family you wronged. You can’t even touch her.

Except he touched her now and his cock sensed her heat pressed along its hard length.

He gritted his teeth and tried to rein in both his temper and his body’s rampaging desires. He still held her wrists in his hands, but he backed his body far enough away so they no longer touched.

Her eyes stretched wide with fear and the tears coursed down her face, but she didn’t wail or sob. She held perfectly still and watched him like she would a feral animal. She’s not far wrong and it isn’t likely to convince her to lift the curse.

Sighing, he bowed his head, but he never took his eyes from her.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Anger still fired his blood but he pushed it back. “It has been a long time since I’ve met a witch of your strength and to find one from your family only makes me more impatient to be rid of my curse.”

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Mid Week Tease: The Bone Flute - Things Get Serious

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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, Jozsef reminds Rain of the curse laid on him by her ancestor. Unfortunately, he loses his temper. This is in Rain's POV.

“Come, lady, surely you know the story of the bone flute and what it means to your family.” Disgust twisted his handsome features.

She looked at him blankly. “The bone flute?”

“The bone flute and the curse.”

His voice rumbled with anger and regret.

“There’s a curse attached to that bone flute?” She glanced at the box again. What the hell had she inherited?

He growled and her eyes snapped back to him. “There’s no need to play innocent. I’ve realized the mistake I made and I’ve paid and paid and paid for it. Tell me how to undo the curse and I shall leave you and your family alone for once and for all.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Have done, my lady!” His arms dropped to his sides, his hands fisting as anger suffused his face. “I’m sorry for the death of your relative, but you must know I’ve paid for my mistake. Now release me.”

Rain stared at the man glaring at her like an ancient barbarian warrior and wondered if he was an asylum escapee. She’d thought him nuts when he stood at her cubicle like some sort of Renaissance Faire reject, but now he just confirmed her suspicions. He definitely wasn’t dealing with a full deck.

Shaking her head, she flicked the knife blade at him.

“Get out. Take your delusions and weirdness with you and get out of my house.”

“By all the saints!” He vaulted over her island and pinned her to the counter with his weight as he ripped the knife from her hand. “I can’t leave your house until you release me from the curse your relative laid on me!”

The force of his fury broke through her courage and she blinked as tears leaked out the corners to slide down the sides of her face. In his rage, he could kill her without much effort, and all anyone would find would be her body.

Gathering what little courage she had left, she took a deep breath and raised her chin.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - The Visitor

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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 is home from work and reminiscing about the weird guy she met that day. Until he shows up again.

Rain shrieked, jumping backward until she landed against the counter with her knife block. She grabbed the first knife she could and held it out against the figure of a tall, broad shouldered man standing just beyond the island.

He snorted at her choice of weapon and she realized she held a paring knife, but she’d make do if he thought he’d take her easy.

“Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?”

He stood silently, his legs braced apart and his arms folded over his chest, and just looked at her with the same chocolate brown eyes she’d been imagining. He towered above her, at least 6’2”, and his body had enough muscle to be about 200 pounds of derisive male. He had a full beard trimmed short the same color as the hair on his head and she saw a stone pendent on a leather thong hanging around his neck.

“What are you planning to do with that, my lady?”

“I’m planning on getting you out of my house!” Rain wished she’d grabbed a better knife. She darted to the side and ripped open a drawer with her larger knives, keeping the long side of the island between them.

He watched her carefully, shifting with her as she brandished a long bread knife at him. It increased her reach by a good twelve inches and it had a serrated edge for maximum damage. She figured she could cut a limb fairly deeply with it if she had to.

“Did you follow me? Are you stalking me? Get out of here before I call the cops.”

Her heart pounded and her stomach knotted, but she held her hand steady and glared at her intruder.

He raised his hands up in a placating gesture. “Becalm yourself, my lady. I’m not here to hurt you. You brought me here, I didn’t follow you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Keeping his hands where she could see them, he moved to the side and pointed at the long box on the table. She followed his motions, glancing quickly at the box, then back to him.

“The bone flute, my lady. I’m bound to it. Where it goes, I must also go."

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Stuck on You

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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 Kiraly is the ghost cursed into the bone flute. Rain takes him out of the offices and out to the foyer, not realizing she's the only one who can see him. And that she's stuck with him.

“Here’s my card if you need to contact me directly, but please make an appointment and I’ll be happy to meet with you.”

She handed him a little rectangular piece of thick paper and gave him a politely dismissive smile before retreating back through the door. It closed behind her with a final-sounding click.

Jozsef stood there for a few moments, gaping at the closed portal. She dismissed me. He huffed out a breath in disbelief before he dropped his gaze to the little card he held in his hands. A wolf’s skull and white writing on a black background covered its surface. Most of the writing was incomprehensible to him, but the largest writing at the top of the card was clear.

Rain Szép.

Jozsef staggered against the wall and clutched his gut.

Holy God in Heaven, she’s a Szép! He moaned and closed his eyes. The story of my treachery has probably been told to all members of the family far and wide.

Jozsef wallowed in his misfortune for a few moments. Thank God Rain didn’t seem to realize his spirit was locked in a twilight existence connected to the bone flute. He had no desire to remind her of her ancestor’s curse. Oh, Marika, I’m so sorry.

Jozsef scrubbed his face with his hands and tucked the card into his belt pouch. By the saints, I’ll have to tell her. She’d told him to go, but there would be no chance of that.

Dark humor rolled through him and he snorted again, this time ruefully. If Rain kept the bone flute, she’d be keeping him, however inadvertently. He’d go for now and try to keep his presence invisible even to her, but they’d have to face each other sooner or later.

I just hope she can forgive all my trespasses.

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Mid Week Tease: The Bone Flute - Just a Little Help

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 Kiraly is the ghost cursed into the bone flute. Being in an office with a PA blaring over his head makes him duck and reassess. Until he meets someone who can see him.

Frowning, Jozsef rose from his crouch and tried to determine where he’d been awakened. It seemed to be a work place, but the people dressed oddly and worked in no way he’d ever seen before. They sat in their boxes, tapping at the black boards, and speaking into the little black corded contraptions.

He shook his head in bewilderment.

What were they doing?

“Hello, can I help you?”

Jozsef turned once more and his mouth dried to ash.

The woman standing behind him had straight brown hair with golden highlights that hung to her shoulders and curled inward at the ends, framing her face. Her hazel eyes looked at him frankly, though one of her elegant winged brows arched upwards as she took in his appearance.

His gaze dropped lower and took in her full breasts pushing out the bodice of her tight dark green flowered blouse. His body reacted to the sight of her nipples poking against the thin material, although they didn’t appear to be hard.

She cleared her throat and raised both her eyebrows as she waited for his response.

“Forgive me, my lady, I seem to be lost. Perhaps you can help me.”

“Lost?” She scanned him again. “Uh-huh. Okay. Were you on your way to some sort of Renaissance festival or something?” She gestured at him, encompassing his clothes in a way that suggested she thought he looked odd.

He looked down at himself in concern. Had he stained this clothing? Was he naked?

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Hot Awakening

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 Kiraly is the ghost cursed into the bone flute, which used to be his left leg. Creepy, yes? Just check out what happens when a "magic user" examines the flute.

Jozsef awakened from wherever he went between these encounters to the erotic feeling of someone running their fingertips over his leg. Even before he’d fully materialized, he realized the hands belonged to someone feminine and old enough to know what she was doing.

Magical energy crackled and pulsed around him, seductively pulling him into the world. Pleasure built within him as the hands slid over his inner thigh then up to his hip, grazing the sides of his scrotum. Arousal shivered through him, hardening his cock into a pillar of stone between his legs.

Holy God, who is this woman?

He couldn’t even see her yet, but that was no fault of the magic. His eyes were closed as he savored every erotic touch and caress. He groaned and shifted, but the hands didn’t let go or stop.

Pleasure wrapped around him, building his arousal higher and higher until he couldn’t stop the orgasm cascading through him. Bright lights filled his vision behind his closed lids and overwhelming bliss consumed him, shooting him amongst the stars.

As he slowly spiraled down from the heavens, he reflected he’d never experienced a better orgasm, even at the hands of another magic practitioner, and he opened his eyes.

The sight that met his vision left a lot to be desired.

Everything was gray. Gray carpet, gray chair, gray desk, gray walls on three sides making some sort of kiosk. The only brightly colored object appeared to be a moving picture on the desk framed in black with a strange flat black board holding what appeared to be white letters on little scales set before it. A nondescript black lump with geometric groves in its top end sat beside the board on a square pad with the picture of the nighttime heavens on it.

Papers, some in stacks and some spread all over in an incomprehensible jumble, covered the surface of the desk. The box containing his femur flute sat on top of some handwritten notes, but the woman who’d been touching him had disappeared.

By all the saints, where am I now?

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