Sunday, January 20, 2013

A Ghostly Sunday Snog

This a little snippet of my latest novella Under My Skin. A girl, a guy and the guy's ghost girl. Makes sense, right? Heh.

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From Under My Skin by Sommer Marsden

He had such nice lips for a man. I knew they weren’t Justin’s lips, but they were warm and attentive, pliant but not too soft. When he kissed me again, I shivered in his arms. His mouth slid low on my throat, making my nipples go rigid and my stomach grow tight. It was like falling but being utterly safe.

My hands—but yet, not my hands—skated up his back. A well-muscled terrain covered with warm skin. I crushed him to me as much as possible, my fingernails skimming his body.
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Elijah. I was kissing Elijah.

“God, do you have any idea how much I love you?”

I didn’t talk because this wasn’t for me. This wasn’t my memory or my experience, this was a glimpse. I felt it all, all her feelings. Lanie’s joy that he was in remission. Her excitement over getting a chance to sell Montgomery House after so many years unsold. The thrill in her heart and soul over their impending marriage.

I kissed him back, raising my arms so he could pull my sweater over my head. His mouth was hot along my throat, my collarbone, my breasts. His teeth rasped over my nipples, making then stand up in tight knots. The sensation of his mouth on me plummeted low in my belly. Elijah pulled my bra cups lower, finally giving a small chuckle and saying with amused frustration. “Take this thing off.”

I did.

I took it off and dropped it at my feet as he worked my button and my zipper. Elijah’s mouth never left my body, brushing over my lips, my shoulders, my belly. He teased me again, dragging his teeth over my hipbones so that my skin rose in goose bumps. There he was on his knees, tugging my jeans down, broad shoulders flexing, dark sandy hair in his eyes. When he looked up at me, I felt the force of her love so powerfully my legs felt weak.

I gave into it. I went into his arms when he pulled me down, meeting each press of his sweet mouth to mine. I grasped his short thick hair and my breath caught when he tugged mine just enough to startle me. Elijah kept me on edge, kissing over my eyelids, my nose, my chin before sliding his warm tongue down the length of my throat only to nip my sharply at my shoulder.

I yelped and then heard myself sigh as his mouth went lower to find the tip of one breast and then the other. I went back when he pushed me, curled my fingers in and twined them with his when he held my hands above my head and moved himself between my thighs. His cock was hard and just seeing him that way sent a stab of lust through me that was entirely mine. It shocked me how much I wanted it, needed it, even if it was a dream. I parted my legs and moved up to take him in and all the while my soul was caught between joy and sorrow. I wanted to experience this for Lanie if she needed me to, but a small part of me was heartbroken that I couldn’t have something like this in my life. Not yet, anyway.


House bought for a steal online when it turns out there’s a damn good reason—check.

Malicious ghost with a body count to his name—check.

Sad, lingering female spirit pining for her still living (but currently dying) fiancĂ©—check.

What’s a widowed medium to do when a departed soul asks to ride piggy back in her body?

To share her space and get under her skin? Juliet Bale does the only thing she can do—with her twin sister’s good counsel—she lets Lanie share her body to help her dying beloved Elijah cross over. The problem is that with all the reuniting, and sharing one body, things get seriously intimate and Juliet can’t help but see exactly why Elijah Rivers was so beloved.

It’s so wrong to sorta kinda fall for a dying man, and yet—check.

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