 Ghostly Awakening
Genre: Paranormal
ISBN: 978-1-41991-293-1
Released: October, 2007
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Eighteen years of solitude have annihilated Sebastian Bradley's social skills. Not that he needs them. He's resigned himself to a life of complete seclusion until trouble decides to pitch a tent on his lawn and entice him with wide, curious blue eyes.
Now there are people under Sebastian's roof, invading his privacy, using his home as a locale for a fancy society Halloween bash. One woman's to blame. A woman who in one short week has managed to turn Sebastian's entire world on its axis and awaken hungry, desperate desires that even a ghost can't ignore.
Reviews
5 ANGELS! "I could not get enough of this story! I thought that the plot was ingenious --the paranormal aspect of it set it apart. Ghostly Awakening is a super hot, super quick read. While the story is not a probable one, Lacey Savage's skilled writing lends it an air of creditability. I thought that her characters were well-formed and perfect for the story. Lacey Savage was able to create a solid story that did not rely heavily on the sex scenes. However, the sexual scenes were rich in detail and extremely hot. By the end of the story, I was rooting for the main characters and was rejoicing in their happiness. Ghostly Awakening had all the key elements of a hit book. Lacey Savage is an amazing writer--I hope to read more by her in the near future! This book is a keeper--I plan on reading again and again." -- Kristen, Reviewer for Fallen Angels Reviews
5 HEARTS! "This reviewer's favorite author, Lacey Savage never disappoints and always gives her readers a hot, sensuous story, alive and vibrant characters and sex to make your socks sizzle off. She infuses her stories with lots of emotions that carry the reader away on a wonderful journey. Ms. Savage's stories will always thrill, chill and get the readers toes curling. It's good advice to always have a cold drink nearby or your significant other. And, she always manages a surprise or two. Readers cannot go wrong with a story from Lacey Savage, if you like a lot of hot sex, characters to fall in love with and a good plot, then this author can fulfill all your reading dreams. This reviewer can always highly recommend any story that Ms. Savage has written." -- Valerie, Reviewer for Love Romances
4 1/2 STARS / ORGASMIC! "This is a good ghost story that I found widely clever and just sped through. Then I read it again and will probably reread it again once I finish the review. Celeste is a wonderful business woman starting out on her own and I loved her drive. I also enjoyed how much Celeste embraces her sexuality and demands what she wants. Sebastian is a wonderful complement to Celeste and I loved his story. The firefly story was great fantasy and blended in well with the overall plot. The great part of the book to me was how well the author worked the past and present together. The sex was wonderful and like most of Ms. Savage's stories: screaming hot. The balustrade scene is one to remember or at least try once is a woman's lifetime. Congratulations on an excellent short book with a great plot, wonderful characters, and outstanding sex." -- Anya Khan, Reviewer for Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Multiple O's! "Bringing new meaning to imaginary lover, Ghostly Awakening is a highly entertaining erotic fantasy. Who will you invite to your next Halloween party?" -- Phillipa Ann, Reviewer for RRT Erotic
Rating N/A "Ghostly Awakening is a quick-paced book that will have you turning the pages fast to see what will happen to the characters next. Lacey Savage quickly swept me into Celeste and Sebastian’s world before I knew what was happening to me. From start to finish I didn’t take a break from this story. Hot, sexy, and a fun read, this is a story that will leave you feeling happy and content." -- Erys, Reviewer for Joyfully Reviewed
Excerpt
A warm gust of air brushed across Celeste's lips and she
jerked her head up. Heat flared in her cheeks. The warmth returned, imbuing the
air with the scent of cinnamon and mint. That's when she realized it hadn't
been a gust of wind at all but someone's breath.
Soft, warm breath. It made her own respiration catch in her
throat. She froze, listening to her heartbeat pound incessantly against her rib
cage. And then the warmth intensified, followed by the tender pressure of lips
against her own.
The journal fell out of her hands. It dropped to the ground
with a thud, but the mouth demanding hers never faltered. It brushed across her
lips, back and forth, slowly yet with a determination that sent a jolt of heat
to swirl low in her belly.
She blinked rapidly, trying to discern a shape, a sound—anything—that
would tell her she wasn't alone. Everything she felt screamed that there was someone
else in the room with her, but everything she saw argued otherwise.
Still, she couldn't ignore the prickly stubble of a man's
beard as it scraped across her chin nor the moist tip of a tongue as it slipped
between her parted lips. A sigh escaped her throat only to drown and fade
before ever making the slightest sound.
Fear mingled with excitement and throbbed low in her pussy.
The scent of incense and male musk filled her nostrils. What was in that stuff?
Was it messing with her mind? Making her hallucinate things that couldn't
possibly be happening?
The kiss intensified, leaving her breathless. She thought
about resisting but the entire situation seemed so absurd that she felt foolish
running away from it. She was being ravished by her own imagination—nothing
more. It had been too long since she'd been with a man—a real, flesh-and-blood
man.
But this…this was different than anything she'd ever
experienced. The kiss wasn't filled with arrogance or self-assurance. Her
fantasy lover wasn't forcing himself upon her like so many other men who took
what they needed without a second thought as to what she craved.
Which only served to reinforce her belief that whatever was
happening was born of her own desperate need and the mysterious, eerie
atmosphere in the Bradley mansion.
A finger stroked from the curve of her chin down the column
of her throat. Her eyes drifted closed. The lips released hers and glided
across her jawline, down into the valley between her breasts, trailing
featherlight kisses all the way.
Broad palms slipped across her shoulders and down her arms.
Fingers curled around hers, tugging her gently in the direction of the bed. She
followed on an awkward stumble, her feet feeling weighed down with lead.
She collapsed upon the bed gratefully and rolled onto her
back then held her breath as she waited for the fantasy to dissipate entirely.
Reality had to come crashing back any moment now. There was no way she was
making out with a ghost.
The bed dipped beside her, indicating another presence. Her
eyes widened and she gazed into the empty space beside her. Despite everything
her logical mind knew to be true, there was still no one there. She couldn't
even hear the slightest sound aside from the fizzle of the lantern and the soft
buzz of the firefly banging against the glass jar.
This is insane. I'm going insane.
As though to affirm that belief, something pinched her
nipple. She groaned and glanced down where the tender bud had stiffened and
tented the cotton cheerleader's shirt she wore. Teeth dug into her nipple,
nipping at her, drawing the taut nub farther up.
As she watched, a stain began to darken the red material of
her shirt. Her head spun with the implications. A broad palm cupped her cheek
and a thumb traced the curve of her lower lip. She flicked her tongue out
tentatively, sucking in a deep breath when she made contact with warm skin.
He tasted slightly salty yet not unpleasant. She tried to
speak but the word came out as a hesitant croak instead.
She cleared her throat and tried again. “Sebastian?”
The lightest touch of a finger brushed against her clit
through her silk panties. Her breathing quickened with anticipation and her
voice broke when she uttered his name again...and again.
It had to be him. God, was he really dead? Had he haunted
the mansion all this time? Had he watched her as she slept in one of the guest
bedrooms? Followed her into the shower when she'd bathed?
A shiver arced through her. Fear and arousal gathered low in
her belly and pulsed with a needy, growing throb.
None of this made any sense.
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