Ghosts And Roses

by Kelley St. John

• ISBN13: 9780373793419
• ISBN10: 0373793413
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-07-01
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

When a spirit from beyond begs Gage Vicknair to rescue a stranger named Makayla, he never expects that stranger to be the same sensuous woman he's been enjoying so thoroughly in his nightly fantasies. But Makayla is very realand she's living a nightmare.A vengeful murderer is determined to get her. And Gage is equally determined to save her.Because the only way he and Makayla can have the love they've dreamed of is if they're still around to live it....

Excerpts

KAYLA SMILED at the man entering the rose-filled courtyard and opened her arms in welcome invitation. He moved confidently, powerfully, his vivid blue eyes filled with intensity and a resolute goalto please her, repeatedly.no man had ever touched her before, bringing her such exquisite sensations, such undeniable elation, that she felt empty when he was gone. "I knew you'd come," she said, and the corner of his mouth crooked upward in that sexy grin that made her pulse jitter. His shirt was the color of his eyes, Caribbean blue, and she licked her lips as he unbuttoned it and tossed it to the ground. The broad chest, sprinkled with light-brown hair, led to a built abdomen, also embellished with a thin sprinkling of hair that led to the top of his jeans, where his hands now rested against the waistband while he awaited her command. "Take them off," she whispered. "Please. I want to see all of you." She did want to see him, but she wanted to feel him even more, deep within her, filling her, completing her. She yearned for this moment each day and wished it never had to end. But she wouldn't think about the end now. Right now, he was here, and preparing to give her exactly what she needed. He knew how to please women, and he'd pleased many, Kayla realized. It was apparent in the way he moved, in the confidence of his stride, the assuredness in his eyes. But while he obviously knew his share of females, Kayla couldn't help but believe that she was different. She was special to this man, just as he was special to her. She could see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch, and when they became one, there wasn't any denying that their bonding was unique. It was real. It was meant to be. He unfastened his jeans, then slowly slid the zipper down. Kayla's legs began to twitch in anticipation. She hated the fact that he was here and not inside of her. Yet. She nearly shouted for joy when the heavy denim hit the ground, and he stepped toward her. The next move was hers, and she knew what to do. He wore black underwear, the sheerness boldly outlining his erection. He wouldn't remove the fabric that barely covered his glory; that was her job. And she loved it. She leaned up and grasped the waistband, lifted it slightly to bring it over the end of his penis, then pulled the stretchy cloth down those muscled thighs and let it fall to the ground. He stepped even closer, and Kayla brought her mouth to the tip of his beautiful erection, licking one pearly drop of his desire away before he moved from her reach. She looked up into those intense blue eyes and knew what she'd seehim shaking his head. He wanted to see her naked, and he wasn't giving her access to him until he had full access to her, too. Kayla loved the way he made her feelso strong, so bold, so ready for this, for making love, the way she couldn't remember making love in real life. That niggling reminder, the whisper of a hint that this wasn't real, that she was merely creating what she wanted in her mind, caused Kayla to frown. She didn't know this man, not really, didn't even know his name. She wasn't even sure of her own name. She certainly didn't know whether he was real, or merely an intensely strong figment of her imagination. But he sure seemed real. He shook his head again, not allowing her to leave the dream until he'd completed his goalpleasing herand Kayla willingly let go of reality and let fantasy reign. Sighing contentedly, she removed her nightclothes and panties. His eyes were a smoky blue now, filled with lust and desire, and his smile showcased the wicked cleft in his chin. Kayla wanted to lick that sexy indentation, and she would. Soon. He lowered himself to the ground beside her, and Kayla against him, she enjoyed the way they fitted so well into her soul. She licked the cleft in his chin while he moved his thigh between