A Night in the Country

by Kitti Bernetti

Genres: Women's Fiction

Synopsis

Vanessa's not looking forward to a weekend in the country with her bossy friend Gina. Vanessa's a city girl, and mud plays havoc with your best killer heels. But when Gina's delicious teenage son, Guy, starts to show an interest, things look up. It's then that the weekend takes on a darker, more spectral turn. Could there really be an erotically charged ghost who drives Vanessa wild in the middle of the night? Or, while fighting an inner battle between lust and guilt, can she discover a more earthly explanation?

Release date: February 24, 2010

Publisher: Accent Press

Print pages: 17

Sample

A Night in the Countryby Kitti Bernetti

This was one weekend away I was not looking forward to. I’d kept to the speed limit all the way. The slower I was, the later I’d arrive at Gina’s. The journey hadn’t been so bad. The gentle vibration of the engine had travelled up through the seat and relaxed me the way only a slow rhythmic purr of an auto can. I’d have happily turned around and done the journey again just to enjoy that sensual feeling at my core.

Saturday evening, hah, I should have been out with friends, proper friends that is, having fun. Not facing two days with Gina. I turned the wheel. So this was Gina’s quiet country road. Divots of mud and puddles splashed water as my wheels cut through them. I didn’t even like the country. I was a city girl. I shivered in the deserted October chill. In one way I would be pleased to be at Gina’s house; at least it was light there and there’d be people. Well, Gina and her teenage son to be precise. I turned into the driveway which could easily fit ten cars. Without doing a stroke of work, Gina had a house big enough for three families, courtesy of her workaholic husband, Dave. Whenever she phoned me, she’d be gardening, watching TV, reading books. Would I like her lot? Yeah. A lazy one-day-rolling-into-the-other lifestyle would be nice to try even for a weekend. It was just a shame Gina had to be here too. She sh. . .