Dead Gorgeous

by Toni Sands

Genres: Occult & Supernatural; Erotic & Steamy Romance; Paranormal Romance

Synopsis

The last place Nella wants to go is a séance but after best friend Suze persuades her, she starts experiencing some sizzling sensations. She's determined not to be spooked but ghostly aftershave and the bizarre arrival of its wearer herald the most erotic experience of Nella's life. Former crush Rory, the guy in question; is officially deceased. But she's single and susceptible so why not lie back and enjoy? If Rory's a ghost, the orgasms are to die for. And before he finally disappears, he propels her into the arms of another man, leaving her ready to love again.

Release date: April 23, 2010

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 20

Sample

Dead Gorgeousby Toni Sands

I sank into my chocolate leather couch and kicked off my Jimmy Choos. What bliss. Until the phone rang.

‘Nella?’ My best friend sounded stern. ‘I tried your mobile earlier.’

‘I was doing a presentation: all mobiles, um, immobilised. So, why were you after me?’

‘Please say you’re free tonight,’ said Suze. ‘Charlie forgot I’m going out. So he’s left the car for service, to save time tomorrow.’

‘No courtesy vehicle?’

‘He’s taking the train. But I really want you to come with me, hon. I’d have picked you up but … unless you already have a date?’

‘As if! Where do you need to go?’

‘To a séance.’

I’d been too hyped up for breakfast. Or lunch. All I’d eaten before making my presentation to the board was half an apple. Now I wolfed down crackers and cheese in the bedroom while I removed my two-button jacket and slinky skirt.

Then I peeled off my pink chemise and caught a glimpse of myself in the cheval mirror. My mouth formed an ‘O’ of wonderment as I saw that my nipples seemed set on escaping from my satin half-cup bra. Touching them was sweet torture and instantly I felt a tug at my cunt. I couldn’t ignore that ache. My bra almost undid itself, dropping to the floor and leaving me standing there in just a pair of high-cut white panties.

My reflection in the mirror was that of a woman with a hunger not just for food. . . .