From the Author
I'm super excited to present my very first contemporary, Gothic, paranormal romance. I grew up reading Gothics from Jane Eyre to modern romances by Phyllis Whitney and Victoria Holt, but some of my favorites were by Barbara Michaels and included, not just the hint of the supernatural, but actual supernatural events.
And I've been looking into writing a short Christmas novella, just because I love reading holiday romances, but I didn't want to take too much time from my fantasy romance series, Tales of the Black Court, since I know my readers are waiting for the next book with rabid anticipation. That's why I combined my two ideas into Ghosts of Christmas Past, a contemporary romance with a Gothic twist.
Years ago I read about a girl who dreamed of a past life and a past romance and it stuck in my mind. What would happen if that were real and you visited the same spot where you'd lived? What would that stir up in the ether of time? Would there be memories? Would there be ghosts?
Add in an old house, a sexy hero, and a young woman who needs to get her life back on track and you have a Gothic romance. WOOT!
I also love writing series, so this book is the first in the Haunted Holidays series of modern Gothics. They'll all be short ghost stories centering around the Pierce family who live in the small town of Applesett, Mass. It's going to be the most haunted place in America soon!
From the Inside Flap
She didn't wantto be friendly with the neighbors. She wanted to hide out and recuperate. Makeup her mind as to what in the world she was going to do next. But good mannerswon out.
Jen repressed asigh, reached out, and slid her bare hand into his. As it disappeared into histan callused grip, her hand seemed slim and small. He squeezed gently and atingling warmth spread across her skin.
Hot caramelsensation slid from the connection between them, up her palm, along her arm,and through her entire body. Her hand tightened automatically, and a respondingspark lit in his eyes.
Jen swallowed.Shoot! She wasn't ready for this. She was here to lick her wounds, not someguy's abs. And given the strength in his hand and his wide shoulders, she'd bethe had some killer abs.
She gazed upinto Nate's warm chocolate brown eyes and his face blurred. For a moment shesaw another face superimposed over his. Same brown eyes, same tanned, ruggedNew England skin, but more boyish, broad-boned and black haired.
Every hair onher scalp tried to climb out of its slicked back, ponytailed restriction.