Rachel Spencer’s life has been hijacked by the supernatural. Ghosts seeking help with their unfinished earthly business won’t leave her alone. Her only hope for returning to normalcy and passing her next attempt at the bar exam is making a deal with one of the ghostly intruders. It should be simple–Ella keeps the other spirits away if Rachel agrees to help Ella’s two teenage sons. No problem. Well, not until she meets the boys’ guardian.
August Kline misses his old life. He never planned to raise two teenage hurricanes in an old house in small-town Indiana. But here he is, and he’s determined to make the best of it…if he could only keep the house in order and not completely screw up his nephews.
Enter a gorgeous redhead who pops into August’s world when life is at its grimmest. Rachel claims to be an old friend of Ella’s and offers to help around the house. Sparks fly whenever they’re together, and August is falling fast. Rachel keeps her distance, worrying her ghostly secrets will sabotage any chance of a relationship. But when danger appears and threatens the people she has grown to care about, she may have to face more than her own fears.
~ Bewitching BT
Guest Post: Small Town Romance with a Paranormal Twist
by Viola Estrella
In Haunting You, Rachel Spencer is bombarded with the ability to see and communicate with ghosts. They’ve taken over her life, and one even caused her to fail her bar exam. When she meets a more lucid, less terrifying ghost, she’s drawn into the ghost’s story and pleas for help.
The ghost, Ella, is worried about her teenage sons she’s left behind. Ella’s convinced their guardian, her brother, doesn’t have what it takes to care for her sons. So she proposes a deal…
Ella will keep the other ghosts away and give Rachel some much-needed solitude to help her study for her bar retake. In exchange, Rachel must help Ella’s sons.
How and where? Rachel’s not quite sure at first, but she certainly hadn’t bargained on meeting the boys’ guardian, August Kline, and realizing he’s more tempting than any man she’d ever met.
The storyline forces her to spend time in the (fictional) small town of Curlville, Indiana, where folks are nosy/friendly, reclusive Amish people are abundant, and a ghostly mystery looms.
Rachel falls in love with the small town and all of its quirks. Little did she realize, she’d also start falling for August—and for reasons she never thought she’d feel again.
When the small town is threatened and secrets are spilled, will Rachel’s love be returned?
Note from author: Bewitching You – Book 1 in the Bewitching Women Series is currently free at most online retailers. Be sure to check it out!
Including indecent exposure.
She glanced down at her mismatched underwear and imagined what her mug shot would look like.
What was she thinking? How could she think when August was beckoning her?
“Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” She crossed her arms, wishing she hadn’t gone with the foolish gut instinct to strip. A familiar child-like shame gnawed at the very part of her gut that felt guilty for her near-nakedness. But she couldn’t quite understand why, despite her shame, she moved slowly toward the edge of the pool, continuing what could possibly turn out to be a very bad life choice.
“Water feels nice. Come in.” August’s deep voice was grounded by the pool, giving the illusion of them being in a private cocoon. Crickets chirping was the only other sound for what seemed like miles. No traffic. No passersby.
The gnawing eased and she allowed her arms to drop. The gorgeous vision before her wasn’t hurting either. The moonlight hit August in ways that danced on the drips of water skimming down his toned, tanned body and cast shadows under his midnight eyes. He slicked his hair back from his face and held out his muscled arms, waiting for her to join him.
Committing criminal acts had never felt so tempting.
Not that she’d ever committed a crime. She’d always been attracted to the allure of bad boys but had never done anything remotely unscrupulous with them. Yet after she’d seen August undress and dive into the pool, she’d found herself doing the same—wanting to join him.
Stop thinking, Rache.
I can’t help it.
Her guard had dropped for a nanosecond, and now she was standing on the edge of a public swimming pool that high school kids used during the day. Kids! This could be considered a sexual offense. She’d probably be labeled a sex offender for the rest of her life.
A sex offender!
“This is a bad idea.” The cricket sound gave a synchronized hiccup, breaching the peaceful cocoon. Was someone out there? She quickly glanced up to check if any buildings surrounded the pool, above the hedge line. Thankfully there were none to be seen. No peering eyes watching them from a window.
Of course nothing could stop someone from entering through the gate just as they had.
“How many people have the combination to that lock?”
“To the gate?” He lifted a brow. “Honey, don’t worry. I promise no one is going to bother us. Even the sheriff is at home sitting in front of his TV, drinking a beer. This little town has a zero crime rate.”
That didn’t make her feel any better. “We’re committing a crime.” What was Ella going to say about this? She’d wanted Rachel to help August, not do jail time with him.
He dropped his hands, one covered his mouth as he attempted to hide his smile. But she saw the flash of teeth, the curved lips.
“Are you laughing at me, August Kline?”
“No.” He moved to the edge and grabbed her ankles before she could retreat to her pile of clothes. “I’m not laughing at you. I think you’re damn adorable, but I’m not laughing.”
The feel of his rough wet fingers rubbing along her skin made her shiver. And almost, almost, forget what she’d been worried about.
“Come in with me. It’ll be fun.”
She could only imagine how fun it would be to slide into his arms, wrap her legs around his hips. Kiss him. The man had a remarkable body. Muscled and lean in all the right places. She wondered what he did to keep in shape. More so, she wondered how it would feel pressed up against his wet and nearly naked frame.
His smile twisted to a sensual smirk as his hands ran up and down her calves. “I dare you to come in.”
“You dare me, huh?” She tried to sound playful as her stomach flip-flopped.
“Forget about the millions of worries flurrying through that beautiful mind of yours and get in here with me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Rache. You have my word.”
Misdemeanor. Nope, couldn’t be more than a misdemeanor.
About the Author & Links:
Viola Estrella loves a story with flawed characters, paranormal elements, humor and romance. She tries to include these aspects in all that she writes and loves every minute of it. When she’s not writing, reading, or designing cover art, she’s spending time with her husband and four sons in their Colorado home. Viola is a 2010 RITA® finalist.
Also in 2010, she was honored by her local RWA® chapter, Colorado Romance Writers, with the Writer of the Year award.