Grace McGillis is over the moon to have won the love, or at least the favor, of Dr. Sage Gerret, the resident heartthrob at the hospital where she is a receptionist. Sage hopes to “improve” her: to inspire her to eat and drink less and educate herself about fine art and music. Everyone sees Sage as a great catch. Why else would Grace put up with his barbs about her appearance and his uninspired lovemaking?
Enter Breece, an adoring alpha male who is out-of-this-world in bed. That is not surprising, for he is, after all, a ghost. Though Sage may not be anyone’s dream date, he is alive. Grace is falling in love with Breece, but is love enough? Even if fate allows her ghost lover to continue his delightful haunting, how will this couple find love everlasting?
Breece cast his eyes around the lounge, at the empty wine bottles littering the floor. He couldn’t figure out what had happened. Had he gotten pissed up and wandered into a strange house? Picked up a girl and come back to her place?
He didn’t have a clue. All he knew was that he felt confused, strange. He also wondered why he had his training clothes on. Why would he have been out on the pull wearing a T-shirt and joggers? It didn’t make sense.
Suddenly a woman walked into the room. She ambled past him as if he wasn’t there. And one thing Breece knew was that no female ever ignored him.
“Hey,” he called.
She continued to snub him. Standing in front of the mirror, she weaved and stumbled. Her fingers locked into the end of the plait of hair she struggled to unfurl.
Breece realised she was drunk. “Oi, I’m talking to you.”
“She can’t hear you,” said a male voice from behind him.
Breece jumped and stared at the man before him. He wore an old fashioned costume and looked as if he’d just stepped out of Pride & Prejudice. That was the one period film he’d watched, and only because someone—he couldn’t remember who, but it must have been a woman—had insisted.
Breece glanced back at the woman, who continued to ignore him; however, she’d managed to loosen her hair. It fell around her hips in a blaze of fire. He felt his cock twitch. He loved long hair, and had the crazy urge to trail his fingers through it. “What do you mean, that she’s deaf?”
“There’s nothing wrong with her, my friend.” The man with the long sideburns grinned. “It’s you.”
“Me? What are you talking about?”
“Run that by me again?” Breece brushed a hand through his hair and wondered what lunatic asylum this man had escaped from.
“You’re dead, have been for a quite a few years. But not as long as me, obviously.”
“Fuck off.” He looked around. At any moment someone would run in and shout, “Joke.”
“It’s true, my friend, and that lady over there summoned you.”
Breece scrubbed a hand over his eyes and shook his head. “I think I’d better go. I don’t know how I got here, but I’m leaving. Now!”
“Go on, touch her.”
Breece paused and turned. His gaze once again fell on the woman. He sucked in a breath and slowly, almost against his will, moved towards her. Something attracted him. She exerted a strong pull, one he’d never experienced before. He came to stand behind her and stared into the mirror. His reflection gazed back.
“I can see myself.”
“You’re a ghost, not a vampire,” chuckled the stranger.
Grace is in an affair with Sage, a doctor who appears to have everything she wants in a mate. However, he is controlling, unimaginative in bed, and somewhat OCD about almost everything.
She allows her friend to conjure up a ghost when they work an Ouija board together, and suddenly, Breece is showing her what she has been missing with the doctor. Breece is perfect, except he’s dead.
There doesn’t seem to be any way for Grace and Breece to be together, except for Grace to die, too.
I loved Breece, hated Sage, and worried about Grace while I read A Ghost of an Affair. I liked the characterization, the twist at the end, and I think you will, too.
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