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Bright Phantoms

Can she find the man of her dreams in a love triangle from both sides of the grave?

For set designer, Danica Kensington, falling in love has always been a spiritual experience. That’s what happens when the love of your life is a dead guy.

But then, Danica’s boyfriend, the ghost of Golden Age of Hollywood star Flint Reese, suddenly disappears from her life.

Danica is convinced she has found Flint again. Only he seems to be hiding behind the eyes of Hollywood’s top leading man, Liam James.

Danica and Liam have more problems than answers. Reunited after a year apart, Danica can’t be sure if Liam is sticking around out of a sense of obligation over the baby he didn’t know about, or if he genuinely have feelings for her. High stress, emotions, and surging hormones have Danica seeing things she doesn’t know how to explain. Why do Liam’s eyes shift from brown to blue?

Could Flint be influencing the relationship she wants with Liam? Danica wants to tell Liam she sees Flint in his eyes, but she is afraid doing so could cost her everything she loves and holds dear.

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Excerpt…

Her eyes flew open. She froze. She was in Bobby Cray’s arms. In Bobby Cray’s bed.

She vaulted out of the bed and pressed against the wall. She stared at him. Her heart was going a mile a minute. He smiled up at her, his wide, naked chest all exposed like it was meant to be on display. Blankets were a rumpled, piled mess. Oh Jesus H, is he naked?

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Good morning, beautiful.” She felt his warmth and his nearness a second before his arms wrapped around her and he placed a kiss on her forehead.

Why had he kissed her? She tried to swallow.

He ran a hand up and down her arm. “You cold? You’re shivering. Do you want some coffee?”

He left her; she heard him pad into the kitchen.

She opened her eyes and peeked out the door, afraid she was going to see his naked ass. She sighed in relief when she saw that he wore knit shorts. But the rest of him was naked, and she could see all his skin. His hair was piled up in a super messy, bed-head top knot. That reminded her that her own hair must be a complete disaster.

She tiptoed into the bathroom, trying not to call attention to herself. She rummaged through the under-counter baskets looking for a brush. A man with hair like his owned at least one brush. She knew he did. Now where did he keep it?

Jesus H, there aren’t any brushes in here. She found a hair band and pulled her hair into a quick ponytail.

Her face looked puffy. She had definitely cried herself to sleep last night. She splashed cold water on her face and wondered what had happened. She was still in all her clothes. All of them. Including her bra. She wouldn’t have put her bra back on if they had done anything, would she?

She finished her ablutions and stepped out. Maybe she could sneak past him and go out the door and leave. She didn’t know if she could face him this morning, not knowing.

Coffee’s made. You want some?”

She froze in her tracks and stared wide-eyed as Bobby approached her. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close. The breath caught in her throat. What is going on?

It’s not too late to call in for a substitute, is it? We could spend the day together.”

Damn it, it was a school day. She swung her head side to side. “No, I don’t think so. What time is it?”

Bobby swiveled and looked behind him. “Ten to six. I had set the alarm for five thirty. Is that okay? You still have time for breakfast, right?”

She looked down at her dress. Panic still surged through her veins.

Bobby was half-naked and smiling like a fool.

I’ve got to go. I have to take a shower and, no, sorry.” She eyed her purse and dived out of his arms. She grabbed the bag and rushed out the door. “I’ll see you later.” She called out in a hurry as she made her escape.

She didn’t breathe again until her car turned onto the road and sped back toward her little apartment.

In record time she was in her classroom prepping for the day. She could not focus. Every time she relaxed for a second, her mind’s eye went back to that broad chest and all those muscles. And sweet baby Jesus, his nipples. She didn’t know what it was about that man’s nipples that did her in, but his certainly called out to her. And they demanded to be licked.

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Excerpt…
I yanked at his shirt. Okay, these tie open front blouse style shirts, not only looked super hot, they were so much easier to get open than buttons. Buttons were stupid, and I never wanted to deal with another one again. My skin pressed against his chest. He ran a hand up my back. I redoubled my effort to crawl inside of him via my lips. My heart pounded in my ears. I sucked in air as hard as I sucked in him.
Sounds got muffled, all that existed was Mann’s mouth on mine. He lowered me back. No, I was falling.
F***.
blackness again.
“Janey.” Mann patted my face.
I blinked up at him. Well, that put a real damper on the moment.

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Shane bumped Justin’s arm with his knee, causing the kid to lose control of his game character.

“Hey, what gives?” Justin complained.

“Let’s go for a ride. C’mon.” Shane nodded his head, indicating they needed to leave. “We need to talk.”

Justin whined, “You’re not gonna talk to me about my dick, are you?”

Shane laughed. “The only dick we’re gonna talk about is your dad. Let’s go.”

Justin shrugged and powered off his game.

Shane drove for about twenty minutes in silence before Justin started talking.

“So I thought you and Mom broke up.”

“We just had an argument, man. It happens.” Shane suppressed a smile. It was good that Justin had started talking. All his informal therapy sessions with Melinda had taught him that much.

“But you didn’t come back. I didn’t think you were gonna.”

“J-man, me and your mom go way back. And I always come back around. Always. You’re my family. You, Stacey, your mom, a little argument isn’t going to drive me away for very long.”

“Then why is Dad divorcing us? We’re his family, and he’s just walking away from us. He’s being mean about it too.”

Justin turned and stared out the window. He shrugged and adjusted in his seat. Shane figured he was wiping at tears. This was all too much for the kid to handle. He didn’t need to hear what Shane thought of the man. He didn’t deserve to be their father. He didn’t deserve their tears.

“Dogstar wasn’t there when we got back. Mom took him to the vet, huh?”

“Yeah, J-man. She got him back home where he belongs.” Shane felt that was about right. He was with them where he belonged.

They pulled into a parking lot in front of a stucco building with a low tile roof. Shane cut the engine off.

“What are we doing here?” Justin looked eagerly from the building to Shane.

“Well, your mom thought that maybe…” Shane shrugged.

“I can get a dog?”

Shane nodded.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Justin ran inside the Humane Society office, leaving Shane to follow him.

The house smelled like garlic and onions when they got home.

“Stacey, get down here!” Justin yelled as soon as they walked in the door.

Lucy came into the living room first. She looked around, and her eyes fell on a carrier case. “I thought you were going to bring home a dog, not a cat.”

“Cats,” Shane corrected.

“You got cats?” Stacey asked as she walked down the stairs.

She went straight to the carrier and peeked inside. She lifted one black-and-white cat out. The animal shivered as she sat and cooed at it, stroking its fur. Justin lifted out a second cat, this one whiter with black markings. The kids sat and held their new charges.

Lucy pulled Shane aside. “What have you done?”

“We got a beautiful little girl,” Shane practically purred. “She looks like an Australian shepherd. It was love at first sight. They let Justin meet a few dogs, but she crawled right in his lap. She’s getting fixed in the morning, and we’ll pick her up after school. The cats were Justin’s idea. He thought Stacey would like the cats.”

Lucy slid into his arms. She felt so right.

“Justin was right, she’s gonna love those cats.”

©2018 Lulu M Sylvian

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End of the Dead Sexy Blog Tour

I want to thank everyone who participated in the tour. The bloggers who shared my book, and the readers who played along in the giveaway!

Can a person become a better person after they’ve died? Gil is pretty sure the answer is yes because she has fallen in love with a ghost. Dead Sexy is a paranormal ghost romance about a Hollywood has-been hunk and the woman who falls in love with his ghost.

Hollywood has-been hunk finds a talented illustrator to write him into the perfect life he didn’t have. Life doesn’t give you do-overs, neither does the afterlife.

My Peter muse started out very much like Peter in the book, demanding of my time, and fussy about how he wanted his story told. He also sort of ditched me just as the story got rolling.

Very similar to Gil’s experience where the Michelle Muse kicked in, Gil’s character took over the storytelling.

Unlike the book, there was no ghost, and there was no dreamscape sexy time.

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Dreams with Peter were not the typical mini-movie style of normal dreams. They felt real. I couldn’t distinguish them from an actual memory. Had they actually happened? Where was the line between dream and reality?

I sat cross legged on my bed. Peter sat next to me, he braced his feet against the floor, and gripped the edge of my mattress as if was all that kept him from leaping off into space. He was overwhelmingly sad, all slumped into himself. I didn’t know what to do for him. Pain rolled off him in tangible waves.

I stroked his back and murmured comforting sounds. I don’t know how long we sat like that. I don’t remember how we got there, but it had been the same for several nights in a row now. Sometimes, I would be tucked up under blankets, sometimes, I would sit next to him. We would sit, and though I don’t remember actually talking, we talked. Peter told me all about his life, and I told him about mine. Tonight was different, he didn’t speak.

I leaned against his back, and tried to rub the tension out of his arm. His grip was so hard I was afraid he would rip my bedding. He snatched his arm up and away from me like a cat. I let him, I didn’t want to hurt him.

“I don’t know what to do for you, Peter.” Probably a stupid thing to say, but I didn’t know what to do. My heart broke for him.

He shook his head. “It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.”

I didn’t exactly know what he was talking about, and yet, I knew he meant having died. When he turned to me, his eyes were rimmed with dark pink. Full of pain and tears.

I adjusted myself on the bed and reached up to guide him down to my lap. His legs stretched out, and hung over the end of my bed. His head rested on my thigh, his breath hot against my skin. With out of focus eyes, he stared into the void.

I stroked his hair, and watched his face. Even in his sadness, he was beautiful, and large. I tried to soothe him until the texture of his shaggy hair made my fingertips go numb. Are men’s heads always so big? Why did I think the weirdest things at the most inopportune moments?

I whispered, “I’d help you if I knew what you needed.”

He rolled his face into my leg. I could feel his body quake.

I curled over him and held him the best I could. He hurt, and somehow, he found me. I felt like there was a reason for this, and I wanted to help.

I rolled over and woke with a snort. My dream of holding Peter was replaced with the reality of my bedroom in the middle of the night and David’s naked shoulder in front of me. I reached up to pet his skin. How different these two men were—one so very real, and one in so much pain.

©2019 Lulu M Sylvian

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Dangerous, release a year ago today!

dangerous-tiltFamily goof-off and all-around playboy Dante has been tasked with finding the missing branches of the family tree. It’s a big tree, but luckily he’s a trained investigator. What he finds instead is Geena. Only she doesn’t understand how important she is to him and she’s slipped through his fingers. Now he wants to drop all his responsibilities and track her down.

Geena’s traveling companions are the trifecta of feminine beauty. They are thin, rich, and stylish. Everything she is not. She’s shocked when the hot guy starts hitting on her. What she doesn’t know yet is that Dante isn’t just a guy. And to him, she’s not just another in a long string of women in his loose past.

Dante has seen the mate glow and he knows what it means. He needs to convince Geena that this time he’s serious. At the same time, he needs to keep his new family members in check before they blow the family lore wide open and expose their secret.

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