
How exciting to guest blog with The Romance Studio on All Hallow's Eve!
Although I've written several paranormal tales for Ellora's Cave, my ghost story INTIMATE ART seems most appropriate for this Halloween visit. INTIMATE ART is a love story about two people divided by the prudish, disapproving ghost who shares the heroine's home. The method the hero uses to fight the ghost's power and win the woman he loves is at the heart of INTIMATE ART.
This is what The Romance Studio had to say about INTIMATE ART. "Adele is a very talented author who has ability to draw the reader in and keep them there. Her love scenes are imaginative, erotic, and hot, hot, hot. Wonderful characters, dialogue that flows well, and a touch of humor add to the overall enjoyment of this wonderful story." ~ The Romance Studio
For more information about this paranormal erotic romance please visit Adele Dubois at www.adeledubois.com/
Buy Link: www.jasminejade.com/pm-5509-316-intimate-art.aspx
SUMMARY:
Intimate Art By Adele Dubois
When Jack strides into the Special-T café each morning, wearing jeans hot enough to melt glass, the erotic fuel between him and waitress Legs Anderson almost ignites the room. That's why Legs' willingness to keep Jack at bay is Hartsville's most bemusing mystery.
That and the fact that Jack Harris is the only person in town who doesn't believe the Anderson house is haunted.
But Legs believes. And as long as her aunt's ghost haunts the master bedroom of the house she inherits, Jack can't spend the night. Ada had an ironclad rule she enforces from the grave - no men allowed. Especially Harris men.
Jack forms a plan involving paint, body stencils and exotic ingenuity to chase Ada's ghost from the house. Will intimate art help him claim the woman he loves? Or will Ada conjure new surprises?
An Excerpt From: INTIMATE ART
Copyright © ADELE DUBOIS, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
"You're really serious about her haunting the place, aren't you?" His question was heavy with controlled annoyance.
Legs nodded and folded her arms across her chest. "And she has very strong opinions about what you and I have been doing."
His smirk told her he couldn't care less. "Then we don't need to sneak around anymore, do we? She knows."
He set his coffee cup on the dresser and plunked the Home Depot bag on the floor. "Just because her husband ran out on her doesn't mean you shouldn't have a life. I'm not like your miserable drunk of an uncle."
He shifted his gaze around the room, a frown forming on his handsome, angular face. Glints of gold in his long, thick hair caught the morning light, and Legs sucked in an admiring breath. His hair was combed back from his face and trailed to the center of his neck like rich butterscotch fudge glazed with real vanilla. She almost wanted to take a bite.
The last time they'd made love she'd run her hands through the smooth strands, combing his tight scalp with her fingertips. She'd reveled in the creamy texture while he licked the swell of her breasts and sucked her erect nipples, groaning as his cock strained tight against her naked thigh. The memory of hot skin against skin made her tremble inside. Some of her defenses fell away.
Legs could tell Jack recognized the scent of Ada's White Diamonds perfume gaining strength in the air by the way he tilted his head as his nostrils flared. His blue eyes flashed defiance. He looked around, shouting at corners. "Do you hear me, Ada? I'm not like he was."
A cold chill swept through the room. Legs shivered against the draft and looked hard into the air, trying to focus through the dust motes in the early morning sun. If she stared in just the right way, and at just the right angle, she might see glimmers of her aunt. It had happened before.
Jack narrowed his eyes. "I know how to get her out of here. Tough love."
"What?"
He reached out and pulled her into his arms. The scent of fresh lime soap and musk aftershave filled her senses, dousing the White Diamonds. Arms of sleek steel hugged her to his broad, muscled chest. The smell and feel of him drifted over her like a safe, sensuous blanket.
She pressed her cheek against his shirt and rubbed her face across the nipple that had hardened beneath his black t-shirt. The fullness of her bottom lip clung to the tip and she resisted the primal urge to nip it with her teeth and poke it with her tongue through the fabric.
His voice was gruff. "We'll fuck her out of here."
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