Excerpt of Love in the Fast Lane by Jenna McKnight

“You’re afraid of her?” Scott whispered to the ghost.

“I ain’t afraid of nobody,” Cooper snarled, but his gaze shifted away to the tree line.

Shiny, shoulder-lenth hair bounced with agitation as the delectable Miss Cooper darted between bumpers on impossibly high heels. Her suit flowed with every inch of her body as she charged across the narrow lawn. Worry creased the delicate features of her face. To think Cooper could have sired someone so pretty, so utterly enticing, was beyond comprehension.

“You,” she said with recognition.

Fame had many benefits. The fact that she already knew who he was would make getting to know her a whole lot easier.

“Nice to meet you,” Scott said.

The fire didn’t leave her eyes. She didn’t even hesitate as she topped the last step and advanced on him. “You owe me five hundred dollars.”

A lesser man would have run. Not Scott Templeton. He’d stared death in the face more than once. No way a little slip of a woman like this could back him against the house . . .