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.

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 . . .