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Samhain Publishing
May 2013
On Sale: May 14, 2013
Featuring: Eloise Jones; Tate Cooper
78 pages
ISBN: 1619214407
EAN: 9781619214408
Kindle: B00AZG0SR4
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He glanced at her and smiled. His blue eyes were so
bright with life she wanted to really see him smiling, not
just his spirit. She ran her tongue over her lip and his
gaze lowered, tracking the motion.
"And if I wanted to kiss you?" His voice lowered, and
she was sure her pulse quickened in response.
While she wanted to say, sure, kiss me, he'd only just
broken up with Ruby and he wasn't really here. She had to
remember that. He could wake up and she'd never see him
again. And she did want to see him, in the flesh. "I'd say
you're rebounding."
"You make me remember what it's like to be alive." He
placed his hand over his heart. "I can feel it, something
more than the dull echo of pain. Maybe a kiss will make me
wake up." He moved closer.
Her heart hammered in her chest; he must be able to hear
it. It was rebound and the need to feel alive, that was all,
but who was she to deny him the chance to get back to his
body? And if it worked? She'd go and see him and find out if
he did remember her.
"One kiss, just to see if it will help."
His fingers went to brush a strand of hair off her face,
but she couldn't feel his touch, only the gentle brush of
air. "Scientific research...you've never kissed a ghost
before."
"Never." What would it be like to be kissed by a ghost?
She leaned forward slightly, as if he were drawing her closer.
He traced her jaw, leaving a chill in his wake, and a
shiver traced down her spine. "What do you feel?"