Touch of Fire — Tawny Taylor

Stephanie Burbank is your typical twenty-something divorcee with a very atypical problem. Thanks to her ex-husband, who seems to have forgotten that not only are they divorced but he's also…dead…she doesn't dare touch another man. Thanks to Jeremy, fiery passion takes on a whole new meaning… Rafe Hammond is not your typical bachelor. He has a secret too, which has been like a bucket of icy water on his lusty love life, but when his sexy neighbor puts the moves on him, he's unable to resist and to hell with the consequences. A little ingenuity is all they'll need-both inside the bedroom and out-to outsmart the pesky phantoms so they can cool their blazing lust. It's a battle of the elements as spirits collide and two people who haven't had a ghost of a chance at love until now give it a shot, risking more than just bodily harm. (Previously Published as PESKY PARANORMALS) SAMPLE She eyed his mostly full glass and felt guilty for downing hers so quickly. She'd never out-drunk a man before. "Don't you want yours?" "Not right now." "How about a snack?" He nodded. "I'm hungry." Her gaze locked to his tongue as it darted out to moisten his lips. "But not for food." Those four words were enough to make her shiver with delight. And his expression-fierce man on the hunt-was enough to make her pussy tingle with expectation. Considering the fire she saw burning in his eyes, he moved much slower than she would have thought as he dropped in front of her and lowered his bulk over top of her chest. Eager to have every inch of his body pressed against hers, she opened her legs to let his hips settle between them. This was heaven! His chest grazed her nipples through the thin material of her bikini and she felt them harden. He tipped his head and nibbled on her neck, his tongue and teeth producing goose bumps over her arms and shoulders. She instinctively started rocking her hips, pressing her pussy against the thick, hard rod housed in those baggy nylon swim trunks. He ga