I would love to tell you all about my new book, Return to Destiny, re-released by Wilde City Press on the 21st of August.
In the 1st half of 2012 I was visiting the websites of e-book publishers to see what open calls were out there and found one related to time travel. Now, paranormal is not my forte, I’m more a contemporary type of girl.
As I was brainstorming with steam coming out my ears about a story line, I thought on Hollywood. Yes, you heard me – Hollywood. To be more specific I was reflecting on ghost-related stories and how they’ve always been associated with fear, evil and bad connotations. Why do ghostly visits have to be bad? What if they could be accidental, naughty and funny?
My hubby and I put our heads together and between us we came up with some wonderful elements in the book: a time separation, absolute desperation, hilariously “WTH”-moments, a cheeky, mysterious Mr Miyagi-like Chinese old medicine man, another “What!!!!?????”-moment and a time portal. Mix together and what you get is: Return to Destiny ;-)
Here is the blup to give you all a taste of Wade and Michael:
Wade Summers is a decent guy… who happens to have a ghost taking advantage of his body at will. His attempts to escape it have failed, not that Wade is complaining. But while his body is teased, tantalized and taken to new heights of pleasure, his soul longs to know more about this enigmatic lover.
In 2022, erotic dreams and déjà vu of a gorgeous man are driving Michael Turner insane. When a strange old man convinces him he’s let Mr. Right slip through his fingers, Michael desperately tries to figure out at what point he missed getting the man of his dreams and will stop at nothing to return to his destiny.
I do hope my readers will enjoy the story as much as I did writing it. Thank you all.
Sunday, 4 September 2012 in Auckland, New Zealand
Oh dear God, he thought. Not again! Yep, that phantom lover was back. Right here! Right now! At his mother’s dining table!
No hope of making it through without an explosion of ecstasy.
“’Scuse me!” was all he managed before his family would have a show they would never forget.
Rewinding the clock half an hour, everything was fine. Everything was normal.
Wade Summers loved Sunday lunches with his parents. He loved good food, period. In high school, the lunches had doubled up as a screening process for boyfriends and girlfriends he and his sister, Marly, brought home. Once he had moved back after college, the Sunday lunches became a tradition.
He dug into his heaped plate of roast chicken, steamed veggies, and brown rice. As usual, the whole lot swam in gravy. He eagerly anticipated dessert, after the whiff of apples and cinnamon he got when he’d arrived.
“So, Mom, was Mrs Wilson satisfied with the way you groomed Gigi this month?” His mother owned the local dog parlour and tended to stress every time the grumpy client brought her precious poodle in.
“Yes, Wade. For the first time in twelve months, I apparently got it right.” His mom’s green eyes, much like his own, danced with humor. “She scrutinized poor Gigi with the evil eye, but couldn’t find a single hair out of place.” His dad snorted, showing he was part of the conversation despite having eyes only for the food on his plate.
Marly shook her head, which made her blond curls bounce. She smiled. “Yeah, I saw it! Poor Mrs Wilson looked so disappointed when she couldn’t find anything to complain about.”
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, it happened. His only hint—the tingling sensation at the nape of his neck when the hair stood straight up. He jerked up in his chair, cold sweat breaking out on his skin. Fuck! No time. He had to get the hell away from there stat or his family would wonder what the hell was wrong with him. That was best case scenario. Worst case: a straightjacket and a padded room for the remainder of his life.
“Wade? Are you okay, honey? Oh my God, are you choking?” his mother’s voice rose in panic.
“I’m fine, Mom. Just excuse me for a minute. I’ll be right back.” He had about thirty seconds left before the shit hit the fan.
His mom looked faintly worried when he bolted out of his chair and practically ran to the bathroom. He barely managed to lock the door and sag against it in relief when the unbelievable began.
The sensation of long fingers combed through the hair by his ear and curled around his neck, pulling his head forwards. Hot breath whispered against his throat before soft lips kissed him there, a wet tongue tasting his skin.
As always, the smell of the ocean laced with a faint tinge of lemon surrounded him. Shit-scared, he started to shiver—so fucking turned on, his head spun.
The invisible fingers locked in his hair held him immobile when another hand came into play. It stroked gently down his cheek and followed the trail down from the hollow of his throat, loosening shirt buttons on its way. As if in a dream, Wade’s belt buckle became undone and his zipper tines popped open in slow motion. Warm fingers slid into the elastic of his briefs and pushed them down to mid-thigh. Once free, his furiously engorged cock jumped up to hit his stomach.
He knew what to expect, but he jerked anyway when a strong grip wrapped around him. A few slow strokes had him moaning helplessly. The pleasure, heavenly, but his heart, tormented—he shouldn’t enjoy something sinful. Oh, but it felt soooo good!
Hot air caressed his mouth before strong, warm lips locked with his. His breathing stuttered. Wade loved kissing—especially deep, hungry kisses that carried on and on. He could come from them alone.
The lips separated from his and warm, moist heat enveloped his left nipple. Fascinated, Wade could actually see his flesh shift when caressed and tugged. A wet tongue lapped at the sensitive nub, sharp teeth nipped, and his knees almost gave out. He moaned deeply when the sensory nerves exploded to life and hummed with pleasure.
He almost yelled out in shock at the sudden knock on the door against his back.
“Wade? Is everything all right?”
“I’m goo… oh, God! I mean, yesssss, Mom! Just give me a few minutes,” he managed to grit out between clenched teeth.
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