Title: Passionate Destiny
Author: Dee S. Knight
Genre: Paranormal Contemporary Romance
When Margaret Amis-Hollings inherits an old house in Virginia, she never suspects she’ll be sharing it with a very loving ghost. Or that her interest will be divided between her spirit lover and the very live man who’s renovating the place. Suddenly her life is intertwined with a soldier from a previous century and with his descendant, Aaron, who has a secret concerning her home. Is it coincidence or the power of a past love that makes her want to share her life—as well as her destiny—with Aaron?
He straightened, standing close to the car and effectively blocking her exit. Still looking out the window, Margaret found herself facing his belt buckle, peeking out between the edges of the wool vest he wore. Involuntarily, she moved her eyes a little lower and saw a bulge in his jeans that startled her with its size. She gulped, feeling herself blush, but couldn't seem to force her eyes away.
Fantasies assailed her. Was his member really as large as it seemed, based on that bulge? She stopped herself. Member? That was no "member," that was a cock, plain and simple. And a big one, too. God, how would it be to touch it through his rough jeans? Her hand lifted off her lap before she forced it back. Did he know how to use it? She'd bet he did. Was he married?
Wait a minute, married? Who cared? This was a fantasy.
Her panties were wet, the results of her wayward thoughts, and her nipples scraped hard against her blouse. She licked her lips, imagining his jeans pulled down around his thighs, his huge cock positioned right at her point of entry. He fit perfectly between her legs, as he slid through the moisture that betrayed her seeming disinterest, pushing into her...
She suddenly became aware that he had bent down and was speaking. Mentally shaking herself, she tried to concentrate on his words, at the same time hoping he didn't have mind reading capabilities.
"...road will narrow, and twist around. County maintenance ends after about a mile, so it deteriorates a little, but you shouldn't have any trouble in this." He patted the roof of the Ford sedan she had borrowed from her mother in exchange for her Z4 roadster. "The Rawling place is just about the only thing back that way. You'll see the sign for River Peace. Go right up the drive and the house is at the top of the rise. Got it?"
"Yes," she said tersely. She realized she sounded a bit testy, finding it difficult to focus on the directions he had just given rather than the bulge in his jeans. "Sounds simple enough. Uh... Go up the road a couple of miles until it deteriorates and then turn right up the drive."
He blew out an exasperated breath. "No, turn around and go back toward town. Take the first road to the right. That's Route 803. From there it's a couple of miles and you turn right up the drive. Do you need me to lead you?"
"There's no need to get male about this. Sounds like there are only two turns. I think I can handle that all right, thank you."
Snap! She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of the pump shutting off, then dug out her wallet as he put the pump handle back in place and screwed the gas cap on. He spoke and waved to the man behind her, who waved back before getting in his car.
"It's forty-one dollars," he told her when he came back to her window again. "They'll take it inside."
She thrust two twenty-dollar bills and a five at him. "Here. Why do I have to go inside?"
He looked at the bills in her hand and laughter lit his eyes. "Why indeed?" he murmured. He took the money and stood to leave.
"Wait!" Margaret called out. "Do you know a man named"—she picked up Ron Gibson's letter from the seat beside her—"Aaron Belton? He's supposed to be some sort of carpenter or construction guy or something. In a burg this size I figured everyone would know everyone else."
Leaning down again, he smiled, and Margaret thought her heart would stop. "Yeah, I know him. What do you want with him?"
"If you don't mind my saying so, you're awfully inquisitive. I have business with him, and that's all you need to know. Do you have any idea how I can reach him? Is he known for good work?"
"Best work you'll find in four counties. Can't vouch for anything beyond that. He's in the phone book." With that, he straightened and strode off.
She watched him go into the building, then a few minutes later come out and climb in the pickup across the island from her. Her mouth dropped open as he started the engine. When she hit her horn, he merely stuck his arm out the window, waved four dollar bills in the air, and pulled away.
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A little erotitop-notchc romance, a little humor, a little ghostly action placed in a cool small town in Virginia. And a yummy hero! This book has garnered lots of top notch reviews, as well as a Top Pick from Romantic Times!
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A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.
After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.
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