Veronica Matthews hates her psychic-medium “gift”—being able
to communicate with ghosts and dying people. All it’s ever brought her is pain
and grief. When her neighbor Hunter Anderson, an ER doctor, realizes her
talent, he begs her to help get rid of the ghost that’s been haunting him for
two years and endangering his job. She’s torn. Her need to help the attractive
man who saves peoples’ lives wars with her guilt over not being able to lead
police to crime victims before they’re dead. She agrees to help Hunter. They
soon find out the ghost is likely to turn dangerous if he doesn’t cross over to
the next world.
After losing his wife in a tragic accident, Hunter’s only
solace is his work. The ghost that haunts him jeopardizes the one thing he
cares about. But spending time with Veronica, getting to know her passionate
lips and sassy attitude, gives him something new to care about.
She can’t risk her heart. He’s afraid to love and lose
again. Can a ghost help them break through and start again?
Excerpt
“I am an idiot. The
biggest idiot ever. If you want me to pierce something for you, to prove I’m an
idiot, I have some sterilized instruments upstairs in my apartment.”
Her tongue poked
against her cheek, signaling a laugh that wanted to erupt. Suddenly, he really
wanted to be the one who could make her laugh. “Maybe I could do your lower
lip?”
Her short laugh
erupted. A sweet, melodic sound that filled the small apartment.
His gaze stayed on
that full mouth and he lifted his fingers closer, compelled to touch her. She stared at him with wide eyes as he
traced the corner of her mouth lightly with his finger.
“I’m a liar. I
could never tarnish something as beautiful as this.”
Christ. What a line. Where had those words come from?
But he meant it.
Her breath was hot
against his finger as he traced the line of her lower lip. Her gaze held his.
His stomach growled again, breaking the spell, and she blinked and leaned
against the sofa.
“You know what? We
never had dessert,” she said.
He had room for
dessert. But not the food kind. He swallowed to quell his appetite for
her. “Uh…how about I make an ice cream run? Then we’ll get to work.” Enough of
this temptation. He needed to get away from her, from this pull she had on his
body and emotions.
Joya
Fields has had over 100 stories and articles published in local and national
magazines. Her debut novel, a romantic suspense, was a NJRW GOLDEN LEAF WINNER
FOR BEST FIRST BOOK OF 2012 and was nominated for RT Book Reviews 2012 Indie
Press/Self-Published Contemporary Romance award. She's since released three
more books.
Over the years,
Joya has taught arts and crafts, worked in public relations, owned a daycare
center, helped her children raise prize-winning 4-H livestock, competed in
three marathons, and even spent a year as a Baltimore Colts cheerleader. Joya
loves spending time with her high school sweetheart/husband of over twenty-five
years, two very supportive children, and a pug who follows her everywhere. www.joyafields.com
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