Ghost of a Chance

By Deena Remiel

Susannah’s married to her career. And she’s about ready for a divorce. Drowning in grief over the loss of her husband years ago, she initially immersed herself in a high-powered position at her marketing firm. But recently, she’s lost that loving feeling. Is she finally able to accept that her need for a man, for love in her life is stronger than her desire to bury it?

Remy, once a high-profile building magnate, is a ghost of a man, literally. Cursed by a vengeful ex-wife he neglected, he’s relegated to shadows of his former world. She meant for him to spend the rest of his life without the chance of normalcy ever again, and he believed she succeeded. But could there be a way out?

Susannah and Remy, two people ghosting through life, until they are brought together by a fateful One Night Stand. Both are seeking re-entry to the land of the living and loving. Can they fulfill each other’s deepest desires and learn what it means to live again?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Oct 13, 2011
• ISBN: 9781613331330

Deena Remiel

It was the mystique of Arizona’s history and landscape that called to Deena and catapulted her career as a USA Today Bestselling Author. When she’s not writing urban fantasy or paranormal romance in the wee, small hours of the morning or in the deep, dark of night, Deena teaches language arts to gifted middle school students. She currently lives in Mesa, but New Jersey will always tug at her heartstrings.

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Ghost of a Chance

Deena Remiel

A 1 Night Stand Story

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2011 by Deena Remiel

ISBN: 978-1-61333-133-0

Cover art by Fantasia Frog Designs

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~DEDICATION~

To my husband, who has always been an ever-present, positive force in my life.

Chapter One

"I’m so sorry for your loss, Susannah. Ah! Such a tragedy. But you’re young and still have a good figure. That’s something, anyway. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of men fighting for your attention. When you’re ready, of course, darling."

Great Aunt Molly’s wrinkled, pinched face surged toward her, lips poised in a pucker, ready to tattoo Coral Breeze lipstick onto her cheek. The cloying odor of mothballs offended her nostrils as Susannah recoiled in her seat. But she leaned too far back and her chair sunk into the moist ground beside her husband’s grave. Falling backward, she reached out to grab hold of something or someone, maybe Aunt Molly, but the specter offered a sorrowful grin and a wave goodbye. She was falling, falling….

Oh! Susannah’s head and shoulders kissed the floor by her bed, the rest of her body tumbling after. She lay prone on the carpet, staring up at the moon shadows on her ceiling. How much longer would she have to endure these bizarre dreams? Chad was gone five years now, almost six. In a week, she would face the anniversary of his death. During the past two weeks, either she woke herself up from laughing so hard, or scratched her head while showering, befuddled by the weirdness of it all.

She inhaled through her nose and let air seep out of her mouth. As she climbed to her feet, ready to return to bed, the view of the sheets lying in a tangled heap reminded her of the restless night and stole away her desire for sleep. She trudged over to her desk and clicked on her laptop with a sigh. Surfing the Internet would occupy her mind and waste the few hours left until she needed to get ready for work.

Google and she were best of pals, so with a quick click on her favorites, saved travel sites popped up. After slaving