Savannah's Ghost Tale

By Kali Willlows

Savannah Teale has an obsession with the supernatural—to disprove it. An unorthodox Ghost Hunter with a dark secret, she doesn’t believe in life after death. Not anymore. Being romantically challenged since the traumatic death of her fiancé, she has no interest in dating, but her sister’s loving interference has led her to accept a date for a 1Night Stand.

Cameron Evans is one of Savannah’s most handsome, charismatic, and sexy bachelors. He’s an exceptionally gifted tour guide, and a psychic, but hasn’t learned how to turn off his gifts. Since his conversations with the dead are a turn-off for most women—to put it mildly—Cameron has turned to Madame Eve to find a woman who can accept him for himself and all he has to give.

They may be a great match—if a certain, lingering ghost would just step out of the picture.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Oct 13, 2011
• ISBN: 9781613331323

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Savannah’s Ghost Tale

Kali Willows

A 1 Night Stand Story

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2011 by Kali Willows

ISBN: 978-1-61333-132-3

Cover art by Dara England

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~DEDICATION~

To those who have loved and lost and had the courage to love again; hold on to your faith and love will prevail.

Chapter One

Orgasmic groans filled the air. Oh my God, right there, wait—no—I don’t it like there.

Be patient. It has to hurt before it gets better. I promise, I’ll be gentler. Just let me finish. I’m getting close. I can feel it.

No, hold on, that hurts my—oh yeah, now you’ve got it.

Good Lord, Vannah, will you keep it down over there? I’m trying to enjoy myself, too. Her sister’s annoyed tone cut through the soft background music.

Sorry, Stacia, no one has done this to me such in a long time. I’ll try to shut up. It just feels so—oh—ah…. Vannah buried her face into the padded circle headrest.

When was the last time you had a deep muscle massage, Ms. Teale? The petite brunette masseuse tucked the sheet over Vannah’s shoulder and moved to the other side.

It’s been so long I don’t remember, Nadia, but you’re doing great. Don’t stop, please?

So, when is the big date? Stacia’s sly voice contracted Vannah’s muscles again.

Dammit, Stacia.

Taunting laughter from across the room resonated through her as she cringed under the painful kneading of her shoulder. While the visit to the hotel’s luxurious spa had come with their stay, Vannah began to wish she’d just soaked in the huge bathtub in her room.

Okay Nadia, I think that’s as good as it’s gonna get for me. Thank you. At her sharp tone, the woman packed up in a rush with shaky hands and excused herself.

Stacia sighed. Justine, thank you so much. We have to get ready for the Ghost Walk tour soon. Sitting up, she secured her towel and hopped off the massage table, collecting her bag and retrieving a few bills from her wallet. Please share this with Nadia; we both appreciate the great pampering.

As you wish, Mrs. Leonard. The older, more seasoned masseuse accepted the cash and left the room.

Well that was rude. Stacia spun around after the door closed, shooting a fiery glare at Vannah.

I’m sorry, but for the love of God, do you have to broadcast that I’m getting laid? Shit. She stormed behind the mahogany paneled privacy screen. The flaring heat