Until the End of Time

By Tani Fredricks

Belle had grown up in a haunted manor, and never thought a thing about it...until the magical night when their resident ghost, Jarvi, decided to seduce her, and introduce her to the marvelous joys of sex!

But sex wasn't all Jarvi wanted. He'd waited 300 years for the chance to break the curse he'd cast upon himself as he'd laid dying...and if he'd guessed right, Belle just might be the one to free him!

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Jarvi had been a fixture ever since his untimely murder, back when the Manor had just been built. According to legend, he'd been shot by a jealous lover who'd desired his drop-dead gorgeous wife. And he'd sworn, with his dying breath, to reclaim the true love that had been taken from him.

Belle figured that if she'd been on the receiving end of that bullet, she would have left for parts unknown rather than watch her spouse take a new mate and raise a family in the grand house she'd built.

But against all logic, and certainly against all the laws of science, Jarvi had stayed.

Her mother had once said that he was searching for a new bride who would make his life complete. But that had never made much sense--because how could he take a living woman as his bride? And even if one was willing to marry a ghost...well, he was a ghost!

It wouldn't be much of a honeymoon, would it?

The moment she sat down at her mother's pretty vanity, gentle warmth descended on her shoulders. Jarvi hadn't touched her for a long time, and she jumped a little. But there was nothing threatening about his light caress, and gradually she relaxed again. It felt good as his ghostly hands moved up and down her back, stroking and kneading her sleek muscles.

She watched in bemusement as her mother's silver-backed hairbrush rose into the air and began to glide down her thick black hair. She was used to seeing things hover in midair...but even so, it gave her a jolt to see the hazy shadow standing so close behind her.

Her pulse began to hammer, and a warm blush rose to color her cheeks.

The brush settled back on the table, and Jarvi's hands returned to stroke her bare shoulders. Belle sucked in a startled breath as little bursts of hot delight began to shiver just under her skin. "Jarvi..."

She had to move, had to put some distance between them! Panting, she lurched from her chair and shot across the room as if she'd been jabbed with a pitchfork. No one had ever made her feel such an incredible explosion of pleasure!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Feb 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466166684

Tani Fredricks

Why should my twin sister have all the fun? I can write just as well as Becca can...and I'm a whole lot wilder and crazier! There's absolutely nothing I won't try, or write about! If you like Becca's stories, and want to dance on the wilder side, be sure to check out mine! >:-D (The really wild'n'crazy fun stuff is too shocking to publish here--but you'll find it on my website!)

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Until the End of Time

By Tani Fredricks

Cover Artwork by Moira Nelligar

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Copyright 2012 Tani Fredricks

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The Manor had been haunted for generations. That had never disturbed Belle, because any southern mansion that didn’t host at least one tragically-killed ghost simply wasn’t worth living in!

She’d grown up on stories of benevolent spectral activity, and spent most of her childhood playing happily with invisible friends. And she’d never thought twice about what might happen if their resident ghost ever lost its temper.

It hadn’t happened yet; Jarvi Beauregard Montreaux was a gentle soul. A lover, not a fighter, as her mother had once remarked with an odd little smile.

Well, she supposed she’d find out for sure now--because from this point forward, she was on her own. Mom and Dad had