Hunting for Love

By Virginia Nelson

Heather McNamara talks to dead people and tries to bring healing to both the living and the recently deceased. After asking a dating service for someone who accepts her, and her gift, she signs up for a blind date unlike any other. Even if the matchmaking ends up being a dud, her date is set in a plantation crawling with spirits of the past and includes ghost hunting.

Gavin Wright wants to prove ghosts are real. Losing his twin at a young age, he almost believes that if he can prove there is life after death, he can find meaning in why he survived and his brother didn’t. At the chance to get locked in a haunted plantation, he’s thrilled...until he meets his date.

Heather and Gavin fell in love and it fell apart a long time ago. Too afraid of the risks, they let a misunderstanding drive them apart. A couple torn apart years before either Heather or Gavin were born decides to step in and leaves these ghost hunters Hunting for Love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jun 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771304610

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Copyright© 2013 Virginia Nelson

ISBN: 978-1-77130-461-0

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: JS Cook

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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For RTK--Thanks for the ghosthunting adventures!

HUNTING FOR LOVE

Virginia Nelson

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

The dream always started exactly the same way. In the bedroom with the silk wallpaper, she spritzed herself with scent and adjusted her breasts in the tight corset. Almost dizzy with the combination of excitement and the restriction of the whalebone, she gazed back at her face and smiled a little.

The book she found in the library detailed sexual ideas she’d not considered, but looked forward to trying. He should be there any time now and her heart fluttered in anticipation.

The clock struck twelve times, the gong resounding down the hall and muffling the knock at her window.

Opening the curtains, she pushed open the pane, and pulled him inside.

I knew you would come, Henry.

We have to talk.

Brushing his words aside, she went up on tiptoes to join their lips. No words they exchanged compared to the feeling of his mouth capturing hers. Their bodies spoke a language more powerful than any other.

Seeming as swept away with passion as she was, his fingers delved into her hair, destroying the curls she had so artfully piled on top of her head for him. She didn’t care. He could crush the silk of her dress, muss her hair, and bruise her flesh with the dig of his fingertips in the height of passion. None of it mattered.

Not so much as her desperate need for him.

He broke off the kiss. I said we needed to talk.

Unsure, she folded her hands together like the demure lady society dubbed her to be. About?

You’ve been cuckolding me. I got a letter and—

She moved fast, slapping his face with the full force of her weight. For once she didn’t worry about the noise waking the household.

"Bastard.