Phantom Touch #2 (Ghost Paranormal Romance)

By Mac Flynn

Having escaped from the graveyard with scarring memories, Jess stumbles back to her campus apartment and finds that another unsettling surprise has followed her from the grave. She must struggle to understand what’s happening to her or risk believing herself mad.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mac Flynn
• Release date: Nov 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311465306

Mac Flynn

A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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Phantom Touch #2

Phantom Touch #2

Ghost Paranormal Romance

Mac Flynn

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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1

We reached the car and Brent shoved me into the passenger seat. I didn’t argue, as he jammed the keys into the ignition and flipped the car around so fast I got whiplash. I pulled on my seatbelt and held onto the oh-shit handle above the door. We raced along the road with the wheels barely touching the ground. I didn’t dare take a look back until we were almost back to town, and by that time the trees and farms had been replaced with suburbia.

Nothing was back there. No dark shadow, no drunken boyfriend trying to kill me with my own knife.

Damn it! I yelled.

My words were loud enough that they startled Brent. He swerved along the road for a few yards before he slammed his foot on the brake. We lurched to a stop in the middle of the road with the car at a funny angle. Good thing it was so late that traffic was nonexistent. I clutched at my heart and Brent’s head snapped in my direction. What? What is it? he asked me in a frantic voice.

Rob took my best cutting knife, I told him.

Brent’s mouth slowly dropped open and he tilted his head to one side. Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about after him trying to kill you with it?

Hey, a girl’s got her priorities. I glanced over my shoulder at where we’d come. It was a relief to see the streetlights after the darkness and gloom of that cemetery, but I still had a chill in my bones. It was like a coldness that I just couldn’t shake off, and when next I spoke my voice had dropped to a whisper. "You think he’s fine in there? You know,