Rowena's Ghostly Menage

By Berengaria Brown

Jabez Winton has been dead since 1920 but he can't go into the light until he settles a few things with his descendants. To be heard, he needs energy and when Rowena and Nate enter the old warehouse, Jabez sees his chance. Nate can't keep his hands off Rowena and the energy produced is enough to allow Jabez to speak to the pair. When Nate comes up with the idea for a ghostly menage, Rowena is the one who will decide Jabez's fate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Berengaria Brown
• Release date: May 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301207695

Berengaria Brown

Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires, fairies and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man.... Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

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Copyright © 2013 by Berengaria Brown

This book was previously published by Silver Publishing.

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Rowena’s Ghostly Ménage

Berengaria Brown

Chapter One

Rowena’s heels clicked on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse as she followed the security guard past row after row of shelves—shelves that seemed to extend for miles.

"Here we go, miss, row one sixty-five. ‘W’ will be right down the end. K, N, P, T, ahh there you are, W—Winton. Would you like me to lift the