Passion Paranormal

By Laran Mithras

A paranormal investigation turns hot!

Angela and her husband Doug join friends on their first paranormal investigation of an old hotel. Being fans of paranormal shows on television, they set out to prove they can make a team that works.

Laura and her boyfriend Andrew join the married couple to prove they can work together and be just as good as other investigators they see on TV.

The two couples, as different as night and day and the living and the dead, find that their investigation falls apart. However, something much more enriching takes place and they discover not ghosts but passion. As the lust takes over, rules are broken and lines are crossed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laran Mithras
• Release date: Oct 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781386538004

Laran Mithras

I write sexy stories that skate along the edge of modern relationships. I don't like cliffhangers, endless chapters, or ongoing fighting and misunderstanding until the last page of the book. So, I don't write those in my books. Many authors think they're being edgy and have an alpha-male alien who's never heard of Earth running around saying, Jesus Christ! every two pages. Ridiculous. So, yeah, I don't do that, either. No religious expletives in my books.I write from the standpoint of realism. My heroes and heroines are normal people who make the extraordinary leap to sexual and emotional fulfillment. Most of my stories are HEAs and are designed to provoke a deeper thought about where we stand with our relationships.I don't live with two dogs or cats who rule my life; I have two pet rats. Yeah, really.Comments on stories or other questions can be directed to: [e-mail]. Connect with me on Facebook: Laran Mithras. Happy reading!

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If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.

~ H. L. Mencken

CHAPTER 1

Angela clung to Doug's shoulders as he thrust his erection into her. Her husband was close to cumming. His thick hair, normally brushed back, hung forward in his eyes. The dark strands created a curtain of sexiness her gaze tried to pierce. She gasped with sensation, feeling his shaft in her, feeling his hardness, and feeling his love. I love you, she said.

It was her thing. She did it when they made love and he got close. She wanted to hear his response – his endearment and love – in return.

He gasped, concentrating, and straining hard within her. I love you, too. His hips moved sinuously. His back flexed and his muscles bunched and moved under her hands. His swimmer's body was one fluid motion of love and lust.

The warmth from her heart added to the warmth of her womanhood. He thrust deep, filling her, and the heat of his passion added to her own as he flooded her with wetness. Angela floated, reveling in the relaxation of release. She had already cum earlier, and the satisfaction of his pleasure added to the pulsing in her pussy.

Doug sighed happily, twitching in the aftershocks of orgasm. He panted, drooping on his arms as they held him up over her. He also smiled down at her and she saw that familiar softness about his normally sharp gaze.

She wriggled beneath him and radiated that love in return. Pulling, she brought him down onto her and they lay together. She stroked his hair and felt the softening of their union - still filled, but no longer rigidly hard.

They had been married for two years and two months. Ends were met, if barely, on a rented condo and two cars owned by the bank. Her receptionist position at Ceramacorp paid very well and his position as assistant manager at the county's last remaining non-corporate hardware store gave them enough to get by. They stayed out of debt. Both of them had been stunned when dating to learn the other had thought the same way - that if you didn't have the cash on hand to buy something in full, then you couldn't afford it. Except for cars.

They had ideas, though, fueled by their love of watching paranormal investigative shows. Her husband had mentioned knowing a contractor through his work that had expressed an interest in starting something up. Doug had even gone as far as ordering a pair of digital voice recorders.

Can we make a living off something like that? While she liked the idea, she wondered how many people having spook-problems had money to pay to support her and Doug in putting food on the table.

He rolled off her and collapsed at her side.

Feeling happy, she turned and cuddled up to him. She listened to his breathing as it slowed, and the steady beating of his heart. For how long, she wasn't sure. Sounds and images filled her eyes.

The chiming of the phone startled her awake. She hadn't realized she was dozing.

Doug reached over and tapped the speaker button. Hello. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he listened.

Doug? A male voice. Out of breath.

Yeah?

Hey, guy. It's Andrew.

He leaned up on an elbow. Oh, yeah. What's up?

Angela sighed. Andrew was the guy Doug knew from work that wanted to start some kind of paranormal investigative business. There seemed to her to be little planning involved in these dreams.

You hear the news?

Her husband rolled his head as if annoyed. What, our government is funding yet another jihadist group?

She slapped his arm. She knew the government's primary enemies amongst the terrorist groups were all founded, funded, and supplied by the US and British governments. But that wasn't reason to go around blabbing about it.

Andrew huffed. No, dude. Old man Guidry died. Saw it in the newspaper.

Doug sat up a little straighter. Yeah?

Parnell Guidry was the last hold-out in the neighboring town of Trammel, an old mining town long dried up and abandoned. Big in the early 1900s, Trammel had attracted mining companies pulling zinc from the surrounding hills. But the production was never enough to sustain the effort. In the mid-1900s, the town made a small comeback when the old mines were reworked for nickel, but that period of prosperity did not last, either. The mines were closed in the 1960s and the people began moving away. The post office closed in 1974 and Parnell Guidry was the last postal employee stationed in the town. Mail delivery had stopped a few years before; he only sorted the incoming mail and sold stamps.

The population dwindled throughout the 80s and finally everyone moved on, looking for work, or sustained services – like mail.

Old Parnell stayed on in the town, though, having been born there to a miner and his wife in a mining tent. Newspapers would interview him, reporting the old man refused to budge. It was his home. Interlopers in the town often were confronted by a shotgun-wielding old man