Phantom Touch #4: Ghost Paranormal Romance

By Mac Flynn

Jess has questions, and Eric has the answers. She confronts her ghostly lover, and he reveals his dark origins and why he is trapped between worlds. Jess’ troubles worsen when a knock on the door leads to a police investigation with her as the prime suspect.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9788827512043

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 #4

Ghost Paranormal Romance

Mac Flynn

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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1

Ashley dropped me off and sped off down the road, racing the setting sun. I looked up at the darkening horizon and felt a twinge of heat flare up inside me. It both scared and excited me. His control, his possessive nature, they were attitudes I’d been brought up to fight against, but after experiencing his deep, tender touches all I wanted was to fall into his dark arms. He offered pleasure and a satisfaction to my lust to be a woman loved and taken by her lover.

While I stood by the parking lot with a warmth spreading through my body, the shadows lengthened around me. A cold wind swept by me and dampened the sensual mood. I shook off the fog creeping into my mind long enough to stagger to my dorm room. The moment I shut the door and leaned back against it the heat returned, more forceful than before. I shuddered at the feel, as though a pair of warm hands were sliding up my body. My back arched and pushed my breasts out in a display of feral servitude. I was the slave, he the master.

My body shivered with excitement when the window ahead of me slid itself open. Through the crack a fog slipped into the room, a dark, familiar fog. The cool night air washed over my glistening, sweat-soaked body, but all I felt was the climbing of the dark mist inside my body. It slid out of my mouth and dipped down into my shirt. The mist caressed my bare, heated skin and toyed with my pert buds before it swept out the bottom.

As it had done before, the mist joined the fog, and from their union a phantom was born.