Phantom Touch #3: Ghost Paranormal Romance

By Mac Flynn

The tale of the phantom deepens when Jess finds herself back at her friend’s lonely ranch house. There she learns more about the ghost that haunts her, and maybe finds his true intentions toward her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9788827512050

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 #3

Ghost Paranormal Romance

Mac Flynn

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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1

Brent broke his promise. Badly. Thirty minutes later I was still sitting in the car, alone and frightened. My eyes were glued on the rickety metal gate, but they should have been glued onto the sky. The sunny day changed fast into a cloudy one. I didn’t think to look up until the distant boom of thunder told me more trouble was coming. I glanced down the road at the open sky and cringed back. A thick head of clouds were building up on the horizon toward town, and the breeze was blowing them toward me.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. My head swiveled around toward the gate, but the road was empty. A flurry of leaves wisped by the car, but I knew I’d seen something other than foliage. I glanced at my watch again. Thirty-five minutes. The weather grew worse as the clouds blew their way toward me. If we didn’t leave soon we’d be caught in the middle of the storm.

I swallowed some of my fear and stepped out of the car. My hope for Brent’s quick arrival grew dimmer with each second that passed by. Brent? Brent! I called out. No answer.

I shut the car door and wandered up toward the metal gate. The shadows lengthened as the sun sped along its way toward the ominous clouds. I wrapped my coat tight around me and leaned over the bars that blocked the cemetery from the outside world. A quick thought passed through my mind. They weren’t meant to keep vandals or stupid people like myself inside. They were meant to keep him, the phantom, from getting out. But he had come out, at least for me.

I heard a noise. It was the same as before; a sharp crack of a stick. I wondered if it wasn’t him dragging his dry bones out of his mausoleum toward me. My heart skipped