Ghosts of Christmas Passion

By Trinity Blacio

As only she can, Amazon #1 best-selling erotic romance author Trinity Blacio brings her readers a paranormal Christmas ménage. Talk about holiday spirits!

Toni was having the worst Christmas in her life. Her grandfather had just died, and her so-called boyfriend had wiped her out of her savings, not to mention had gotten her evicted. She had had to move out to the wilderness home her grandfather had left her, where not only did she find a new car, but two Christmas ghosts who had promised her grandfather they would look after her...and so much more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Riverdale Avenue Books
• Release date: Dec 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781626014251

Trinity Blacio

Trinity Blacio is an established romance writer of best-selling Running in Fear series, as well as a number of dark fantasy, erotic romance, erotic horror and ménage titles. She is the mother of two children and lives in Ohio. Her work can be found at Freya’s Bower and Ravenous Romance, as well as the work of her alter-egos Maria Moonstar and Selene Noreen.

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Ghosts of Christmas Passion Copyright © 2017 by Trinity Blacio

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An earlier version of this appeared as the short story Christmas, Ghosts, Bondage Oh My in an anthology published by Ravenous Romance in 2012.

First edition, December 2017

Chapter One

Toni stared at the big run-down Wyoming ranch she’d inherited from her grandfather. The snow was at least a foot high. She had been lucky the taxi was a four-wheel drive or she would have been hoofing it up the long drive. The screen door was half off its hinges, but it looked like all the windows had been replaced, which would be good for the cold winters here. She sighed. Well, Grandpa, I finally made it here. Just wish you were here. We could have fixed this house up together.

Did you say something, miss? the taxi driver asked as he put her luggage onto the snow-covered porch.

Toni pulled her coat tighter around her as the wind whistled around them. She smiled and handed him a 20. No, just talking to myself. Thank you again. Toni turned and helped him unload the groceries she had picked up on the way there. Hold on. Let me get the door open so we can set the bags in there so they don’t get wet, she said, digging the keys out and pushing the door open with her shoulder after working the skeleton key in.

So, are you moving here? He glanced back at her as he set three more bags on the steps.

Yes, this is my new home. She nodded, putting the keys back in her pocket and grabbing the last two bags of food. Please let the power be on, she murmured to herself. A musty smell rose up as she entered the hallway. She reached for the light switch and prayed.

Yes! The power was on, and at least she would have heat tonight. Peeking through doors, she finally found the kitchen in the back. Setting her two bags down, she scanned around the room. It was large and spacious with huge patio doors connecting to what appeared to be a newer porch. Well, it looks like you started some construction, Grandpa. It’s beautiful. You always knew what I needed. Too bad I didn’t listen to you about Hank. Tears slipped down her cheeks.

She strolled back to the door and picked up three more grocery bags as the taxi driver drove down the long stone road, leaving her alone with her pain. She shut the door, leaned against it and sighed. She’d wasted six years on the prick and all she had now was what her grandpa had left her.

Hank had used her, believing she would inherit a nice lump sum when her grandfather passed on. The joke had been on him, though. But Toni realized she was lucky to be alive. She shivered, cold inside as well as outside, thinking to how close she had come to death.

Toni had seen his true colors the weekend he had taken her away, but the day her grandfather’s will had been read, she final had seen the light. She could still hear his furious words when they had gotten home.

"I can’t believe that old fart left most of his money to the Cancer Society. You’re his last surviving relative and all you get is a run-down ranch. God, I wasted seven years. Well, no more." With those words he’d packed his belongings and left. Shortly after, she found out he had stolen the money in her savings account, maxed out all her credit cards, and didn’t pay the rent for the past three months, leaving her homeless and broke, just in time for Christmas.

Yippy, Merry Christmas to me. She smiled. Bah humbug. Is that what the movie said, Grandpa? There will be no Christmas this year, she said as she grabbed the last of the bags and moved back into the kitchen. She glanced around and saw the little radio. Turning it on, she snorted when she heard Christmas music.

You just had to do that. Fine, I give, Grandpa. She put the groceries away singing, and began feeling a little normal, then Toni headed off to get her luggage to take it upstairs. The furniture she hadn't sold would arrive anytime. At least she would have her own bed tonight. Stepping out onto the porch, she stared at the snowflakes that had started to fall again.

Lifting her face to the sky, she stuck out her tongue to catch a few snowflakes like she did as a child. Well, it looks like we might get a white Christmas after all, Grandpa. She