Vibrations

By L.A. Witt

Nate Bard is at his wit’s end. There’s something living—or not living, as the case may be—in his house, and if he ever wants to sleep again, it needs to go. Ever the skeptic, Nate balks at his sister’s suggestion of bringing in a psychic, but after another sleepless night, he’s desperate.

Enter Isaac Lane, the hot psychic who immediately senses both the ghost and the homeowner’s doubts.

Within minutes of Isaac’s arrival, weird things start happening. Though Nate hasn’t had a clue what’s been making this ghost so restless, now it seems the ghost is bent on getting the two men together. And neither Nate nor Isaac is able—or willing—to resist...

This 11,000 word short story was previously published.

• Language: English
• Publisher: L.A. Witt
• Release date: Aug 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463755396

L.A. Witt

L.A. Witt is the author of Back Piece. She is a M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies.

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Vibrations

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L.A. Witt

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Vibrations

Copyright © 2014, 2016 L. A. Witt

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First Edition published by Amber Allure, an imprint of Amber Quill Press, 2014-2016.

Cover Art by Lori Witt

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About Vibrations

Nate Bard is at his wit’s end. There’s something living—or not living, as the case may be—in his house, and if he ever wants to sleep again, it needs to go. Ever the skeptic, Nate balks at his sister’s suggestion of bringing in a psychic, but after another sleepless night, he’s desperate.

Enter Isaac Lane, the hot psychic who immediately senses both the ghost and the homeowner’s doubts.

Within minutes of Isaac’s arrival, weird things start happening. Though Nate hasn’t had a clue what’s been making this ghost so restless, now it seems the ghost is bent on getting the two men together. And neither Nate nor Isaac is able—or willing—to resist…

This 11,000 word short story was previously published.

Vibrations

A psychic? Seriously?

My sister, Jillian, shrugged as if we were just talking about the weather or something equally mundane. Why not?

Uh, well. I set my coffee cup on the wrought iron patio table between us. Besides the fact that they’re full of shit?

And your house is apparently full of unhappy spirits. She shrugged again, oblivious to the odd stares coming from other patrons, and rested her elbows on either side of her cup and saucer. If you want to sleep in that place, I think it would be worth a try.

I cringed. I’m not that desperate.

"You’re not that desperate yet. Or so you say. She reached across the table and put her hand on my wrist. I know you don’t believe in a lot of this stuff, but unless you’ve magically figured out what’s causing everything that’s happening in that house, and how to make it stop before it drives you insane, I think you should keep an open mind."

I cocked my head. Keep an open mind to other people who claim they can magically figure it out?

She held my gaze. Got any other ideas?

No, but I’m not hiring a damned psychic. I shook my head. If I have to, I’ll just sell the place and get the hell out of there.

In this market? She laughed. Good luck with that.

Gee, thanks.

Hey, I’m just saying. The real estate market sucks donkey balls, and whatever is going on in that house could damage the value anyway.

I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face. Just what I needed. A lemon of a house in a buyer’s market. And I didn’t even really want to sell the place. It was a charming little Cape