A Ghost on Two Wheels

By Bebe Balocca

An accident tore us apart, but I can't live without Michael. I'll find a way to love him, even if it's the death of me...

Ivy and Michael, her tattoo artist boyfriend, share a timeless, passionate love. Both work from home, so their breaks are spent together, making love and going for erotically-charged motorcycle rides through the countryside. They plan to make their bond official with name tattoos over each other's hearts, but fate and a reckless driver bring their world to a crashing halt.

At first, Ivy is devastated by grief, but she finds that she can make contact with Michael once more. She can touch him in his phantom form and feel his ghostly caresses. Across the veil of death, their lovemaking is different, but every bit as heated. Their after-death journey is mysterious, romantic, and undeniably erotic.

Ivy and Michael learn that sexual pleasure remains after life ends, and that death doesn't stand in the way of true love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Oct 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781781841068

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A Ghost on Two Wheels

ISBN # 978-1-78184-106-8

©Copyright Bebe Balocca 2012

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright September 2012

Edited by Sue Meadows

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A GHOST ON TWO WHEELS

Bebe Balocca

An accident tore us apart, but I can’t live without Michael. I’ll find a way to love him, even if it’s the death of me…

Ivy and Michael, her tattoo artist boyfriend, share a timeless, passionate love. Both work from home, so their breaks are spent together, making love and going for erotically-charged motorcycle rides through the countryside. They plan to make their bond official with their names tattooed over each other’s hearts, but fate and a reckless driver bring their world to a crashing halt. At first, Ivy is devastated by grief, but she finds that she can make contact with Michael once more. She can touch him in his phantom form and feel his ghostly caresses. Across the veil of death, their lovemaking is different, but every bit as heated. Their after-death journey is mysterious, romantic, and undeniably erotic. Ivy and Michael learn that sexual pleasure remains after life ends, and that death doesn’t stand in the way of true love.

Dedication

To my husband with appreciation for all of those two-wheeled magic carpet rides.

I love our happily ever after, baby, every single day.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Indian Chief: Indian Motorcycle Manufacturing Company

Mustang: Ford Motor Company

Are You Gonna Go My Way: Lenny Kravitz, Craig Ross

Sweet Emotion: Steven Tyler and Tom Hamilton

Paradise City: Slash, Duff McKagan, Izzy Stradlin, Steven Adler, Axl Rose

iPhone: Apple, Inc.

Fancy Feast: Purina Mills, LLC

Audi TT: Audi AG

Knock Out Roses: Conard-Pyle Co.

Rambo: Nu Image/Millenium Films

Listerine: Johnson and Johnson

Alien: 20th Century Fox

Kegel: Dr Arnold H Kegel

Ghostbusters: Columbia Pictures

Chapter One

Barney! I lean out of the back door and holler up into the meadow. Barney, damn it, come on in! As I have for the past several days, I hope to see him dart out from our rickety barn, his namesake and his favourite haunt, and plummet down the gentle slope to our back door like a ginger lightning bolt. Barney enjoys nothing more than lurking in that dusty old barn, chasing field mice and sparrows and lizards, then resting after his hunts in my lap.

We inherited Barney when we bought this old farmhouse ten years ago. After we moved in, we told Mack Grayden, the owner, that we’d found a cat in the barn.

Mack had shrugged and spat on the ground. Just an old barn cat, the crusty old man had grunted. And I got no use for him where I’m going. Keep him or call animal control to pick him up, don’t matter none to me. Reckon you might want a good mouser, though. Keep mice from gettin’ into the place.

We decided to give the unnamed mouser a trial period. I set out dry cat food in a dish, and the cat acted like it was wild salmon on a bed of caviar. Apparently Mack had never fed the cat at all and had just left him to fend for himself with mice and lizards and whatever else he could catch. The poor, scrawny thing was just skin and bones. We fattened him up, got him checked out at the vet, and invited him into the house. Our hand-me-down cat proved to be a well-adjusted and contented pet, as well as a very, very good eater. He’d rolled with the punches delivered by his neglectful previous owner Mack, and was more than ready for the next phase of his life. Now Barney, as we named the orange barn cat, is part of our family, a huge, tough tomcat who sleeps at the foot of our bed and curls next to me while I write, as loyal as any dog.

I wait and I hope, but there’s no lightning bolt this morning.

Michael comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I’m afraid he’s gone, babe, he says quietly, and plants a kiss on my neck. He’s been missing for six days now.

Fear stings