Ghost Lover was the first book I published officially. It’s my baby of sorts… So here’s a chapter from Ghost Lover…
She walked into the stables and leaned on a post just inside the doors. She sniffed the air for a hint of the scent she’d smelt earlier. It wasn’t long before the scent went by her nose. She stood very still and let the wind direction lead her nose. She could tell it was coming from the back of the stable around the door that led to the back field.
Her eyes had gotten accustomed to the darkness. She searched the shadows for any sign of movement. She was holding her breath. What could it be? Suddenly there was slow movement in one corner. She put her hand up to her mouth. Her feet were rooted to the floor. Was she in danger? But she felt perfectly safe.
A shape formed out of the shadows. It was a man in a cowboy hat. She couldn’t see his face only the dark shape. Was this an illusion or ghost? She was drawn to the shadow by some unknown feeling.
“Who are you and why are you here? Do I know you?”
“You know me, but he won’t let you remember me.” The voice was low and haunting.
“Should I be afraid of you?” She suddenly realized that she should be afraid, but she couldn’t move.
“I’d never harm you.” He slowly moved closer but still in the shadows.
“Why’re you here in the shadows? Why don’t you come into the moonlight so that I can see you?” She noticed he lowered his head and then looked back at her.
“I don’t want you to see me this way. I want you to remember me before you look at my face.” The sadness in his voice did something inside her heart.
“What’s wrong? Have you been injured in some way?” Her heart went out to him.
“Yes, I was burned in an accident. I want you to remember what we had before you see me.”
“What was our relationship?” Her heart was racing. She thought it would come out of her chest it was beating so hard.
“You’ll remember it. I don’t want to rush your memories. When you remember, you’ll know me.” Why did she want to reach out to this person so much?
“Were we friends?” Could this be the man in her dreams that she couldn’t see his face? Had he been scarred when she knew him before her accident?
“Yes, we’re very close. I know you have me locked in your memory and it’ll come out.” He reached his hand out of the shadows and stroked her face. His touch set off an electrical charge through her veins.
“Are you a ghost?” He laughed softly and the sound set her mind reeling.
“What do you think?” She tried to see him through the shadows, but couldn’t see his face.
“I think you’re the man that has haunted my dreams since I lost my memory.” Her voice was little more than a whisper as she spoke.
“How do you feel about me in your dreams?” He was slowly moving closer.
“I feel confused because I can’t see your face and remember who you are?” She reached her hand up to try to touch his face, but he gently grabbed her hand and put it to his heart. She could feel it beating wildly.
“Can you feel my heart beating? You’re what keeps my heart beating.” His voice was rough with emotion.
He looked up suddenly and pulled her into the shadows. She gasped, not out of fear, but surprise.
“Someone’s coming, but I need you to promise me that you’ll keep Thomas at arm’s length. He’s a danger to you.”
“What kind of danger? He said he’s my husband.” She could hear the footsteps getting closer.
“Just trust me; he’s not your husband.” He put his hands on both sides of her face and kissed her so gently that she almost lost her footing. “Don’t tell him about me. I’ll be here waiting for you tomorrow night at midnight.” He slowly went back into the shadows. She could hardly catch her breath.
“Jess, are you in here?” She could hear Thomas calling her, but her brain wouldn’t let her speak. He grabbed her arm and turned her toward him.
“What are you doing down here at night, alone? Have you lost leave of your senses?” She could tell he was angry and worried.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I came down here to check on Ghost Lover. I’m fine; no harm’s come to me.” Her eyes kept going to the shadows. Had she just kissed a man or a ghost? Was she losing it?
“Well, let’s go back to the house. You don’t need to be roaming around by yourself at night when nobody knows where you’re at, especially in your condition.”
They walk back to the house. Her mind completely lost in thought. All she could think about was what she’d experienced. Was he real or her imagination?
When they got inside and were on the way upstairs Thomas stopped her. “What were you thinking? It’s almost one in the morning. What if you’d fallen or someone had grabbed you?”
“I was completely safe. I doubt very seriously anyone would’ve been in the stables at midnight and I didn’t fall. I needed some air.” She started back up the stairs. Remembering what she’d heard the man or whatever he was, say about Thomas.
He followed her into the bedroom. She climbed into the bed and watched him come around the other side. “What are you doing?”
He looked up and smiled, “Well, we are married and this is where I usually sleep, beside my wife.” He grinned and got into bed beside her. He planned on acting like a real husband soon. He could only hold himself away for so long, especially when her warm body was lying beside him at night. He was hoping to sweep her off her feet.
He leaned over her and she pushed him away. “Have you lost your mind? I still don’t remember being married to you and I can’t have that kind of relationship with you until I do remember.” She jumped out of the bed and grabbed her pillow. “I’m going down the hall to one of the other rooms. Goodnight.”
He just laid back and smiled. She’d be putty in his hands before long. He just knew he was getting through to her.
She had a very restless night. She dreamed of a beautiful cabin. She could see herself walking toward a stable door. She was looking for someone, but whom? She was almost to the door when the stables exploded. She woke up screaming and sweating profusely. Thomas came through the door running and pulled her into his arms. “Not another nightmare. You should’ve stayed with me. Come on back to our room.”
“No, I’ll be fine.” She couldn’t even stand to be near him all of a sudden. Why’d she feel this way about her own husband or was he? Could the man in her dream be right?”
“Okay, but I’ll be right down the hall if you need me.” He walked out and left the door open.
She finally was able to fall asleep, but her dreams were restless. She had to make sure that she was in the stables at midnight. She had to know if he was real or part of her imagination, but he felt too real. Her heart was pounding hard just thinking about him. Why’d she react to a man she didn’t know? Why’d he warn her about Thomas?
As I said, this was my first book I published. My writing style has changed so much since I published this one. But my heart is still with romance.
I hope all of you have a wonderful Thursday and keep on writing!
As always, good writing and May God Bless You…