Lesbian Ghost Hunters Omnibus
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- USD 6.99
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- USD 6.99
Descripción editorial
Lesbian Ghost Hunters series, now in one convenient package!
When a beautiful young maid is being menaced by a ghost, there’s nothing she can do except lie back and enjoy it—until what she fears the most happens: they’re caught. Mysterious, dark-eyed R.J. knows exactly what’s happening to her. But she also knows exactly how to deal with it...
R.J. is a ghost hunter, and she has a particular way of dealing with ghosts--you have to give them release. The two of them soon find themselves on a cross-country roadtrip full of beautiful and dangerous women, love, lust, and--most of all--sex.
Included in this omnibus are all 9 novelettes:
Wake-Up Call (#1)
Carnival Games (#2)
Nursing Wounds (#3)
Nun Too Gently (#4)
Tied in Knots (#5)
The Road to Hell (#6)
High Spirits (#7)
Club Dead (#8)
The Ghost of a Chance (#9)
...plus a bonus short story about the ghost hunters!
This novel is intended for mature audiences only.
BONUS STORY: The Spirit of the Forest
Molly and R.J. visit a national park and meet an absentminded “daughter of the forest.”
EXCERPT:
Xylia sang for us as the moon rose, a form of entertainment that I was so eager to stop that I nearly kissed her just so her mouth would be occupied with something else. I think R.J. had the same idea, because as one song finally petered to a close, she slipped a finger under one of Xylia’s ghostly hemp bracelets and said in a low tone, “You have a beautiful voice.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Do you want to hear anoth—?”
“How about we dance for the moon goddess now?” I said, jumping out of my seat. I didn’t think I could stand to hear another verse.
I stripped out of my T-shirt as fast as I could, tossing it aside. My pants quickly followed it, as did my socks and shoes, until I stood shivering in the blue light of the ghost lamp. R.J. raised her eyebrows at me, smirking, and I flushed. I’d never been so eager to get naked before, and I knew she knew it.
“What do you think, goddess?” asked R.J., her tone smooth as honey as she brushed her fingers over Xylia’s hand. “Shall we dance for you?”