Ghost
Touch
by
LA Dragoni
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
GENRE:
Paranormal Romance
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BLURB:
For
fifteen minutes each night a portal opens in Tamara’s barn and a
horde of ghosts spills into her yard. She and Dex work together to
find a way to help Cal and the thousands of spirits stuck in the void
to cross over. When she learns she has the ghost touch—the ability
to touch the ghosts as if they were corporeal—and she accidentally
helps a little boy cross, she believes it might be possible. But not
all the spirits play nice and when they learn they can sip energy
from her ghost touch, they become greedy putting her life at risk.
Each
time Cal has to pull her from the mass of ghosts, her touch restores
him more and more until he is at danger of being stuck on
earth—forever, which is very enticing to Tamara the better she
knows him. Will she and Dex figure out how to help the spirits cross
and if they do, will she be able to let Cal go?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Excerpt
Ghost
Touch
by
LA Dragoni
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
GENRE:
Paranormal Romance
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BLURB:
For
fifteen minutes each night a portal opens in Tamara’s barn and a
horde of ghosts spills into her yard. She and Dex work together to
find a way to help Cal and the thousands of spirits stuck in the void
to cross over. When she learns she has the ghost touch—the ability
to touch the ghosts as if they were corporeal—and she accidentally
helps a little boy cross, she believes it might be possible. But not
all the spirits play nice and when they learn they can sip energy
from her ghost touch, they become greedy putting her life at risk.
Each
time Cal has to pull her from the mass of ghosts, her touch restores
him more and more until he is at danger of being stuck on
earth—forever, which is very enticing to Tamara the better she
knows him. Will she and Dex figure out how to help the spirits cross
and if they do, will she be able to let Cal go?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Excerpt:
“Dex!”
she shouted again, leaping forward and running toward the door. A
stabbing pain of cold sliced through her upper arm when she knocked
against the ghost with the shovel in his hand. He stopped to stare at
her with a surprised expression on his face. She pushed forward,
ignoring the increasing pain as she jostled up against the ghosts.
A knot
of ghosts hunkered together where she last saw Dexter. She pushed
through them, her warm touch surprising enough to make them jump
back. Dex lay crumpled in a quivering ball at the center of the
group. Tamara kneeled beside him and clutched his shoulders.
“Dex!
Are you okay?” He didn’t respond, just rocked to and fro,
mumbling incoherent words. She shouted. “Dex! Can you hear me?”
His gaze
finally lifted, a wary look colored with terror.
“Oh my
God.” Tamara wrapped her arms around him. His body was ice cold.
She pressed as much of herself against him as she could and buried
her face in his hair. “I gotcha. You’ll be okay.”
Then she
became aware of an ache worming through her muscles and realized
hands pawed at her, clutched her, and were trying to pull her away.
She raised a furious glare at the eager crowd of ghouls and snarled.
“Stop! Leave us alone.”
However,
hunger showed in the eyes of those who’d been dead a short enough
time to still have them. Actions became more insistent and then
combative. The group shoved and swayed until she worried she’d be
crushed beneath them when they fell. She kept her arms wrapped around
Dex, hoping to keep the spirits off him, but many simply reached
through him to get to her. He shuddered violently and had grown
quiet.
Each
individual touch drained her of warmth and energy, yet they continued
to grope at her arms and back, tug on her hair and clothing. She grew
weaker and weaker until the edges of her vision dimmed and she could
barely feel the boy she was trying to protect.
Ghost
Touch
by
LA Dragoni
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
GENRE:
Paranormal Romance
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BLURB:
For
fifteen minutes each night a portal opens in Tamara’s barn and a
horde of ghosts spills into her yard. She and Dex work together to
find a way to help Cal and the thousands of spirits stuck in the void
to cross over. When she learns she has the ghost touch—the ability
to touch the ghosts as if they were corporeal—and she accidentally
helps a little boy cross, she believes it might be possible. But not
all the spirits play nice and when they learn they can sip energy
from her ghost touch, they become greedy putting her life at risk.
Each
time Cal has to pull her from the mass of ghosts, her touch restores
him more and more until he is at danger of being stuck on
earth—forever, which is very enticing to Tamara the better she
knows him. Will she and Dex figure out how to help the spirits cross
and if they do, will she be able to let Cal go?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Excerpt:
“Dex!”
she shouted again, leaping forward and running toward the door. A
stabbing pain of cold sliced through her upper arm when she knocked
against the ghost with the shovel in his hand. He stopped to stare at
her with a surprised expression on his face. She pushed forward,
ignoring the increasing pain as she jostled up against the ghosts.
A knot
of ghosts hunkered together where she last saw Dexter. She pushed
through them, her warm touch surprising enough to make them jump
back. Dex lay crumpled in a quivering ball at the center of the
group. Tamara kneeled beside him and clutched his shoulders.
“Dex!
Are you okay?” He didn’t respond, just rocked to and fro,
mumbling incoherent words. She shouted. “Dex! Can you hear me?”
His gaze
finally lifted, a wary look colored with terror.
“Oh my
God.” Tamara wrapped her arms around him. His body was ice cold.
She pressed as much of herself against him as she could and buried
her face in his hair. “I gotcha. You’ll be okay.”
Then she
became aware of an ache worming through her muscles and realized
hands pawed at her, clutched her, and were trying to pull her away.
She raised a furious glare at the eager crowd of ghouls and snarled.
“Stop! Leave us alone.”
However,
hunger showed in the eyes of those who’d been dead a short enough
time to still have them. Actions became more insistent and then
combative. The group shoved and swayed until she worried she’d be
crushed beneath them when they fell. She kept her arms wrapped around
Dex, hoping to keep the spirits off him, but many simply reached
through him to get to her. He shuddered violently and had grown
quiet.
Each
individual touch drained her of warmth and energy, yet they continued
to grope at her arms and back, tug on her hair and clothing. She grew
weaker and weaker until the edges of her vision dimmed and she could
barely feel the boy she was trying to protect.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
LA
Dragoni isn’t too particular about who falls in love or where they
fall in love. She simply considers it her job to capture the story
about their love. Whether it’s paranormal, mythical, or time
travel, LA will be there to divine their story for you. She lives in
Central Oregon with her husband and children, but haunts ghost towns
and cemeteries up and down the west, in search of the next adventure
to sift through her storytelling brain.
Follow
LA on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/ladragoni/and
Twitter
https://twitter.com/LA_Dragoni
Subscribe
to her mailing list http://eepurl.com/czuyuP
and
learn more about LA and her work at www.ladragoni.com
Available
in ebook, and audiobook from Amazon, http://amzn.to/1G7ZpC4
and now
available in print!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/152052157X?ref_=pe_870760_150889320
Also
available on Barnes and Noble,
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ghost-touch-la-dragoni/1122871133
Kobo,
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/ghost-touch-2
iTunes,
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1053760714
and
other e-tailers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
LA
Dragoni isn’t too particular about who falls in love or where they
fall in love. She simply considers it her job to capture the story
about their love. Whether it’s paranormal, mythical, or time
travel, LA will be there to divine their story for you. She lives in
Central Oregon with her husband and children, but haunts ghost towns
and cemeteries up and down the west, in search of the next adventure
to sift through her storytelling brain.
Follow
LA on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/ladragoni/and
Twitter
https://twitter.com/LA_Dragoni
Subscribe
to her mailing list http://eepurl.com/czuyuP
and
learn more about LA and her work at www.ladragoni.com
Available
in ebook, and audiobook from Amazon, http://amzn.to/1G7ZpC4
and now
available in print!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/152052157X?ref_=pe_870760_150889320
Also
available on Barnes and Noble,
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ghost-touch-la-dragoni/1122871133
Kobo,
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/ghost-touch-2
iTunes,
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1053760714
and
other e-tailers.
:
“Dex!”
she shouted again, leaping forward and running toward the door. A
stabbing pain of cold sliced through her upper arm when she knocked
against the ghost with the shovel in his hand. He stopped to stare at
her with a surprised expression on his face. She pushed forward,
ignoring the increasing pain as she jostled up against the ghosts.
A knot
of ghosts hunkered together where she last saw Dexter. She pushed
through them, her warm touch surprising enough to make them jump
back. Dex lay crumpled in a quivering ball at the center of the
group. Tamara kneeled beside him and clutched his shoulders.
“Dex!
Are you okay?” He didn’t respond, just rocked to and fro,
mumbling incoherent words. She shouted. “Dex! Can you hear me?”
His gaze
finally lifted, a wary look colored with terror.
“Oh my
God.” Tamara wrapped her arms around him. His body was ice cold.
She pressed as much of herself against him as she could and buried
her face in his hair. “I gotcha. You’ll be okay.”
Then she
became aware of an ache worming through her muscles and realized
hands pawed at her, clutched her, and were trying to pull her away.
She raised a furious glare at the eager crowd of ghouls and snarled.
“Stop! Leave us alone.”
However,
hunger showed in the eyes of those who’d been dead a short enough
time to still have them. Actions became more insistent and then
combative. The group shoved and swayed until she worried she’d be
crushed beneath them when they fell. She kept her arms wrapped around
Dex, hoping to keep the spirits off him, but many simply reached
through him to get to her. He shuddered violently and had grown
quiet.
Each
individual touch drained her of warmth and energy, yet they continued
to grope at her arms and back, tug on her hair and clothing. She grew
weaker and weaker until the edges of her vision dimmed and she could
barely feel the boy she was trying to protect.
Excerpt
Three:
The knot
of ghosts hissed and shrieked as they chased her. Seeing they’d
already changed direction, she dug her fingers into the grass to pull
herself away from them. Her legs were as shaky as a newborn foal and
even crawling was too much effort. Ruff stood next to her, barking,
but she knew he’d have no effect. He couldn’t even touch the
ghouls.
Then
they were on her. Petting and pulling, stroking and grabbing at her
arms, legs, clothes, hair. Their chatter became excited, reminding
her of a pack of hyenas. She buried her head under her arms
wishing…praying they’d go away.
“Get
off her!”
Was that
Cal? Tamara raised her head as much as she could, but was still
buried in spirits. She got a glance at a familiar face before the
writhing group closed in again. Was that the drowned ghost? She
looked less bloated.
“Leave
her. This will not help. Get away.”
Slowly
the weight lifted from her until she felt only one pair of hands
grasping her upper arms. Gentle and caring, not demanding.
“Cal,”
she croaked, struggling to raise her head and open her eyes.
“Come
on, Tamara. You need to get up.”
Her
eyelids were so heavy. She couldn’t hold them open. Couldn’t make
her neck cooperate so she could look at Cal.
“Tamara,
you need to move him. I can’t touch him.”
“Let
go of me Cal. You’re making it worse. I think.” Even speaking
drained her of energy. It took all she had just to force the words
out, but when Cal let go of her, she felt a difference immediately.
It was as if her strength no longer leaked out of her extremities.
Unfortunately her tank didn’t seem to be refilling very fast.
“I…it’s…it’s better. Give me a minute.”
“We
don’t really have a minute, Tamara.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
LA
Dragoni isn’t too particular about who falls in love or where they
fall in love. She simply considers it her job to capture the story
about their love. Whether it’s paranormal, mythical, or time
travel, LA will be there to divine their story for you. She lives in
Central Oregon with her husband and children, but haunts ghost towns
and cemeteries up and down the west, in search of the next adventure
to sift through her storytelling brain.
Follow
LA on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/ladragoni/and
Twitter
https://twitter.com/LA_Dragoni
Subscribe
to her mailing list http://eepurl.com/czuyuP
and
learn more about LA and her work at www.ladragoni.com
Available
in ebook, and audiobook from Amazon, http://amzn.to/1G7ZpC4
and now
available in print!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/152052157X?ref_=pe_870760_150889320
Also
available on Barnes and Noble,
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ghost-touch-la-dragoni/1122871133
Kobo,
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/ghost-touch-2
iTunes,
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1053760714
and
other e-tailers.
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