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Christmas at the Durran Castle.
If you’ve been following my blog tour for Ghost Lover, you already know the Durran castle is packed with ghosts. However, since Gar Durran does not allow anyone to visit his castle, and servants will be fired if they make notice of the ghosts, all but two of the ghosts are nothing more than light orbs now.
Seriously, why bother making the great effort to materialize if no one is going to notice?
Only two ghosts persist in making their presence known. Lassier and his ghost cat, Mr. Finch.
1st, let’s meet the fabulous Mr. Finch:
Lassier acquired Mr. Finch as a small kitten back in the 15th century from a sailor named Mr. Finch. The kitten quickly grew into a power cat who rode on the back of Lassier’s steed into battle. He died in battle, saving Lassier’s life. To reward the cat, Lassier buried him in the family plot so he could return as a ghost cat. While never visible, Mr. Finch makes a weighty presence to this day. As a very large ocelot, he weighs in at almost 40 lbs, so when he decides to rest at your feet, or lie on your chest, believe me, you notice, even if you can’t see him. He also has a very fine purr.
(The above paintings were done by Lassier when Mr. Finch lived in the 15th century.)
The other ghost who makes himself known about the castle and in towns far beyond the castle walls, is Lassier.
Lassier is the greatest ghost lover of all centuries. No woman can resist him, not even Senna when he disguises himself as Gar and confesses his love for her. He has mastered materialization to the point most of his lovers have no clue he is a ghost. His body is both hard and warm to the touch. And his seduction moves are the finest in the world.
Lassier had to step in and convince Senna not to leave the castle after a truly dreadful party where Senna got her feelings crushed.
However, by Christmas, there’s no need for him to console either of the Durran woman. For the first in many generations, the Durran Castle overflows with happiness, good cheer, and great love.
Here are the ghosts gathering around the Christmas tree.
Where are the live people you ask?
Brendon and Cat are upstairs trying out their toys in the dark
…while Mr. Finch gives Senna a grand present in the library. For the first time, he materializes so she can see him. You’ll notice some of balls on the Christmas tree are a bit fuzzy with light. I believe a few of the family ghosts snuck in to watch this special moment as well. Check out Gar’s expression. He’s not thrilled with Mr. Finch’s materialization, but for Senna he’ll endure anything to make her happy.
Hands and paws down, this is the best Christmas any of the ghosts remember having at the Durran Castle. Everyone is in love and happy.
Where’s Lassier, you ask. He’s out cheering up women who sleep alone on Christmas eve.
A Ghost Lover’s job is never done.
Everyone at the Durran Castle wish you and yours a happy and wonderful Christmas!
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By Liza O’Connor
Contemporary Romance with a touch of paranormal
Two sexy English brothers. One irresistible ghost. Who would you choose as your lover?
Completely broke and with a criminal record to boot, Senna Smith is one day from eviction from her apartment when Brendon, her promiscuous roommate from London, suggests she go to England, marry him, and manage his fortune. With few other options, she agrees to an open marriage. But she’ll never, ever, have sex with him, knowing if she falls in love with him, he’ll break her heart.
As trustee of Brendon’s family fortune, there is no way Brendon’s older brother, Garrison Durran, is going to let him marry a self-professed American gold-digger. As Senna tries to embrace castle life and English society for Brendon’s sake, Gar discovers Senna is the perfect woman for him–beautiful and intelligent, kind and caring. Now, if she wasn’t already engaged to his brother…
The ancestral ghost of Durran Castle has to intervene if the Durran brothers have any chance of an heir. He can’t leave them to fix matters on their own. They are useless buggers when it comes to love. As counselor to Gar, matchmaker for Brendon, and lover to Senna, a ghost’s work is never done.
CONTENT WARNING: Allergy warning: Ghost cat in book.
“So my brother steals all your money and to compensate you, he suggests you come to England, marry him, and he’ll give you his trust fund.” Only his brother could contrive such an absurd plan.
“Yes.” By her brief answer, he gathered she thought it a perfectly reasonable solution.
His brother might be an idiot, but this gold digger would soon discover Gar a force to reckon with. “Did he steal a half million from your bank account?”
Brendon laughed. “Do you have any idea how long that would take? Cash machines only allow you two visits a day at two hundred dollars a pop.”
“How much did he take?” Gar restated his question.
“Four hundred,” Senna replied.
Gar stared up at the ceiling praying for patience, then glared at Ditz. “So why didn’t you pay her back the four hundred?”
Ditz stubbornly refused to answer, and instead glanced at the girl.
She sighed and faced Gar. “Precisely what I asked. He said he didn’t have the four hundred, but if I married him, he would come into a half million. Since the landlord planned to evict me, I really had no choice but to accept the offer.”
About Liza O’Connor
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog, Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.
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