A Ghost For Christmas
Author: Kacey Hammell
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Release Date: December 6, 2012
ISBN# 978-1-77130-211-1
Available at: Amazon | Evernight Publishing | ARe
In the author’s words …
Christmas – What’s Really Important
Usually at this time of year, I’m done my shopping, gifts are all wrapped, baking is done and off to teachers, doctors/dentists, acquaintances but this year, I have had to take a step back and check myself.
At the end of November, my Mom suffered (what we were told) a mild heart attack. Two weeks after that, she’s in having a double bypass! Needless to say, gifts and all the above, have fallen into the “not so important” list. As a creature of habit, I have routines, my kids have them, and things run like clockwork. I don’t like change or surprises, and we’re all pretty disciplined in how our day-to-day lives run. Sounds pretty anal, right?
I know it is but it’s what we’ve all become accustomed to and we manage very well. Until a surprise happens and we’re all left feeling like we’re in a foreign land and dying to get back to our regularly scheduled programming!
Today, however, I sit and think…I can only do what I can. Mom is home, on the mend, healthy as can be. My husband, kids and other immediate family are all doing well. My kids are all A & B grade students which fills me with pride, and my writing is going well.
So things like presents, baking, trying to gift others with goodies doesn’t take precedent. As much as it pains me, I sent out Christmas cards to the teachers/docs/dentists since no baking was done, and I still have my in-laws, my brother and a few gifts for the kids to buy. I’m not Wonder Woman (though I would kill for that figure and those boots!!) and can only do what I can. Christmas dinner will still be on the table, with all the faces I love around it and prayers will be said for those Angels we have above us, and the New Year will happen.
So while Christmas is a huge holiday, this year, I’ll be sitting back on Boxing Day knowing that I have what is important around me, I’ll be smiling and have checked myself to remember what is most important.
I wish you all love, laughter and happiness this Christmas and every day of your lives.
Happy Holidays!
Blurb
After receiving a long weekend at an elegant hotel beside the majestic Niagara Falls as a Christmas gift, Jodie Gibson is determined to do nothing but relax and enjoy the scenery. And, okay, just maybe meet someone who makes her toes curl.
Sebastian is sophisticated, tall, dark and gorgeous–everything a woman fantasizes about. But he’s also an 18th century ghost. He haunts the halls of the hotel, seeking the one true love that can help him find peace…
Excerpt
As she peered into the reflective glass, a face appeared behind her. Jodie whipped around and fell back against the window.
Oh my fucking God!
Before her, in what looked like a shimmering bubble, stood the most breathtakingly beautiful man she’d ever seen. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, he had dark unruly hair and striking, magnetic blue eyes that held her in place.
Jodie blinked, uncertain, scared and breathless.
How was it possible? She’d read the newspaper clippings, yes, but it was unimaginable to think ghosts might actually walk among the living.
Not everything made sense. She only believed in things that could actually be seen, felt and touched. This seemed surreal.
Stunned by the apparition before her, dressed in what looked like centuries-old clothes straight out of Esquire, he seemed to look straight through her, and his smile warmed her clear to her toes. Lord, she was in trouble.
“Hello.” Soft and gravelly, his voice alone seduced her…all the way to her toes. Her body quivered and her center tightened.
Whoa. What the hell am I thinking? There’s a ghost in front of me and I’m ready to jump his bones. Not bloody likely.
“What are you doing here? Get out. I don’t care who you are, you’re leaving, right now.”
He frowned. “No need to be frightened. I’ve been here for centuries.”
Jodie laughed, and not one to wilt like a scared little girl, stood tall. “This is all a joke.” She looked around, up and down, and all over the room. “Are there hidden cameras somewhere? Hey, Ashton, if you’re behind the camera, you can come out now. I’ve been Punk’d good. Thanks and all, but I’d like to get on with my evening without you.”
“Who is this Ashton? What is a punk? A rake, perhaps?” he asked.
Jodie squinted. “A rake?” She hadn’t ever heard that term spoken, but had read it in historical romances. No one talked like that these days. “No. Never mind, it’s not important. Listen, I just want you to go. I want to enjoy my evening.”
His smile was gentle. “I’m sorry, my dear, but this evening every decade is the only time I am visible to the human eye. I never miss a chance to watch the Falls.”
Every decade…
“You’re telling me you do this every ten years? How old are you?”
“I was born in 1781. That makes me—”
Jesus.
An eighteenth century ghost stood before her.
Merry Christmas to me.
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My thanks to Kacey for providing this guest post for the blog.
Thanks for letting me stop by today! Happy Holidays!!
My pleasure, Kacey! Thank you for sharing your holiday read with us, and Happy Holidays to you too
Fantastic post, Kacey! So happy your mother is doing much better. I hope you and your family has a wonderful Christmas and Boxing Day.
The book sounds awesome too. I’ll be sure to check it out.