Fifty Shades of Fantasy: Ghosts of Desire (paranormal erotica, ghost story, ghost romance, ghosts, ghost, ghost erotica, ghost sex, Halloween, Halloween stories, sexy Halloween, Halloween erotica) (4 page)

He raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“You aren’t supposed to be here, you should be with Mary.” I licked my lips, gathering my thoughts. “Because if you’re still you
,
even though you’re dead,
that has to mean
Mary’s out there somewhere, waiting for you.”

He looked forlorn. “
How could she love me after what happened?”

Is that what held him back, kept him bound to the misery of his past for so long? I grimaced at the thought.
“Because you were perfect together. She knew that.
I expect her grudge would be with her father, not you and I don’t see him hanging around, beating himself up for eternity.”A bright light suddenly came to life above us. I pointed up. “I think that’s your bat signal.”

He frowned, puzzled. “Bat signal?”

“I mean, that’s your cue. You want to see Mary again, go into the light.” I made a shooing motion with my hands.

“Are you sure?”

“Sure that love can last forever? Yes. Although I can’t make any promises about what this light business entails.” I pointed up. “If that’s where she is though, she’s probably miserable without you.”

He nodded. “Thank you
,
Cassandra. Are you married?”

Taken aback by the question, I shook my head. “No. Why?”

“Just curious
.” He took my head between his hands and kissed my forehead. “I will take your advice, but will give you mine before I go. You deserve a great love. You should not be alone.”

I laughed. “
Women don’t need daddy’s permission anymore, but dating still isn’t any easier.
”

He leaned down until our foreheads touched. “Look for a man who wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s out there, looking for you
, I promise
.”

I nodded. “Okay, sure.”

“Good bye,
Cassandra
.
I’m sorry if I hurt you.
”

I raised my hand in a wave. “Good bye,
Andrew.”

And then he was gone.
My eyes opened and I found myself in the prison cell again.
I
tried to sit up, but a wave of weakness pressed me back down to
the floor
. I knew I should get up and leave, but I was bone tired and a deep sleep claimed me.

I woke to a bright light flashing in my eyes. Covering my face with my hands I said, “Go away.”

“She’s awake,” said a voice I didn’t recognize, although I could hear the relief it contained.

“Bring in the stretcher.”

Strong hands lifted me and placed me on a soft bed.

I peeked out from between my fingers. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, Cassandra, thank God you’re all right.” Kelly ran to my side. Not far behind was a cameraman.
“What happened to your head?
” She touched my forehead and I winced.

A medic put a stethoscope to my chest while another medic wrapped a blood pressure cuff around my arm. I tried to sit up, but the medic with the stethoscope pushed me back down. “Stay still, m
a
’am.”

I looked up at him and my heart stuttered. “You look just like him.”

“Like who
,
m
a
’am?” He gave me an encouraging smile.

“Andrew Smith circa eighteen hundred something
.”

Confusion replaced his smile
. “That’s my great great uncle. How did you know?”

I focused on Kelly and reached
out, pulling
her close. “I think I was possessed.”

She peeled my fingers off her shirt
and squeezed my hand, trying to be reassuring
. “Shh, don’t jump to conclusions. It looks like you had a nasty fall.”

“You know, he was a prisoner here,” said the medic.

I nodded. “I know.”
Oh believe me, did I know.

“My mom
still
has his diaries somewhere.
She’s our family historian.
” He took off the stethoscope. “Your heart beat sounds a little irregular. I’m going to start an
EKG
.”

The other medic said, “Her pressure is low.”

“Probably dehydration. Start a drip, will you?”
The medic quickly put small white patches all over my chest and hooked them up to wires which began to record my heart beat. As he worked, I noticed a tattoo circling his
bicep. Celtic in design, it featured
a band of
intertwined lines that formed
a heart in the middle.

Look for a man who wears his heart on his sleeve.

I smiled and reached up to touch the heart. “Nice tattoo.”

The medic smiled. “Thanks.” He looked at me and our gazes locked for  a long moment. “When this is over, would you be interested in seeing my uncle’
s diaries? He kept them throughout the trial.
”

My grin widened. I was totally being picked up during a 9-1-1 call.
“Yeah, that would be great. What’s your name by the way?”

“Andrew.
Most folks call me Drew though.
” He looked sheepish. “I was named after him.”

I laughed
. Of course he was
.
This didn’t strike me as coincidence
at all
, more like the meddling of ghosts with a conflict of interest. Not that I was complaining, Andrew was just as handsome as his predecessor.
“I’m Cassandra.”

“Well
,
it’s been a pleasure to meet you, Cassandra. I’m sorry about the circumstances though.” He yanked up the bedrail
and they rolled me out of the prison
.

They took me to the hospital where I was treated fo
r
dehydration. To my surprise, D
rew looked me up and we ended up dating. Meanwhile, Kelly’s show hyped my possession experience to the point where I was invited to tal
k shows and landed a book deal.

The dominos of serendipity kept falling as a professor of forensic science reopened Andrew Smith’s case and prove
d his innocence using modern forensic methods.
Last but not least, Drew asked me to marry him. I said yes and almost fainted from shock when the engagement ring turned out to be Mary’s. His family had saved it all these years, passing it down from generation to generation.

After more than a hundred years, the ring would finally see a happy ending.

Thank You for Reading!
Special Reader Bonus

Readers who
join my mailing list
get a free read as a special thank you.

More books
by Michelle Fox...

To the Limit

A sensual spanking story
in the same vein as Fifty Shades of Grey.

Novella length!

Available now on
Kobo
,
Kindle
and
Nook
.

Princess at His Pleasure

A rough sex fantasy that Game of Thrones fans will enjoy.

Available now on
Kobo
,
Kindle
and
Nook
.

Anything He Requires

An irresistible seduction that leaves her willing to do
anything
he requires.

Available now on
Kobo
,
Kindle
and
Nook.

Taming Her Beast

Meet Hunter. He’s tall, dark and handsome....and ready to make Miranda howl.

Available now on
Kobo
 
Kindle
and
Nook
.

About the Author

A former preacher's kid (which is code for 'wild child') Michelle Fox enjoys exploring the erotic in her fiction. Besides, any time she gets naked and is about to do anything interesting, the police show up. Apparent
ly, her sex life comes with GPS and an ankle band.
It's safer to clothe blank pages with steamy sex. She blogs irregularly at: http://michellefoxerotica.blogspot.com/.