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Authors: Tish Domenick

Desire's Golden Dreams

Gold Rush 2

Desire's Golden Dreams

Hannah Janes loves two men. Slim is a ghost trying to earn his way to his eternal rest. Bolt Carmody is a scientist with a mother who detests Hannah and a sexpot neighbor who wants him for herself.

Slim tells Hannah stories of her ancestor, the first Hannah, and her sexual exploits with five men she considered her husbands. Modern day Hannah is aroused and aches to enjoy both Slim and Bolt. Convincing Bolt, her longtime love, to accept her love of a ghost will not be easy. Outwitting his neighbor and his mother to keep his love may be impossible.

As Slim struggles with telling Hannah what he has done to earn eternal unrest, Bolt struggles with resisting his urges toward the persistent neighbor. The warnings of Bolt’s mother about Hannah’s fitness gain credence when Hannah asks him to engage in a ménage with the ghostly spirit who lives in her family’s defunct gold mine.

Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Western/Cowboys

51,292 words



Gold Rush 2






Tish Domenick










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Copyright © 2013 by Tish Domenick

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To all those whose ghosts come back to haunt them from time to time and to all restless souls wherever you are.


Gold Rush 2



Copyright © 2013








Present Day, Golden Touch Mine, San Francisco Foothills


“So this was where your family dug up all their wealth.” Bolt Carmody slapped his hat against his thigh.

“Yep, lots of ghosts lurking around here.”

“Is that why your father insists on lugging a huge wreath up here every year? Does he know people who died digging up the gold here?”

“I don’t think that’s the reason. My mother used to do it. She was a birder. The wreath is made of nuts and seeds and suet with a salt lick base as you can see.” She fanned her face with her hat. “But the ghosts, they say, are actual night-stalking spirits. One in particular has been seen by many people.”

“Right, Hannah darlin’, if you say so.”

“You don’t believe in ghosts?”

“Of course not and neither do you.”

“Don’t be too sure about that or about me.”

Bolt took her arm and stopped her forward progress into the cave. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hannah shot him an enigmatic smile. “Darned if I know, cowboy. Let’s go inside and see if a ghost or two can make believers of us.”

“Your father said under no circumstances was I to let you prowl around in there. It’s not stable.”

“He’s a worrywart. They’ve put up steel braces everywhere. It’s perfectly safe.”

“Then why is it closed off with barbed wire?”

“I’m going in, come or don’t come. I don’t care, cowboy.”

Bolt looked around for help. “Where is your father?”

“Dad won’t be back for awhile. He always goes off somewhere to commune with nature.” She took several steps into the mine.

Bolt panicked. “Wait, Hannah. Tell me about the people who discovered this mine. I know your great-great, uh, is it three greats?”

Hannah nodded. “Three greats for Granny Hannah Brown Tolliver and three greats for the first Grandpa Wade.”

“They became rich and famous and built a house on Nob Hill, and later the one you live in now in the Berkeley Hills.”

Hannah kept going. Bolt walked with her while trying to hold her back from going too far before her father returned.

“What of the others who owned this mine?” He tried to distract her. “Didn’t you once tell me two of the guys were gay? What happened to them? It couldn’t have been easy for them the way the world felt about gay men in those days. Who else was in on the mine’s discovery ?”

“I don’t know all those stories myself. Wish I did. I’m going to explore the mine while I have the chance.” She took off.

Bolt chose not to follow and encourage her. “Damn, that girl is headstrong.” He doubted her cell would get reception inside the mine, but he texted her anyway.
“Take Care. Luv U.”
He went in search of Hannah’s dad. He was the only one who could make the headstrong woman behave.

Hannah was a bit disappointed in Bolt. For a cowboy and veterinarian who wrestled animals three times his size, he could wimp out in the face of her father. She wound her way into the darkness and shined her flashlight on the damp walls of the mine. After it had been played out for years it still sparkled with glints of gold dust.

She sat on a stump someone had left here years ago, her mind swimming with all the snippets of stories about the mine’s owners she’d heard over the years. Never had she learned whole stories of her ancestors. She closed her eyes and tried to conjure up Hannah Brown from Plantsville.

“Howdy, sweetheart. You sure do favor my Hannah. But she would never have worn pants that tight or a skimpy shirt where her nipples poked through.” Laughter shook the rafters. “Though she did love to be poked herself. Gads, that woman loved to fuck. Uh, excuse me. Who are you and why are you disturbing my peace?”

Hannah’s eyes popped open and a wavering stem of light gradually took the form of a man, a tall, rugged stud of a man, muscular to his slim waist and hips. Strangely, Hannah was not at all afraid of the apparition. She’d heard reports of the ghost in the mine. And here he was.

“Who might you be, sir?”

“I asked you first, woman.”

“I’m Hannah Tolliver Janes.”

“Ah, one of her descendants.” He came close and drew a finger down her cheek. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

“Not at all. You’re quite handsome for a ghost. Were you one of the original Hannah Brown’s lovers?”

“No, I was not fortunate enough to be of that group.”

“Not one of her husbands?”

“So, you know about Hannah having more than one husband?”

“Some of the lore has been handed down through the family, but not nearly enough. I’d love to hear what you know about my ancestors. Can you stay and talk awhile or will you disappear in a puff of smoke at any moment?”

“I am not a magic act. Certainly, I can stay and talk. I have nothing but time. Though I suspect you might be searched for soon. I sense a presence at the mouth of the cave.”

“Oh, worse luck. I’d better go, but is it okay if I come back? I am so curious about the first Hannah Brown Tolliver.”

“Come back anytime. I have many stories with details you could not hear anywhere else.”

Hannah stood and the ghost used her hesitation to take her in his arms. Although shocked at having a ghost touch her, Hannah was adventurous and went with it. His kiss was burning and arousing and left her breathless. She staggered toward the entrance of the cave dizzy and disoriented. When she turned back, no one was there.

Hannah used her hands as a megaphone and called out to the ghost. “Who are you? I didn’t get your name.”

Silence. Then, her father’s harsh words. “Hannah, you scared the life out of me.”

“Sorry, Dad, I’m perfectly fine as you can plainly see.”

Bolt looked helplessly on and she blew him a kiss as her father all but dragged her out of the mine. Tomorrow her dad was off on a business trip. She would come back alone tomorrow. The ghost said he had stories no one else knew. Nothing could keep her from hearing them.

Chapter One


She hopped out of the SUV, ignoring her father’s calls to stop. Home—refuge or jail? Hannah couldn’t decide as she ran up the front walk toward the Nob Hill mansion her ancestor had built during gold-rush days. The door opened for her before she reached it.

“Good afternoon, Miss Hannah.” Riley, the family’s oldest retainer, handed her a note listing the day’s menu.

“It’s fine, Riley, just fine.” She returned the menu and scooted upstairs to her room. All she wanted was to be left alone to think about what she’d seen in the mine—or thought she’d seen. Poor Bolt, she hadn’t said more than two sentences to him before they dropped him at his house. The kiss or whatever it was that happened to her in the mine had set her mind reeling. No, it had all her senses reeling. She and Bolt had been kissing since she was ten, fucking since they were teens. They’d lived together in college. But never had she had the reaction she’d had today when that stranger kissed her. Stranger? Spirit? Ghost? Something passed between them, something raw and terrifying and enticing.

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