genre: paranormal (ghost)
length: Plus novel
ISBN #978-0-9820050-7-1
Format: ebook & print
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BLURB:

A dead FBI agent with a mission.

Special Agent Sage Kaimoon has spent the four years since his death tracking French traitor, Lu-Marc. He’s hot on Lu-Marc’s trail, ready to bring him down, when an unexpected encounter with a powerful spirit sets him on a path that will change his…death.

A witch looking for her spirit guide.

Teri Mallory follows her grandmother’s dying wish and works a spell to bring her a spirit guide. Teri expects an elderly spirit with the wisdom of the world to help her find her way. What she gets is a scorchingly sexy ghost bound for vengeance who turns her life and her heart inside out.

Death separates them. Passion unites them, and all too soon, she finds that she needs his ghost touch…

If you like Ghost Touch then you’ll love the next book in the series, Ghost Redeemed.

Reviews for the previously published version

“I love this book!”
- Kate Hill, author of Moonlust Privateer and God of the Grim

“Very sexy–loved it!”
- Cheyenne McCray, author of Forbidden and Wildfire

“Ghost Touch by Mary Winter is an informative look into the world of Wiccans. For those not familiar with the Wiccan ways, not to worry, it’s fully explained and, I might add, very intriguing…An interesting read and by far, a promising premise, makeup Ghost Touch.”
- Connie, A Romance Review

“Mary Winter masterfully pens a steamy ghost tale that will make some believe in ghosts, believe in love and that the good guys don’t always finish last. The hot and steamy love scenes are filled with passion that leave the reader breathless.
Suspense, danger, witchcraft and exciting love scenes….what more could we ask for?
I don’t think I will look at another ghost story again without thinking of Mary Winter and GHOST TOUCH”
- Tracey West, The Road to Romance

“Those who like a good suspense story with ghostly elements and plenty of sex might want to give this one a try.”
- Flora Bell, Sensual Romance

“GHOST TOUCH is enough to make you want to believe in ghosts. Despite his disembodied state, Sage glows with life, and he and his witch manage to spark plenty of passion. This book is a hot read for lovers of the paranormal.”
- Jeanine Berry, Sensual Romance

“Mary Winter has written a story that will keep you up until all hours of the night to get to the end. This is a book I couldn’t put down. The characters have chemistry which explodes and the mystery and suspense of this story will glue you to your seat.”
-Sherry, Coffee Time Romance

“Ghost Touch left me humming with warm glowing satisfaction. It is one of those stories that just picks you up and cradles you along in the excitement and warmth of a love facing impossible odds. Sage and Teri are deeply honorable, admirable characters with whom it is so easy to identify. It is amazing that such a tale can be told with delicious suspense and simultaneously coax a gentle unfolding of deep emotion. Each step along the path of the story brings the reader a little more dreamy completion and a little more tingling anticipation. Ms. Winter has created an awesome experience that feels like it should be a list of contradictions . . . relaxing and suspenseful, hard and soft . . . yet it some how blends together in an enlightening journey.”
-Keely Skillman, eCataRomance Reviews

“This book was very good.  I really thought this author knew what she was doing when she wrote this wonderful story of love, suspense and great sex. IF you have not read this I would go to get it now.”
- Nicole, Enchanted in Romance Reviews

“”Ghost Touch” is a well written, sensual tale. The chemistry between Sage and Teri reaches through the pages to your heart. In addition, to their erotic moments, they also have a love for each other that will transcend time. I really enjoyed this story. I recommend it to fans of supernatural stories.”
- Paige Lovett, Reader Views

“Ghost Touch is a fast-paced and involving story which entices the reader immediately and keeps the attention unflagging as we race to the finish. Well-developed characters who can elicit the reader’s empathy and descriptive background add to the flavour of the story. The paranormal elements of varying kinds are woven in realistically and create an exciting story, which is well worth reading and rereading. Mary Winter’s Ghost Touch is the first of a series, Dangerous Spirits, which is followed by Ghost Redeemed.”
-Frost, TwoLips Reviews

Excerpt

The front door closed with a loud click, and Teri slumped against the doorframe as the silence of an empty house greeted her. Not for the first time, she wished she had a pet; however, her grandmother’s illness hadn’t allowed pet dander in the house. At least a cat would take the edge off the emptiness.

Restrained tears threatened to spill, and she scrunched her eyes closed. No more of that, Teri thought, knowing she had cried enough. The work associated with death demanded her attention. Estates, taxes; she sighed with the huge burden of it all.

The box her grandmother had given her worked its way into her thoughts. In the four years since she had seen the box, her grandmother had never mentioned it. Almost eerie, Teri thought, as if Grandma knew death awaited her. She was diagnosed with lung cancer just two months later…

Shaking her head, she walked to her bedroom. Six months ago she had placed the box in her closet, and now Teri slid open the door to lift the box from a top shelf. After seating herself on the floor and placing the box in front of her, she removed the lid. The old books lay nestled amid cloth, just as Teri remembered.

Gingerly, she picked up the first book and opened it, seeing that inside the cover her grandmother had written a small inscription. Teri read:

“My child. If you are reading this, then I will assume I have passed from my current incarnation. Work these spells as soon as you can. It is my legacy to you.”

Teri closed the book, shivers dancing along her spine from the cryptic words. She held her grandmother’s private grimoires. Her grandmother had trained far more years than she, and Teri wondered if she were ready for what lay in the box. Picking it up, she ran her fingers over the smooth wood. Grandma told me to do this as soon as I could. I guess I can’t get much sooner than now. Teri breathed deeply and cradled the box in her arms.

“Grandma,” she said, her voice catching. “I don’t want whatever is in this box. I want you back and alive.” She rose to her feet and stopped.

Teri felt a presence in the room.

She stared through her open doorway at the hallway beyond. Though she knew she stood alone in her room, she felt as if she were being watched. “Grandma?” she asked hesitantly.

Silence answered.

She took a step forward and stopped as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She turned to the right, the direction from which she felt the touch, and saw nothing. Tender fingers caressed her cheek. For a moment she wondered again if it were her grandmother, returned from the Summerlands to comfort her bereaved granddaughter. It made sense. She believed her grandmother would be reincarnated back into this realm anyway, but somehow the explanation didn’t fit.

“No,” she mumbled to herself. “It couldn’t be Grandma. My grandmother is dead.”

The touch felt more than comforting. As the fingertips scaled across her cheek and down her neck, Teri shivered. The touch felt almost sexual. The caress glided down her arms to the box in her hands. The invisible touch washed over her hands and the box, almost as if by that sense alone it could divine what lay in the box. Teri jerked away. She worriedly set the box on the table, not knowing what kind of entity would try and grasp the information contained in her grandmother’s gift.

The specter followed her, for she turned from the end table and felt him there. The presence filled the room, a warm burst of masculine energy that made her shiver. Strong hands reached out to touch her shoulders, a comforting gesture that made her wonder if he had ever had a physical body. In that moment, she wanted someone to hold her.

 

 

 

 

A gift, she thought, my grandmother is sending me a gift from the other side. She knew about astral travel, even about interacting sexually with creatures on the astral plane, though she herself had never done so. Her grandmother had often joked that Teri should have a man of her own to keep her happy. Perhaps this is her way of matchmaking, Teri thought.

She found herself leaning into the warm presence. Her arms ached to wrap around him, her palms itched to touch his bare skin. Yes, she thought, just one moment of bliss before I deal with whatever’s in the box. As if the ghost could read her mind, she felt the presence step closer. She felt his hot breath where her neck met her shoulder. A soft, warm kiss. Teri’s knees buckled.

Strong arms caught her, helped her the two steps to the bed, and she sat gratefully. He sat beside her, his arm wrapped around her waist. Gently, he stroked her ribs, his touch sending waves of heat through her body. She closed her eyes and leaned against him, finding him a solid presence beside her. Reaching out, she felt his back beneath her searching hands. Opening her eyes, she saw she touched only air, but the feel of soft cotton beneath her fingers could only come from the man in her room.

Teri turned to him. I don’t care if he is a ghost. My wards will keep any negative entities out. Right now this feels so good. Taking a deep breath, she reached out and her hand found his flat abdomen. He turned in her arms. Before she had a chance to think further about what she was about to do, he kissed her. His lips touched hers tentatively at first, as if he was unsure of her reception. Her lips tingled from the contact.

Teri gasped. Her fingers curled into his shirt, and she felt him tense beneath her hand. He kissed her again. This time his lips demanded her to open for him, and she complied. The first sweep of his tongue in her mouth made Teri moan. He edged closer, threading his fingers through her long hair.

Hard and fast, desire rushed through Teri. She slid her hands to his back, tugging at his thin shirt. “Yes,” she hissed as he pulled his lips from hers to trail kisses down the column of her neck. She slid her hands upwards until she caressed his flat, male nipples. Even though she couldn’t see him, she felt him. If I slid my hands lower, Teri wondered, will I encounter his cock? She wanted to find out, wanted to feel the hot, hard length of him in her hands. First things first, Teri thought to herself, I want him naked.

Impatiently, she tugged at his shirt, and he released her long enough to pull it over his head. Teri wanted to worship every inch of him. She leaned forward, kissing his shoulder. He tasted sweet, and she smelled a clean, fresh male musk. Reaching for her shirt, he unbuttoned it, and Teri let him slide it off her shoulders. The garment floated to the floor.

His hands reached around her to the clasp on her bra. The bra loosened, and she felt his hands shaking as he slipped the straps off her shoulders. She watched it float through the air to be dropped on the floor next to her shirt and nearly giggled. But she couldn’t, for the spirit paused. A sense of loss filled her. Before the emotion could overwhelm her, she felt a light touch against her cheeks.

 

 

 

 

Perfect. No words had been said, and she heard nothing in her mind but her own chaotic thoughts, but through gentle touches, he conveyed that he thought her body was perfect. With gentle hands, he cupped her breasts, his thumbs sliding over her nipples. He massaged them into twin peaks, and Teri could only hang onto his shoulders when moments later his lips replaced his hands. He suckled first her right nipple than her left, using swirls of his tongue to create a maelstrom of desire inside her.

Teri whimpered. She felt his hands cross her stomach, down to the waistband of her jeans. The button loosened and the zipper lowered. Hands gripped hers, pulling her to her feet so he could shove the jeans down over her hips. Teri sat back on the bed, helping him remove them. His hands caressed her knees, up her thighs and across her hips.  She felt his warm breath in her navel, and she leaned back on the bed. She wanted to feel his lips against her skin.

“Whatever you are,” she said feeling a warm, male presence beside her on the bed, “make love to me.”