Genre: paranormal (ghost)
length: novel
ISBN #978-0-9820050-9-5
Format: ebook & print
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 He never thought he’d get a second chance. At life, or love…

FBI Agent Kyle Denison knew he’d done some bad things in his life, and in the afterlife. Now the Fates have brought him back and the only thing on his mind is going back to the woman he’d loved and making things right.

Except she’s dead. And he’s falling hard for her best friend.

Shay Cartland lived all her life with the knowledge the rest of the world thought she was a freak, someone who could talk to spirits. She doesn’t believe her best friend committed suicide, and an attack at her friend’s grave confirms her suspicions. She vows to get to the bottom of things even if it means going against a very hunky ghost who doesn’t want her in danger. Except Shay knows how to handle ghosts. Falling in love with one who makes her feel things no other man—living or dead—has, is another matter entirely.

Also in this series: Ghost Touch

Reviews for the Previously Published Version

 ”Ghost Redeemed by Mary Winter is like silky smooth chocolate melting on your tongue; deeply satisfying, decidedly decadent and completely euphoric. This sequel to Ghost Touch is as fantastic as the first book; which is rare indeed. Shay is sweet, lonely, lovely and endearing. Kyle is sexy bad-boy agent man through and through. Toss in some villains that are perfect for loving to hate them and a plot that yanks you in and holds you tight and you have one heck of a cops and robbers story worth repeating. Ms. Winter has a talent for making the reader smile at odd moments and tugging heartstrings until they bust. She also has a way of writing love scenes that may just have you looking in dark corners for your own lonely ghost to melt the bedclothes. I should warn you, do not do like I did and start this book right before bed with the intention of putting it down to get some sleep, because it will not happen.”
- 5 stars, Keely Skillman, ecataRomance Reviews

“Ghost Redeemed was a great story. . . I will be looking for the first book that dealt with Kyle’s demise, Ghost Touch. The plot and the characters definitely make it worth checking out.”
-Serena, Fallen Angel Reviews

“Using the concept that redemption is possible for the worst of us, Mary Winter writes a captivating follow-up to her first ever published story, Ghost Touch.  A traitor to his country and friends, it was nice to see Kyle’s desire for love overrode his knack for making horrible decisions.  I have to admit to being a sucker for bad boys and found myself jumping in my seat as he kicked some major butt on his journey of salvation.  I felt emotionally drained as Shay and Kyle weaved through one dangerous situation after another, barely making it out alive.  I also tip my hat to Shay, a woman who knew even with all his faults, Kyle was still a ghost worth fighting for.  This story is a thrilling ride
of action, suspense, and beauty and I hope this is only a bridge to another story needing to be told in this magnetic series.”
- Denise Farrell, Erotic-Escapades

Ghost Redeemed is one hot-as-a-volcano story with a paranormal twist.”
- Trang Black, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

“While I don’t normally read ghost stories, I have to confess I love this one. GHOST REDEEMED can be read as a stand alone but after reading this one I’m curious enough about Sage that I intend to go pick up a copy of GHOST TOUCH, which contains his story. The whole idea of getting a chance to rectify mistakes you make it life makes this a thrilling story. All of the characters are memorable and both Shay and Kyle are kick butt characters who are willing to fight for their beliefs and to achieve justice for Marcy. Mary Winter’s GHOST REDEEMED will have you believing that even after death, there just may be a second chance for all of us.”4.5 blue ribbons!
- Chrissy @ Romance Junkies

“I really enjoyed reading “Ghost Redeemed.”  It is a great follow-up to “Ghost Touch.”  I like that the author allowed Kyle to have a chance to right the great deal of wrongs that he committed.  Being able to apologize and make amends with his former partner was a great touch.  At his core, Kyle was a good man.  His greatest desire was to find true love.  That shows he really wasn’t evil.  Shay’s ability to see ghosts makes their connection easier.  Her guilt at feeling attracted to her best friend’s ex-boyfriend is understandable, but she also realized that those two really weren’t meant for each other.  From the sensual scenes that are in this story, it is obvious that Shay and Kyle were meant to be together.  If you enjoyed “Ghost Touch” you will love this follow-up, “Ghost Redeemed.”  It stands well on its own, but I highly recommend reading both stories.”
-Paige Lovett, Reader Views

“Mary Winter” demonstrates a deft touch with interweaving romance and the paranormal, adding unexpected and very welcome touches to  an intriguing plot with empathetic characters. As she did in the prior book in the Dangerous Spirits series, Ghost Touch, Ms. Winter has penned a book few readers could put aside before the end. Like Ghost Touch, Ghost Redeemed earns its place on readers’ Keeper Shelves with its appealing story line and likeable protagonists.”
 - Frost, TwoLips Reviews

Excerpt

 “We really should get you back to your house.” Shay looked around. Fear replaced grief in her eyes, and Kyle hated himself for putting it there. “If you think we should, but I really like it out here.” She closed her eyes and snuggled closer to him. His body tightened. He struggled to calm his unruly cock and focused on checking their surroundings for anyone who might wish harm on Shay. With the breeze ruffling his hair and the chirp of birds overhead, the idyllic day seemed immune to such bleak thoughts. The smell of grilling meat filled the air, and Kyle dared not count the years it’d been since he had a nice, juicy steak. Shay’s hand traced a leisurely path along his thigh. Her light caresses filled his mind with images of Shay beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist. The featherlight touches sent arrows of heat through his body. He laid his hand over hers, stilling it. She looked up at him with wide-eyes. “You don’t want me to touch you?” A trace of hurt filled her voice. “I want you to touch me very much.” Unable to resist her, he leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. “But we’re in public, and I’m supposed to be watching out for your safety.” She nodded as if she understood, but Kyle sensed a reluctance in her. “I guess that makes sense,” she said at last. Turning to him, she reached up and ran her hand over his cheek. “Why don’t you take me somewhere where you can touch me?” “Are you sure?” Kyle gestured to the gravestone. He wanted to take her up on her offer, but after all they’d done, and all he’d said, he knew he should give her space and time, even though he didn’t really want to. After all, she was an adult, and surely knew exactly what she needed. Shay smiled. “I’m sure. It’s crazy, I know. You’re a ghost, and loved Marcy. Plus there’s your background to consider, but I can’t get enough of you. For once, let me have this illusion of nothing standing in our way. Let’s not worry about Marcy’s death or what might have caused it. Your past. None of it exists for us right now.” She tempted him. What harm could there be in going back to her house and making love for a few hours? He rose to his feet then helped her stand. Once on her feet, he pulled her to him, slanting his mouth across hers. He kissed her, hard and greedy. He drank from her, drawing her essence into his body as if it alone had the power to keep him alive. What might happen in the future, whatever happened in the past, none of it mattered. His hands roamed her back, pressing her lush curves against his hard frame. The woman in his arms—she was all that mattered. At last she broke the kiss. Tangling her fingers with his, she drew him toward the car. * * * * * Shay’s stomach flip-flopped. Kyle sat in the passenger seat with his hand casually resting on her thigh. In her chest, her heart pounded. The devil-may-care attitude that had gripped her in the cemetery faded away under the harsh reality of driving back to her place. She sat at a green light a moment longer than necessary. Behind her, a car honked its horn, and Shay sped forward. Someday soon Kyle would finish his mission and return to whatever afterlife from whence he came. She knew this fact as well as she knew her own name. Spending years talking to ghosts gave her a good insight into what happened when a soul passed on. The option to walk the earth forever never even appeared at the table. What kind of afterlife he might have, she didn’t know. She didn’t have that much information, especially since those she spoke with were still on the earthly plane. But there most definitely was an afterlife, and Kyle would ascend. Precious moments ticked by as she parked the car and entered her house. Kyle followed on her heels. Once inside, she pressed Kyle against the door and kissed him. Today, tomorrow, the next minute, none of it mattered except for the feel of Kyle’s firm lips beneath hers. She braced her weight against him, rolling her hips to pin him between her and the wall. With both arms braced on either side of his head, she leaned against him. His solid strength pressed against her body, and her pussy clenched at the primal sensation. She didn’t ask, she gave. Her tongue swept along his lower lip and she nibbled slightly until he granted her entrance to his mouth. Shay tasted him, savoring the swipe of his tongue along hers, his flavor dark and forbidden. A moan rumbled in his chest. Her body clenched around the sound, her pussy achingly empty. Need poured through her body. She wanted to take him hard and fast, a quick fuck up against the wall. Fast or slow didn’t matter to her, though she suspected it mattered to Kyle. He reached for her, his hands settling on her hips. He kissed her back with a breathless ardor that told her he, too, didn’t care about the future. He didn’t even know if he had one. Hungrily, his lips moved across hers, tasting, drinking, as if the touch of their lips could seal them together forever. His hand curved over her backside and he pressed her into the hard length of his cock. Shay shuddered. Oh Goddess, he felt so wonderful, the virile length of him pressed against her stomach. She pulled her lips away and moaned, a husky, deep sound that had her sliding her hand along his side so she could grab his ass. “Shay, sweetheart, we’ve got to slow down.” His whispered words came in between fevered kisses. “Why?” Shay opened the buttons on his shirt, replacing her fingers with her lips.