Series: Raritan Manor Ranch, Book 1
Genres: Paranormal, Time Travel, Erotic Romance
Heat Level: 3
Word Count: 32, 880
ISBN: 978-1-77233-067-0
Editor: Tricia Kristufek
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Blurb:
A woman in love. A ghost in need. A
man possessed.
Evelyn Sheridan is in love with Raritan
Manor Ranch’s resident ghost, Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her
dreams.
Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a
ghost, loves Eve and wishes she’d stop saying they can’t be together.
While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives
for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real
relationship after all. Alex, though, has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every
time the house cat, Myrddin, comes around, Alex feels like a man possessed and
wants Eve with a passion.
Caught between loving a ghost and putting up
with a man who can’t make up his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of
the ranch help Evelyn to stop being caught between two worlds?
4 Dreamy stars!
This was a very interesting read, it actually ended going a different way then I anticipated. Its not too long of a read but its long enough to give you a relatively satisfying and happy ending.
Evelyn literally dreams of the man of her dreams. She spends time with him when she slumbers and the thoughts of him consumer her when she wakes. Quinn is all Evelyn would have ever hoped for in a man. Except he isn't real...or is he? In an attempt to enjoy her last hooray before going away and starting out on her adult responsibilities she agrees to spend time with her best friends Julie and her Aunt' Mae's home. A beautiful and elegant historic ranch that bears a striking resemblance to the setting in her dreams with Quinn. When mystery and magic come into play and old attics reveal forgotten family lines. Evelyn will awaken to a place where her sanity crosses with the desires of her heart.
This story is very romantic. Its a tale of both lost love and found love, second chances and new beginnings and the idea of soulmates or destiny. Moss does a nice job of weaving this very romantic and mystical tale of how love transcends time. This story is very easy on the heart and will leave you feeling all mushy in love by the end.
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A deep, warm laugh rumbled from him.
“You think it’s funny that I’m going nuts?” She placed
her hands on her hips and glared at him over the horse’s back.
Quinn moved around the horse. “You are not going insane.”
As Quinn took another step toward her, she took a step
back. “That’s what Julie says. I’m not convinced, though.”
With every step she took, Quinn matched it. In a deep,
sultry voice he uttered, “My beautiful, intelligent Evelyn, your mind is very
sound.”
Her butt hit the building. Standing in a pile of broken
hay stalks, her gaze fixed on Quinn’s eyes, and her breaths came in short
rasps. Her mind didn’t feel sound at all, neither did her body. Pulse racing,
heart pounding against her chest, she seemed in the midst of losing control.
All her senses heightened until colors were brighter. She looked past Quinn at
the gentle slopes of the mountain range nearby and the deep blue sky.
He stood an inch before her. She breathed in his musky,
masculine scent. Her clothes tightened and scratched against her sensitive
skin. Though under a warm sun, a shiver raked her body. How could a man rob her
of control, of her senses?
Quinn placed his hands on the building, trapping her
between his arms. “Tell me,” his husky voice whispered in her ear. “What has
gotten you so bothered you think you are going crazy?”
The heat radiating between their close bodies sent
ripples of desire through her. She shuddered.
“Well?”
“You,” she whispered in return, not meeting his gaze.
“These dreams. They’re interrupting my life. I’m letting my relationship with
you interfere with everything I do when I’m awake. Any good psychiatrist would
have a field day with me.” Evelyn paused, took a deep breath to calm her
excited body.
Since he towered over her by at least a foot, she talked
to his chest. The white shirt, pulled taut over his front, showed the outlines
of his well-defined muscles. She wanted to touch them. Evelyn clenched her
fists at her sides, taking in another deep breath, and looked up. “It’s gotten
to the point where Julie thinks I’m in love—”
“Are you?” Quinn interrupted, a hint of pleading tainted
his voice.
His question caught her off guard. She hadn’t thought
about the possibility of love, of discussing their feelings for each other. She
didn’t answer, and her lack of response brought an expression of sadness to
Quinn’s features. She cared for him, but love? How could she love someone who
wasn’t real, someone who existed before her birth? Someone who’s a ghost?
Quinn turned his back to her. “I thought… never mind.”
The misery in his voice pinged at her soul. “Quinn.” She
put a hand on his shoulder to halt him from leaving. “I’m sorry. I can’t love
you. You’re not real.”
His body tensed beneath her fingers. Quinn turned back
to her and her hand fell to his chest. He held it there. “Damn it, Evelyn. Stop
talking nonsense. I am real.”
She couldn’t deny that fact. His hands were warm. His
heart beat strong and steady. Her eyes widened and she gazed up into his
passion-filled gaze. She wished she wasn’t dreaming.
“Let me show you how real I am.” His lips descended onto
hers.
All the blood rushed from her head and her knees
weakened. She leaned into his body for support. His arms wrapped around her.
Every nerve fired at his touch. His lips parted and his tongue coaxed her mouth
open.
Too dazed to resist, she copied his motions, and the
gentle kiss blazed into a raging fire. Their mouths, hot and hungry, moved against
each other’s in perfect harmony. Evelyn’s arousal gained momentum. She swirled
her tongue against his in wild abandon, learning the sweet taste of him.
Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she held on to the moment for dear
life.
An
eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and
erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.
More about C.R. Moss:
So
what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark
and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her
and her muses the freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to
love. And where does the tag line “Love & Lust in the Wild West” fit in?
Well, for one, she lives in NV. Two, her stories take place, either in part or
in full, in and around the Las Vegas area. In fact, even this website sports “a
look of home.” The background picture was taken in an area just a few miles
west of Las Vegas and happens to be the inspiration for the setting of the
Double D Ranch Tales saga.
She
also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss
allows her to slate other stories under Horror ~ Paranormal ~ Suspense ~
Thriller ~ Urban Fantasy. Visit: http://caseymossbooks.com/
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