Grave Robbing and Other Hobbies
by Jayce Carter
Genre: Contemporary Paranormal Erotic Romance
Abandoned at three—whose parents want a kid who sees ghosts?—I learned the world is quick to punish misfits. I try my best to be a normal, boring human, but the call of the supernatural just won’t be ignored.
When a stranger shows up on my doorstep in the middle of the night, it’s no sexy tryst. Instead, I’m off to the graveyard, digging up the corpse of a murder victim at the demand of the local vampire coven—and that small felony is just the start.
The spirit of the woman has gone missing, something that shouldn’t be possible, and everyone is looking to me for answers. There’s Kase, a vampire who’s both terrifying and secretive. Grant, a mage with a bad attitude and a lot of power. Troy, the possessive werewolf-detective next door and Hunter, a mysterious bad boy who isn’t even close to human.
It’s a race not just against time but against everything to figure out where the spirits are going, who’s behind it and if I can trust the men who now share my bed.
And all because of a little grave robbing…
“Are you telling me you’re a poltergeist?” I asked.
Hunter chuckled as he shifted his hand so he could stroke the inside of my wrist. The touch was innocent—he wasn’t rubbing anything intimate—and yet I could feel it rush through me as if his fingers were between my thighs. “What do you think?”
“I’ve never seen a poltergeist act like you.” I frowned as I tried to make my brain work despite how he crowded me and made me want to press against him. “And you weren’t able to enter my house without my invitation. Plus my secretary could see you, so no.”
He traced my bottom lip with the tip of his warm tongue, and I tasted flames. “You don’t invite poltergeists into your bed?”
“I didn’t invite you.”
“You did, just not with words.”
“That’s what people with boundary issues say.”
His lips curled into a grin before he bit down softly on my bottom lip, a sting of pain that made me arch up, that made me press my pelvis to him in a blatant and desperate offer. So, he wasn’t wrong.
I did want him, more than I might have ever wanted anything else.
Jayce Carter lives in Southern California with her husband and two spawns. She originally wanted to take over the world but realized that would require wearing pants. This led her to choosing writing, a completely pants-free occupation. She has a fear of heights yet rock climbs for fun and enjoys making up excuses for not going out and socializing.