Waiting for Ethan
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By: Cynthia Boris | Other books by Cynthia Boris Categories: Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Time Travel Word Count: 84,000 Heat Level: STEAMY Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, Time Travel] In 1957, Ethan West disappeared on his way to pick up his girlfriend for the high school dance. Now, almost fifty years later, Ethan's determined to keep that date even though there are a few obstacles in his way—like, he's dead, and he's got the wrong girl. Captivated by Ethan's spell, Joyce Erikson finds herself caught between two lovers. It's up to Mack Merritt to save Joyce from a ghost and a killer. The question is—are they one in the same? The wait is over. Ethan is back. A Siren Erotic Romance 0 Ratings
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 Waiting for Ethan
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket, EPUB Price: $3.99Cover Art by Jinger Heaston ISBN: 1933563141 |
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Professional Reviews5 BLUE RIBBONS: "Wow! Waiting for Ethan blew me away! This book has everything, action, mystery, a ghost, romance and a totally yummy hero. Cynthia Boris shows a true talent for richly detailed writing that will have readers on the edge of their seats and riveted to the pages of this book. Ms Boris has created characters so real that they easily engage the readers' emotions. The author mixes romance, the paranormal, and mystery to create an unforgettable story that will have you keeping an eager eye out for Ms Boris' next title. 5 HEARTS: "Waiting For Ethan is a wonderful, chilling ghost story. The book begins with Ethan's girl waiting for him, and continuing to wait, long past any reasonable expectation of his arriving. Immediately, the plot switches to present day and we meet Joyce and Mack. The flipping back and forth through time is handled in a supremely careful manner. This novel is quite long, but I was not disturbed by the length because the main characters and the additional family and townspeople are written so thoroughly. As Joyce and Mack begin to get to know each other, their relationship develops beautifully, with the pace of their sexual relationship going along with the plot of the story. Their lovemaking is sensual, but not graphic. I enjoyed reading about their trials and tribulations, particularly before Mack realizes that Ethan has come back. Although he is concerned about Joyce's mental health, Mack is a true hero and sticks with her. Joyce was an interesting character, with no idea what is happening to her. The lighthouse, a major focus of the plot, is almost a character in itself. Many secondary characters help to cement the plot. Ms. Boris takes an innovative idea and works wonders with it." Marcy Arbitman, The Romance Studio 5 ANGELS: "[In Waiting for Ethan,] I enjoyed how the story started out in 1957 and informed the reader right away about Ethan's sweetheart situation. This leads us to the present day where the introduction to Joyce, Mack and BeBe is done with very skillful descriptions and grabs the reader's attention. The idea of a spirit being attached to an antique pocket watch was an intriguing storyline, along with the who-done-it aspect. Joyce becomes so wrapped up in [Ethan the ghost] that it could destroy a real life with Mack. Waiting for Ethan is suspenseful and the clues lead to a more complicated web of lies, deceit, jealousy, and the ultimate shocker of an ending. Definitely a mystery, paranormal romance with dashes of erotica. A book that has just about a little of everything for every type of reader out there. I will be on the lookout for more books by Cynthia Boris." Anita, Fallen Angel Reviews "Waiting for Ethan by Cynthia Boris is a captivating paranormal romance. The characters pull the reader into their world, into a page turning tale of lost love. After reading the opening of the first chapter, I couldn't stop. The characters are so real, that you feel as if you know them personally. The unknown, the tension, and sexual attractions consumed me. 4 STARS: "Ethan is one angry, outspoken ghost. I loved the anticipation of what he would do next, and he is not even the main character. Although there is plenty of action in Waiting For Ethan, the characters are what drive this novel. Bebe Merrick is one interesting grandmother. Her bossiness drove Mack nuts and tickled me to no end. I thank goodness for Bebe, because with all the lies, murder and suspicious accidents occurring in the small town, I needed the laugh. Mack and Joyce are very serious characters stuck in the middle of a situation that did [not] allow them one moment of relaxation. Hence, most of their sexual encounters occurred during daydreams. When they did come together, they had to worry about ghostly interference. Filled with dramatic highs, Waiting For Ethan is one heck of a rollercoaster ride." Suni Farrar, Just Erotic Romance Reviews ExcerptSTORY EXCERPT
In the middle of it all was Joyce swaying to Elvis's rendition of Love Me Tender; the tape from Mack's truck. She had her back to him, her left arm extended as if holding a dance partner's hand. Mack took a step toward her. Suddenly, she swung around. She did have a partner—a well-built young man in blue jeans and a leather jacket—and he was completely transparent. Now you see him, now you don't. Mack blinked his eyes, sure it was just a trick of the blue-gelled lights, but the image refused to go away. He could see the young man, and through him, Mack could see Joyce. He was still deciding on his next move when the couple stopped swaying. Ethan turned. His eyes narrowed, apparently perplexed by the sight of Mack who looked so much like him. Would it do any good to speak to him? Do ghosts talk? This one does, Mack thought, recalling the voice on the answering machine. You've got the wrong girl. Leave us alone. The words came out before his lips moved, like in an old, out-of-sync, Japanese, horror movie. The streamers above Mack's head shimmied and danced like wind chimes caught in a breeze. Then something hard smacked him on the back of the head. Mack whirled. A plastic lobster from the net on the wall lay at his feet. He bent over to pick it up and was nearly overcome by a wave of nausea from his earlier encounter with Julian. You're going to have to do better than this. He tossed the lobster aside, sending it skittering across the floor. Then Mack found himself skittering after it. He slammed into the collapsed bleacher seats, taking most of the impact on his left shoulder. The heavy flashlight, his only weapon, flew out of his hand. Mack crumpled to the floor, his entire body reeling from the bone shattering pain. First Julian, and now Ethan. Damn it. Enough was enough. He rolled to his hands and knees, his head hanging, still trying to find a clear point in his brain. The bleachers creaked and moaned. Mack turned and saw that the unit was breathing—slowly—in and out, in and out.Damn! He dropped and rolled to the right as the bleachers pleated outward like an accordion. The lowest riser caught Mack on the side, giving him an extra push. He came down hard on his left shoulder, then gasped from the jolt of pain. Elvis asked if he could be ‘your little teddy bear.’ I told you to leave us alone. Ethan's voice sounded like a 45 record player on 33, slow and sticky. Fancy house, fancy car, fancy name—doesn't make you better. No, it doesn't, Mack yelled, then gasped for a clean breath. But you're confused. It's a different time. Running out of time. Ethan grabbed Joyce by the hand and led her up the stairs to the stage. She went willingly, not wanting—or not able to resist. Mack pushed himself to his feet. He wavered, his head still swimming, his shoulder throbbing. That was when he realized the fatal error in his plan. All he had thought about was saving Joyce. He had never thought about saving himself. Ethan had powers he hadn't imagined. Mack knew of no obvious way to stop him. Where's a ghostbuster when you need one? Ghost? The word sounded even more eerie coming from Ethan's unsynchronized lips. Yeah, ghost. That's what you are. A ghost.
Gently he brushed the strands of hair from her face. You are so beautiful. He touched his lips to her cheek, then kissed his way down to her chin, her throat, to the patch of skin at the neckline of her shirt. As his lips worked, his hands were busy, too, slipping under her shirt, teasing the nubs beneath the fabric. Joyce's hand slipped from the couch, found his jean-covered thigh, and then moved across to the bulge of his erection that was too large for her palm to cover. Mack, I... Ssssh. Just close your eyes, and let’s enjoy. She did. She shut them tight and concentrated on the feel of his strong fingers playing her body like a piano, soft but sure. No question. No hesitation. She started to drift in the waves of sensation, caught up in the tingles and the skipped beats of her heart. Her body quivered. Don't lose that, he whispered in her ear, and then he moved away. Not far. She could still hear him. Heard the sound of movement—of clothes being shed. She was tempted to look but didn't want to break the spell. Then his weight was on top of her, crushing but not uncomfortable—a welcoming weight. She circled her arms around his back and found nothing but bare skin. His hands slipped beneath her hips, lifted, and he settled himself between her legs. She almost opened her eyes then, almost. She tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a breathy puff of air. Air. Warm, wet. It made her squirm, but the squirm turned into a jolt when the tip of his tongue touched the folds of her sex. Oh, God. No one had ever done that to her before. Or had they? It felt so familiar, and yet, so new at the same time. She wanted to speak his name, but it was all confused inside her head. Mack. Ethan. Mack. Please. Now. He chuckled deep in his throat. Patience. Impossible. She rocked her hips, intent on forcing the contact, wanting, but he simply backed away. My rules, he whispered. Your joy. He came back—straight to the hard nub of her clitoris between the folds, his mouth tormenting her. Joyce cried out, her hand grabbing and finding the thick locks of his hair, pressing his mouth into her. He continued to tease with tongue and hands until she writhed like the most wanton creature on the planet. This is wrong. Not supposed to feel this way. Not supposed to allow a boy... You're so wet. He laughed when he said it, fully enjoying what he was doing to her and what was he doing... Joyce squeezed her vaginal muscles tight, forced herself to hold still so as not to lose this perfect touch. Then his lips caressed her inner thigh, his fingers slipping up inside of her. She gasped and wiggled into his hand in spite of her determination to hold still. So tight. So wet, and still so tight. |
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