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Wild West Hauntings

Double D Ranch Tales

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 52,470
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In life and the afterlife, on the Double D Ranch one belief holds true—the power of love changes lives.

With cowboys, ghosts, modern day women, hot dreams, pre-wedding relations and a bit of sexy time travel, life promises to be one wild time on the ranch again.

Rachel Star has met the man of her dreams … literally. Too bad he’s a ghost. When true love crosses boundaries from dreams to reality and across time, the Double D ranch is the place it happens. It takes the love of a man from the past, Dalton Dougan, to bring love full circle in the present for Rachel.

Bristol Ashcombe, soon to be Dougan, is ready to have her baby … and so is a poltergeist. Can the love of a woman for her man and child sustain her during the most horrible of terrors? Can the love between family and friends really dispel the evil haunting them?

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“Sorry, sugar, but I don’t recall any of that.”

How can he not? She wanted to pursue the line of questioning, but his hands roaming around the front of her torso caused all thoughts to flow away and passion filled the emptiness left in its wake.

Dalton fed his hands up under her t-shirt, palmed her breasts, his thumbs lightly circling her nipples, while he scattered kisses along the side of her neck and top of her shoulder. Her body warmed, heat curling in her veins. Dipping her head back, she tilted her face, anticipating the rest, and the best parts, of the dream to come.

He captured her mouth in a firm, demanding kiss that electrified her senses. Their tongues toyed and stroked along each other. She wanted to be as close to the man who called her wife as possible.

They rolled around in a playful wrestle, pulling off clothes, nipping, kissing, stroking, as each sought sexual dominance over the other, then settled together. He laid his body over hers, his hot skin igniting flames of desire within her. Plunging her hands into his hair, she kissed him for all she was worth, barely noticing his face was hidden in the shadows again. He slid a hand between her legs, thumbed her clit and fingered the tight rosette of her ass.

Rachel relaxed, allowing him to ease into both locations better. He worked her slit and ass, sliding his digits in and out, circling them against her muscles. In an erotic beat, he pumped and thrust his hand, rocked her hips. She whimpered into his mouth as an orgasm built and exploded through her body.

A murmur of approval hummed from him. He broke the kiss, peered down at her. “Why, sugar, you’re sure adventurous tonight.”

“Yeah, and how about we don’t talk?” Her voice lilted soft and low. She closed his lips with a finger, afraid chatting with him would ruin the pleasant, all-too-realistic dream.

He nodded. His lips feathered her finger, then opened and encompassed it. Sucking on it, he repositioned his body, hands grasping the sheets above her shoulders, and claimed her.

Rachel shuddered at the sensation of his cock sliding into her pussy, filling her heated core. She gloried in the feel of him and hugged him close. The fine hairs of his chest tickled her breasts. His hot breath fanned her throat. Trailing her tongue along the contours of his shoulder and neck, she tasted the salt of his efforts, breathed in his scents. His subtle fragrances, mixed with the musky robustness of his passion, surrounded them, inciting her lusty passion to climax.

Her body tensed beneath and around his steel length, doing to her pussy what his fingers had done moments before. She purred as the first delightful spasm vibrated through her. He increased the cadence of his thrusts, sliding in and out of her wet center with ease. The headboard tapped against the wall in rhythm with their movement. She tilted her head to glance at the vertical posts.

His cowboy hat, which normally hung on the outer one, was missing. She glossed over the fact that she wasn’t watching it bob back and forth as he immersed his cock in her harder, deeper. She squeezed her eyes shut, raked her nails down his back as sparks flashed on the insides of her eyelids.

“Oh God,” she cried out, her body shuddering with its release.

“Sugar, there’s no God.”

The horrid statement filled her mind and the atmosphere around snapped to a glacial temperature.


A sinister cackle followed her thought. “Thanks for the good time, sugar!” the ghost scoffed out Dalton’s term of endearment.

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