Dom of the Dead

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 8,500
2 Ratings (4.5)

She couldn’t imagine living without him. After Carson Black’s longtime crush and best friend, Randall Stokes, dies in a motorcycle accident, she openly weeps at his funeral. In the ensuing days and weeks of inconsolable grief, she hears his voice, smells his scent, feels his desires. She must be going mad. He was afraid to demand what he needed. Dominant Randall Stokes loves Carson but never expressed it while alive, never daring to dream the sweet girl next door could be the submissive he needed to find satisfaction. But after his death, a much clearer perspective of her needs, wants, and desires emerges. A ghost of a chance… Is it too late to have what they’ve both longed for?

Dom of the Dead
2 Ratings (4.5)

Dom of the Dead

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 8,500
2 Ratings (4.5)
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“Don’t make me punish you, Carson.”

Her legs shook at the snapped command. She fought dueling emotions—one part of her trembling in desire, the other mad…because, now? When he was dead and gone?

“What are you going to do? You’re a ghost. I knew what you were when you were alive, Randall. Yet not once—never—did you ever make one sexual move toward me. Always the white knight. Always the friend. Why would that change now that you’re pushing up daisies?”

A blast of warm wind picked her up, almost slamming her into the wall. The spectral gust pinned her hands above her head as if held by invisible cuffs and spread her legs open to the humid air. She fought down a wave of unbridled lust.

“When I was alive, I worried my desires would scare you. I worried that what I wanted would disgust you, ruin our friendship.”

She panted, breasts rising and falling with each inhalation. A cool feeling, like ice being rubbed against her, zinged awareness and pleasure through her, but she bit her lip to stay silent, waiting for his next move.

“I know what you want. You want me to take the control away from you….”

Held on the wall by invisible handcuffs, she didn’t care whether her imagination provided this fantasy or if a ghost toyed with her body. Wet, throbbing need between her legs demanded she hang on his every word.

The voice came from the air next to her ear. “Now I have nothing to lose.”

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