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Joshua Neville is more than a ghost, he's a man trapped in time and space. Solange Monroe is more than a security specialist, she's the woman who can help him break a 127 year curse. However, he's a wanted man in 1879 and going back could mean a hangman's noose, but staying means an eternity of being alone. An instant attraction draws teh couple together, and his unique ability to "phase" through time adds an unusual twist to their lovemaking. However, it's the unusual twisting of her heart that has her worried.

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She didn't know if the loneliness reflected in his eyes stirred her, or the way he casually kept touching her, but she stopped resisting and gave in to what she had wanted since she first saw him sitting at the piano. She turned and straddled his lap. "You aren't alone tonight."

"And you are a brazen wench."

The bold move garnered the result she hoped as she felt him harden against her crotch. She ran a finger down his shirt. "Can you phase shift out of your clothes?" she teased.

His whole body vibrated beneath her and his eyes glittered with energy. One blink and his clothes disappeared.

"Wow! Can you make my clothes disappear, too?"

"I have a better idea." He placed his hands under the hem of her tank top and slid them up her stomach to cup her breasts. The shirt caught on his wrists as he went, pulling the fabric up and exposing her to his gaze. Desire flooded through her and moisture drenched her boxers when he tweaked the taut nipples.

She forgot about her job, his hex, everything, with each seductive stroke of his fingers against her bare flesh. His fingers continued to move upward, over her shoulders to caress the sensitive pulse point at the base of her throat before pulling the tank top over her head.

Seeking release, she rubbed her clit against his hard shaft, and a small moan of satisfaction escape her throat.

His tongue traced across her lips. "You have the most alluring mouth, especially when your lips are wet and ready and reminding me of other moist, delectable parts of your body."

She nearly came from the words alone.

"Do you know the most erotic place a woman can place her lips on a man's body?" Staying silent, she glanced at his crotch.

His hand entered the small fly type opening of her boxer shorts, his fingers tangling in the hair covering her mound, and the fabric of her boxers tightened over her swollen labia. "The hollow of his throat where he can experience each shivering breath of contentment, each small whisper of pleasure, and feel her hard nipples pressed against his chest and her legs wrapped around his thighs."

He fisted the edges of the opening, and the thin material ripped from the waistband to the crotch, giving him access. Her body shivered when his fingers brushed over her clit and plunged into her slick folds. The intensity of the light contact engulfed her and drove her past the edge of desire into primal need. She lifted off his lap and impaled herself on his fingers, urging them deeper into her pussy while she kept a strong grip his cock.

He removed his fingers and rubbed her clit. "Chér, put your lips on me."

Even through her sensual haze, she caught the double entendre. She guided the head of his penis to her opening, and raw sexual energy exploded through her. Wrapping her arms around him, she placed her lips on his neck and slowly slid down his shaft until she completely sheathed him.

His cock throbbed inside her, and she ground her hips in a circular motion, increasing the pressure. His pulse beat fast and strong under her lips, and the salty taste of him made her hungry for more.

She rocked her hips to the demanding rhythm of her desire, aroused by the way he clutched her ass.

His Creole accented whispers washed over her, carressed her. "You feel so good, so wet."

Her nipples tightened to the point of pained pleasure, and she quickened her pace, riding him hard. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, the friction flooding her entire body with heat until her pussy tightened around his throbbign cock, taking them both to climax.

Exhausted, she collapsed on top of him. The faint sound of chimes drifted from the grandfather clock in the foyer. Halp past two. "Bed," she murmured.

“Spellbound” is perfectly titled because that is what I was from the first page.... This book was hot, the characters believable and the ending more than I could have expected.... and I will be adding it to my top recommended reads.... – Sensual Reads & Reviews www.sensualreads.net

Cute, quick and entertaining.... Rated Multiple O’s by Romance Reviews Today-Erotic www.rrterotic.com