A few months ago, myself and a friend, fellow Amber Quill author KC Kendricks, decided to collaborate on a ghost story and THE GHOST WORE DENIM was released last weekend. Here’s an excerpt:
THE GHOST WORE DENIM
KC Kendricks and Christiane France
Michael Brooks figured the Taylor Mansion, a two-story Colonial, was perfect for a B&B. The only problem was the resident ghost. While Deputy Colin Jefferson has heard the stories, he doesn’t believe in ghosts. That is until the denim-wearing apparition pays a visit and Michael asks for Colin’s help.
I hustled down the stairs and flung the front door open to find Colin on the step, presumably about to knock
He grinned. “Going somewhere?”
Jesus, he looked so smoking hot my knees went weak with lust. “Um…Yes. No. What are you doing here? I was just about to get my phone and call you.”
His left eyebrow drifted up as a smile teased the corner of his mouth.
God, his mouth. I wanted to kiss his mouth and nibble his lips until he moaned.
“I thought I’d stop in and see how the move was coming along.”
“It’s done. My helpers are gone, and I’m all in.” I licked my lips. “I even have the bed made.”
“That so?” He regarded me through sexy, half-closed eyes as he reached out and rubbed the pad of his thumb along my lower lip. “It just so happens I’m on a lunch break. Think we should test it out? I wouldn’t want it collapsing on you unexpectedly. You could get injured…”
My heart stuttered then began to beat faster. “Maybe even badly?”
“It’s very possible. And we wouldn’t want that to happen now would we?”
I looked at his bulging zipper. “No, we wouldn’t.” My tired feeling vanished and I chuckled. “If you can spare the time, then that would be most appreciated, kind sir.”
“My pleasure.” Colin backed me inside the house and used his foot to close the door. “Consider it a housewarming gift.”
“Oh, no. I want a real present. You need to bring a good bottle of wine so we can sit out back on the patio and watch the sunset.” I hopped up a few stairs as he carefully stalked me. The corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the front of my pants. There was no way to hide a hard-on wearing these jeans.
“You want a lot, don’t you?”
I went up a few more stairs, my gaze locked with his. “Is this the pot calling the kettle black?”
I reached the second floor and made a dash for the bedroom. He followed hot on my heels. I stepped aside and closed the door behind him. “For a busy deputy, how much time is allotted for a lunch break?”
He unbuckled his gun belt and carefully laid his weapon aside. “About enough for a really good hand job.”
“Perfect!” I kicked off my sneakers and unzipped my jeans at the same time. He grabbed the bedspread and flipped it down. I knelt on the sheet then fell over to the pillows. Colin joined me there. I cupped the back of his head and kissed him.
Colin met me in the kiss even as his fingers wrapped around my cock. I flattened my palm against his belly and slid my hand down to his erection and stroked, matching the movements of his hand.
I knew this motion well. What man doesn’t? But it was sweeter when done by a strange hand. He whispered to me to go faster.
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