Still spooky today! For a limited time, my Halloween menage Don’t Dare the Reaper is 99 cents at Amazon! It is part of my Dareville series, the only paranormal, and may be read standalone.
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En route to a sexy Halloween soiree, Cal and Sue Briscoe are involved in a car accident and die…or do they?
Stranded between layers of the veil, they cling to each other with the hope that whatever happens, they will stay together. As the Grim Reaper – a handsome fellow introducing himself as Gil – tries to discern their fate, the Briscoes take advantage of the moment out of time to celebrate what could be their last chance for love…or the beginning of a new life.
She knew that voice—though it sounded distant and full of static. Probably a faraway temptation to rejoin the waking world, but she wanted none of it. Just a few more minutes of sleep, she decided. She had no pressing appointments at her photography studio. The people of Dareville could wait for their portraiture.
“Sue, baby, come on.”
No. Behind her eyelids came into focus a clear image of ice, stretching for miles before her. Her skates laced and tied, she took to the endless rink with all the poise of an Olympic champion, twirling and gliding with ease. Figure eights, figure sixty-nines—no number proved too difficult to etch on the hardened surface. She contemplated starting pi as well, right after a double axel.
The landing she flubbed, and Sue landed face down on the ice. The dry cool of the surface numbed her skin and left a lasting impression as that insistent voice guided her back to consciousness.
“Sue!” Cal shook her now, and she finally opened her eyes to discover they weren’t in their bed at home, but lying on a dark floor.
The entire room was pitch black, in fact. Yet, there had to be some light source since she could clearly see her worried husband.
She looked down at herself, then at Cal. Neither wore a stitch of clothing, yet it seemed natural in this situation. She experienced neither a chill nor embarrassment.
“Thank God,” he said, and drew her close.
“Where are we?”
“Hell if I know, are you okay?”
“I-I think so.” Nothing hurt. She tried her legs and stood without any problems, as did Cal. She studied their surroundings, or rather lack thereof. “Nice place.”
“Could use a window or two, but sure,” Cal said.
Sue smiled, happy to know her husband’s sense of sarcasm hadn’t suffered whatever had befallen them.
What had happened, exactly? She closed her eyes to recap the events of the day, but recalled nothing unusual. They’d made love that morning, then an early run and breakfast. Grocery shopping at Jake’s and lunch with their friend Kate at the Dareville Inn. Tiny Jack O’ Lanterns lined the lattice work of the small hotel—there was to be a Halloween party for the kids there…
Halloween party. Brady and Ellie. They were on the way to the Garristons’ house when they were hit.
“We crashed,” she said out loud. “The car.”
“Yeah, but where is it?” Cal loosened his hold and stepped away. Each footfall echoed an odd sound, as though they stood in a large, empty soundstage.
“We couldn’t have been thrown, we’d be all bloody and cut,” he added. He looked about to say more, but his face paled. Sue realized he shared her very thoughts.
Perhaps, they hadn’t been ejected from the car because they were still in it—their corporeal selves, anyway.
“We’re dead, Cal?”