Haunted by Danni Price

Haunted by Danni Price

Haunted

by Danni Price

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 06689-02152

Quinn loved life. Too bad he’s dead. All in all, dying didn’t get him down. His death had been the thing of bucket lists. In the middle of screwing a knockout blonde, he’d gone out on top. Literally.

Virginia hates her job as a medium. When Jake, the hot, but geeky guy next door, enlists her help to uncover the truth about a supposed supernatural sex therapist haunting the local hotel, Virginia thinks the stories are nonsense. Egged on by her best friend, Virginia agrees to spend a weekend in the room and learns, not only is it all true, but the ghost is a total hunk who believes only she can help him move on.

Can Virginia help Quinn with his not so little problem and deal with her growing attraction to Jake?

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Chapter One

Being dead sucked. Being dead in a cheap hotel room with a perpetual hard-on sucked even more.
Quinn hovered an inch or two above the flimsy particleboard dresser in the sleazy hotel where he’d died. On most days, the afterlife was pretty dull. Times like this were the only time he felt alive, or at least close to it.
The middle-aged couple who’d taken the room for the night had returned about a half hour ago. Death didn’t inspire him to watch the clock so he couldn’t be sure. The pair, who must be tourists judging by the random knickknacks they’d brought back with them, fooled around on the bed as he watched.
The portly male half of the duo knelt between the tall brunette’s legs. The man ate pussy like he was afraid it would bite him if he got too close. His tongue snaked out in a quick motion that resulted in almost no real contact.
Yeah, he’d heard women say even bad head was better than no head, but this one might disagree. As far as Quinn could tell, she was counting ceiling tiles and making no real effort to hide the fact.
Quinn hopped off the dresser. The tightly woven muscles of his abs clenched in anticipation. Down on his knees beside the man, Quinn whispered, “Stick your face in and lick her clit. It has thousands of nerve endings. Even you can’t screw it up.”
The living never acknowledged him, but they usually obeyed anyway. Not this guy. Quinn glanced at the wife’s shaved pussy and decided to give her what she needed. He loved women, loved everything about them, but he especially loved making them come so hard they couldn’t think straight for hours afterward.
He squared his broad shoulders and leaned forward until his mouth was in line with the man’s. Possessing a person was exhausting, but a mouth wasn’t that large a body part. Quinn lapped at her clit with the flat of the man’s tongue until she wrapped her toned thighs around his neck.
When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she screamed loud enough for the entire motel to hear. Then the moaning started. It wasn’t a shy, trying to hide her excitement, kind of sound, but rather a full-throated cry. His cock twitched in response, but his strength ebbed. And like the first time he made a woman orgasm in this tacky room, everything faded to black.

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