Murdered, he died too young and can't let her go...
paranormal erotic romance
Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple authors share 8 paragraphs of their work that they consider "scintillating." When I think of that word, I don't think "hot", rather I think "compelling" or "intriguing." So today I'm trying something different.
Let's take a look a the emotionally charged paranormal erotic romance, Blurred Lines.
Excerpt (Sierra is in a dream that's not really a dream with her deceased fiance who can't accept his death)...
"Do you want me to leave you?" he asked when she remained silent.
"No." She squeezed his hand and faced him. Conflicting emotions clashed in her heart. She knew she walked within a dream, yet also understood this was more than imagination. Desperation to connect and to have answers drummed through her veins, but she resisted asking too much because she was afraid she'd wake up and lose him all over again. "I don't know what to do. Everything's so messed up. People think I've lost my mind and I'm beginning to think they're right."
He pushed the hair from her eyes and kept his face pressed against her head. "You're perfectly sane. I'm being selfish, aren't I? Staying here with you is wrong."
He silenced her with a kiss that she felt all the way to her toes. "Shh...that's your vivid imagination running away with itself. I'm not in witness protection, babe."
Even in the dream she could taste the saltiness of her tears mingling between their joined lips. "I wish you were. I wish US Marshals would appear at my door and whisk me off to some secret location where you'd tell me this has all been a horrible mistake. I'd go anywhere with you, give it all up, start over, anything just to be with you again."
"Me, too, babe, me, too." With both hands on the side of her face, he kissed her again and she realized that the tears she tasted were also his.
So many if-onlys and should-haves and daydreams and lost hopes rattled between them, all unsaid because here in the dreams words were of little use.
They fell to the sand, alone on the Santa Monica beach with the pier silent at their backs and the moon high in the sky. He propped himself over her, his blond hair falling over his tear-filled eyes. Need pulsated between them, a desire to change the inevitable. He glanced over his shoulder as if hearing his name being called. She looked in the direction and saw a shadow figure walking toward them. No one had ever shared this dream with them before now. She tightened her hold on him, knowing she'd need to wake up and lose him all over again, knowing something unseen pulled at him to leave forever, and knowing she'd rather stay in a dream with him than exist in reality alone.
From the back cover....
Only the good die young. When Shane Weston is murdered before prosecuting a key member of the Mexican drug cartel, he can't accept the idea that all of the plans he had had for his life will never come true. More than that, he can't let go of the love he has for his fiancée.
Love never dies. Sierra Daniels is crushed after Shane's death. Head writer on a successful television series, she can't get back into the groove of life. All enthusiasm for work is gone. Ready to quit everything, she travels to her cabin in Lake Tahoe in hopes of escaping everyone's expectations and disappearing for a while.
The lines between right and wrong often blur. Alexander Blaine has risked his future on a career change from DEA agent to lead consultant and writer on hit television series. Sierra's grief has shadowed everyone around her, including him, and jeopardizes both of their careers. Unwilling to accept defeat, he follows her to Lake Tahoe determined to break through the barrier enveloping her and make her see that life is still worth living.
Letting go is like a death. Sierra never thought she would be caught in a love triangle between her writing partner, Alex, and the love of her life, Shane—especially because her ex-fiancé is now a ghost. Tormented with both guilt for moving on with someone else and a desire to be free of the past, she's into the gray area of right, wrong, life, death, ghosts, dreams—the part of life where all the lines are blurred.