Sizzling spotlight on the sexy and heart-wrenching erotic paranormal romance, Blurred Lines--love transcends death and letting go isn't as easy as it sounds.
"It stopped snowing!" Alex couldn't believe it when he saw stars filling the sky. "Look, Sierra!"
She stepped outside with sock covered feet and looked up with a laugh. "You really hate snow, don't you?"
"Without a doubt." He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and stared up at one of the most vivid starry skies he'd ever seen. "The view is beautiful, though. I can admit that."
She disappeared inside for a minute before returning dressed in a coat, neon pink hat, and boots. She handed him his jacket. "Let's make a snowman. It'll be fun."
He blinked at her a minute before slipping his arms into the jacket and accepting the gloves that dangled from her hands. "Fun? It's dark and cold."
"So? We'll warm up later." She winked before traipsing into snow that went past her knees. Without warning, she spun around and tossed a snowball at him that landed squarely at his chest.
He picked up two handfuls of white powder and tossed them at her retreating back. "You're going to pay for that."
Moonlight illuminated a sea of white and towering pine trees capped with an umbrella of stars. Sierra trampled a path before squatting down to begin rolling the base of the snowman. Her long blonde hair fell from beneath the cap and reflected the bits of snow that had gotten caught in the tresses.
He laughed, more than a little surprised by how relaxed he felt after a creative day full of sex, productivity, and a long nap. He joined her and, after a few more snowballs in the face, they stood back to admire their haphazard version of a snowman.
"He's crooked, leaning a bit far to the right," he observed.
"Let's name him Charlie." She winked at using the name of their boss. "That description sums him up perfectly, don't you think?"
Arms outstretched, she fell straight back into virgin snow and laughed at the sky. She started making a snow angel.
"Oh, what the hell?" He did the same and moved his arms and legs in unison until they both had created snow angels side by side. "I can't remember the last time I acted like a kid."
"I used to be accused of always acting like a kid, never growing up." She stared at the sky, arms still outstretched in her angel wings. "Karaoke, surfing, paddle boarding, skate boarding...I need to do that again. I miss playing."
He laughed at the idea before realizing that he, too, missed playing. "I've never surfed, but I've always wanted to try."
"I'll teach you."
He looked at her profile staring toward the sky. "Are we really giving our notice when we get back to Los Angeles?"
"I am, but you need to do what's best for you. I need a clean break, a fresh start. I didn't realize it until this weekend, but I need a whole lotta new in my life." She looked at him then. "We can still write together, follow through with all of our plans, even if you choose to stay on with the show. Nothing with us changes, I promise."
"Nothing?" He wanted this to be more than a temporary affair. He wanted to call her his girlfriend, make plans for more playtime, extend their partnership beyond the work zone.
Disbelief over his own thoughts crashed his high. Sex—mind-blowing sex—was one thing, but girlfriend? He hadn't had a 'girlfriend' since college, which was quite a while ago at this point.
She smiled and plopped a fistful of snow in his face before leaping to her feet.
"Damn it." Cold seeped down the front of his collar as he wiped his face free. Stumbling to his feet, he watched her running toward the cabin, her laughter carrying to him through the quiet night.
His heart twisted inside his chest at the realization that, yes, he wanted it all with this woman who was the most complicated female he'd ever known.
He ran after her, snatched her from behind, lifted her off of her feet, and dumped her face first into the snow bank. Laughing at her muttered curses, he glanced back toward the cabin and froze at the sight of the man looking back at him.
Shane stood there, clear as if he were still living.
A shiver ran through him that had nothing to do with the environment. Okay, so maybe he had said all the right things about believing in ghosts, but he had never seen one in his lifetime.
"Now that was harsh," Sierra said as she stood up, clumps of snow stuck to her pink hat and eyelashes. "Remind me not to...what is it? You look like you've seen a..." She spun around and followed his gaze.
The image had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Rattled, he tore off his wet gloves and stuffed them in his pocket. Playtime had come to an abrupt halt.
"What's the matter?" she asked again when he silently stomped toward the house.
This needed to end. Maybe he didn't know much about the 'spirit world', but he knew that haunting someone had to be wrong. Heartbeat pummeled his chest cavity and echoed in his ears like a million drums. He tossed open the door and looked around the empty space.
"You saw him, too, didn't you?"
Alex looked at her over his shoulder and saw that sadness had crept into her eyes. "I hate that he makes you sad. If he loved you so much, wouldn't he want you to live your life and be happy? Why is he holding on?"
Wrong thing to say.
From sad to angry in under a second, she peeled off her coat and tossed them aside. "Never doubt what Shane and I meant to each other. Do you even know what love feels like? Have you ever been in love?"
Ignoring her questions, he took off his jacket and walked into the kitchen to make a late dinner. They'd been too consumed with writing and sex to worry about time or food.
"You don't, do you?" She followed him.
"Does it matter? He's dead. You can't carry on a relationship with a dead man." He stared unseeing into the refrigerator, suddenly wishing his car wasn't buried under a foot of snow so he could retreat.
He hated that she had loved someone so much that their relationship lasted beyond death. How could he ever compete with that? He'd closed his heart off years ago, seen too much evil, and didn't know if he believed in happily ever after let alone whatever this was between her and Shane.
He scrubbed his forehead with his fist and seriously questioned his thought process. Ghosts? Was he actually having this conversation?
"I loved him, yes, more than anything. He loved me, too, that's not the question. I hate being haunted and questioning everything. I see him at night in my dreams. It's always a toss up whether I want to go to sleep to see him or if I want to stay awake so I don't. I like knowing what to do. I hate feeling like this."
He refused to look at her. Anger at this ghost felt irrational yet intensely real.
She touched his shoulder, leaned close, and whispered, "I want him to go. Does that make me a bad person? I love him...will always love him...but I hate thinking he's not a peace. I don't know what to do."
He looked down at her, his heart swelling beyond anything he'd ever experienced. He could barely breathe with the force of emotion bearing down on him. "I've known some bad people, Sierra, and you're not one of them. Not even close."
She stood on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her face against his neck. "And you saw him, too?"
"I did." He hugged her back, a protective urge surging through him.
"You have no idea how relieved I am that someone else has seen him." Her breath was hot against his skin. "I've been worried that I was the only one."
He kicked the door of the refrigerator shut and kissed the top of her head. More than most, he understood what it felt like to feel alone, to believe it was you against the world. No wonder she went into the occasional tantrum and spent so much time on her own. He held her tighter against him.
"I've never been in love," he admitted against the top of her hair. "My last so-called relationship was back in college and only lasted about six months. I'm no expert."
She tilted her head back to look into his face. "Well, maybe you're no love expert, but you definitely deliver as a lover."
Her statement shocked him into laughter. One minute they were fighting, then fucking, then writing, then playing in the snow, and then talking ghosts. He couldn't keep up.
He kissed her, not out of lust or desperation, but because he wanted to feel connected. He kissed her because he liked doing it, wanted to do it every day as often as possible and whenever he damn well pleased. He kissed her here because he wanted the ghost to see.
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.