Here's a peek inside Sinful Ghosts at the Stanley Hotel:
The world's sexiest paranormal investigative team, Uncharted Territory, travels to Estes Park, Colorado, to the famous Stanley Hotel. There they find horny ghosts who don't respect human boundaries and a centuries old mystery of who-done-it.
Josh is stalked by a ghost named Annabelle who mistakes him for her long lost lover, Jonathan, but no one believes his tall tale. At the Stanley to broadcast a Halloween special live with several other famous paranormal groups, he struggles to maintain his composure while Annabelle's ghostly infatuation intensifies.
Bethany is troubled by Josh's checked-out attitude and does not realize the danger she is in from the hotel's ghosts. During the live broadcast, she is taken hostage by the demonic spirits. Will Josh be able to break their spell in time to save her soul?
**This is book two of the erotic paranormal suspense series, Uncharted Territory. It contains sexually explicit and adult themes**
She hesitated before opening the door to her room. She'd been updated about the night's activities in her absence. Ever since seeing the infamous Annabelle for herself, she'd had a protective urge to be near Josh all night despite her date with the charming and always amusing Zack.
She had thought of nothing else but Josh, had had a feeling that danger hung around him like an ominous cloud.
Stepping into her room, she stopped short at the sight of him sprawled onto the bed closest to the door wearing one of the hotel's robes and pressing a white washcloth to his forehead and over his eyes. His long legs were exposed from where the robe lapsed and the purple lash on his thigh made her wince in sympathy.
"Don told me you got beat up," she said before dropping her purse on the bed next to his and sitting on the edge. "You okay?"
"I really wish people would stop asking me that," he said without removing the washcloth from his face. "I've been molested and attacked after a long day of traveling and schmoozing. Does that answer your question?"
She grinned. "I saw Annabelle. She is a nasty looking ghost. I can't believe you had sex with that."
"I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. She's the kind of woman who takes what she wants." He pulled the washcloth away and looked her in the eye. "How was your date?"
"It wasn't a date...more like two colleagues having dinner."
"Yeah, right. I see the way you two flirt." His gaze roamed down the cleavage of her blouse. "So you saw her? You believe me now?"
She caught her lower lip between her teeth at the sight of the long narrow gash in his forehead. "I'll make sure she knows to keep her ghostly paws off of you in the future."
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the pillows. "I'm sure she won't care what you think. She's a tad aggressive."
Jimmy Fallon joked in the background on the large television screen hanging on the wall. She glanced at it before kicking off her shoes.
When Josh moaned and tried to push himself up, she stood to help him. "How badly are you hurt?"
"Brick to the thigh, board to the back, not sure what sliced open my head." He grinned, his blue eyes full of self-deprecating humor. "Not to mention being tossed through a door and landing pretty hard. This day has kicked my ass."
She sighed and combed her fingers through his hair. "Yeah, well, it's a new day tomorrow. You'll get your chance for payback."
"You smell like rum and smoke. Why is that?" His hands dropped to her hips.
"There was a fire pit at the restaurant." She trailed her fingertips over his cheekbones. "I'm sorry you got hurt. From now on, we need to do everything as a team with a plan. You and Don can't—"
"Shut up and kiss me." He smiled. "I know you want to, you're being all nice and sweet."
"Am I now? Am I only nice to you when I want to kiss you?"
"I thought you were exhausted and beaten up beyond repair." She stepped away from his touch and moved behind him. She pulled down the back of the robe to examine the welt darkening his skin. "Flying boards and bricks, huh? That takes a lot of energy."
"I don't know if it was Annabelle or this Jonathan she keeps mistaking me for." He bent his head when she began working out the knots of his shoulders.
"We need to keep this hush-hush from the other teams." She wanted to kiss his neck, pretend to be a couple for a night, but resisted the urge.
"Where did you see her?"
"On the veranda. She was nasty, decaying and menacing." She closed her eyes at the memory and moved her hands over his pectoral muscles. The thought of him being taken advantage of by that creature horrified her at the core level. No matter what she vocalized to the world or how she pretended to be around him, she thought of Josh as hers. Selfish, she knew, but that's how their relationship had evolved over the years and, one of these days, she would need to confess.
She pressed her head against his shoulder and hugged him from behind. "I'm sorry you were hurt."
"I'm okay." His hands covered hers. "You know me. I'm the ultimate survivor."
She smiled against his skin. "The weirdest things happen to you."
"Don't they, though? I told Don that very same thing." He twisted his head to look at her and his smile dissolved her hesitation.
"I know it's been a long day, but..." She moved to straddle his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm feeling rather territorial over you. I don't like the idea of that ghost thinking she can have her way with you."
"No?" He arched an eyebrow and slid his hands up her back. "I'm really beat up tonight, getting old, I guess, but I'm yours for the taking."
She liked that idea more than she should. Smiling, she pushed against him until he fell back against the bed.
"No, I've been put into the passive role too many times today." He shook his head and rolled her over until his body settled between her jean-clad thighs.
"Aren't you in pain?"
"A man's gotta retain some dignity. I can handle a little pain." He stood and tossed aside his robe.
Naked, Josh Ryder could easily grace a Playgirl spread. Damn, she'd never get tired of seeing him hard and ready, cock twitching in the air over narrow hips and abs that any male model would envy.
"Take off your clothes, Bethany." His gaze roamed over her with a possessiveness that thrilled her.
She scooted to her knees, fingers on the buttons of her blouse as she slowly stripped for him. Every other time they'd had sex had been hurried and in some strange location—tent, beach, boat, tree. They'd never acted like civilized lovers in a bed with the lights on and room service within arms' reach.
Smiling, she tossed her blouse and bra aside. Feeling the affects of rum and desire, she laughed and jumped to her feet. With his gaze following her every move, she undid her jeans and wiggled her hips from side-to-side as she pushed them down her thighs. Thumbs looping in the sides of her thong, she watched him bite his lip before she shimmied free of the silk.
"Come here." He bent his finger to coax her closer to the edge of the bed.
He moved his hands over her ribs before sliding them across her abdomen and over her breasts as if reveling in the sight of her. "You are so beautiful, Bethany. I'm sorry I avoided you in Los Angeles. I was a little freaked out."
She let him touch her without moving to reciprocate. Captivated by the look in his eyes and the tenderness of his touch, she indulged in being adored. "I'm sorry you were hurt today."
His gaze snapped to hers while his hands squeezed her breasts. "We've crossed a line and I'm not going back."
She sank to her knees on the mattress and reached for his cock. "I don't want you to go anywhere except inside me."
"That I can do." He grabbed the back of her head and crushed his mouth over hers in a kiss meant to stake a claim.
Mouths slid over one another's with a slow intensity that quickened her pulse and liquefied her bones. She gravitated toward him, her arms snaking over his shoulders. Their tongues teased and explored. Her nipples hardened against his chest and her thighs trembled with desire.
His body pressed hers into the mattress, the tip of his cock poised to enter her, his mouth moving over her neck.
She reached between their bodies, grabbed his cock and urged him inside her. She didn't care about foreplay; she wanted their bodies fused together. Now.
As if reading her mind, he slipped free of her grasp. "Condom this time. We weren't exactly prepared on that island."
He stepped away, fumbled in his bag, and returned with a package in his hands.
She rubbed her legs together as she watched him slide the condom over his long shaft. Every inch of her ached with need. She licked her lips with anticipation.
His mouth claimed her breast and sucked. Teeth played mercilessly with the hard nipple. His hands moved down her arms until his fingers laced with hers.
His cock slid against her before thrusting inside with a force that made her moan. She arched her back, shoving her breast tighter against his mouth.
He squeezed her fingers and held her arms out to the side. Lifting his head, he met her gaze and rammed himself deeper inside her.
She linked her legs behind his thighs and grinned at the lust darkening his eyes. She met every one of his thrusts with one of her own.
Their bodies moved together in a slow, steady rhythm that drove them closer and closer to ecstasy.
She ached to touch him, but he held her hands firmly against the mattress.
An orgasm rolled through her from the deep center of her being like a series of earthquakes that shattered her bones. She moaned into his mouth, squeezed his fingers, used her legs to hold him tight, ground her hips against his.
"You wreck me," he gasped against her lips before his body shuddered over hers.
Finally, he released her hands so he could wrap his arms around her. He buried his face against her neck.
She hugged him as tightly as she could, enfolding him in an embrace of arms and legs. When she opened her eyes, a transparent shape of a woman hovered in the corner.
Bethany held Josh even closer and stared at the figure.
Mine, she thought with all of her energy. Mine.
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