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A Ghost of a Chance at Love
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  • Paperback
  • Sep.19.2011
  • 9780983419860

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  The past clashes with the present, and one woman finds herself fighting for her own identity in the past so that she can have a future with the man she loves--but with her ancestor's hold over her--Lisa Welsh and Jack Stanton only have a ghost of a chance at love.    Lisa Welsh only wishes to leave a messy divorce behind for a couple of days stay in Salado, Texas, but wakes to nightmares and a cowboy in her bed, and she has no earthly idea how he got there. But the situation gets worse when she wakes in the morning and learns she’s living in 19th Century Salado. Even more worrisome is the tall dark stranger and everyone else in town believes she’s some woman named Josephine Rogers. Only she’s supposed to be dead. Jack Stanton can’t believe the clerk gave him an occupied room at the Shady Villa Inn, but worse, he was ready to ravage the...
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The past clashes with the present, and one woman finds herself fighting for her own identity in the past so that she can have a future with the man she loves--but with her ancestor's hold over her--Lisa Welsh and Jack Stanton only have a ghost of a chance at love. 

 

Lisa Welsh only wishes to leave a messy divorce behind for a couple of days stay in Salado, Texas, but wakes to nightmares and a cowboy in her bed, and she has no earthly idea how he got there. But the situation gets worse when she wakes in the morning and learns she’s living in 19th Century Salado. Even more worrisome is the tall dark stranger and everyone else in town believes she’s some woman named Josephine Rogers. Only she’s supposed to be dead.

Jack Stanton can’t believe the clerk gave him an occupied room at the Shady Villa Inn, but worse, he was ready to ravage the woman in that bed—until he realized his mistake. Now the woman he thinks is Josephine, claims to be some other woman—and though he could never abide by Josephine’s fickle ways, this Lisa Welsh intrigues him like no other. Still, everybody in town believes her to be Josephine, and he steps in to help her find her way back home.

Murder, mystery, ties to family roots in the past, embezzlement and murder in the present, and a man she can’t get off her mind no matter what century it is, Lisa has no choice. She must solve the mysteries and face the troubles in her world and Jack’s or they will never be free to share the love that binds them across the ages. 

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Chapter One

In the flickering of the lantern’s golden flame, a shadowy
solitary figure stood across the room, observing the sleeping
occupant. The dim light projected through the amber glass cast
eerie shape-shifting characters up and down the burgundy rose papered
walls. In the gloomy darkness, the specter reached out
to Lisa Welsh, begging for solace, straining to be felt.

The fragrance of roses permeated the dimness, tea scented,
teasing the senses of the unwitting guest. Except for
the rustle of sugar-drained leaves dancing against the windows,
the room remained deadly quiet.

Suffocated by the heat of the coverlet, Lisa tossed the quilt
aside. Quickly chilled, she tugged it back over her shoulders.
The darkness threatened to swallow her whole and drag her
into the hellish pit of a nightmare again.

Groggy with sleep, she thought about Tom, the image of
him, smug, his eyes blue and cold. “I found someone else,”
he’d said, and it echoed in her mind like a damn broken record.
A girl barely out of high school. The bastard. At twenty-one,
Lisa was already over the hill? She blinked tears back. She
refused to give him any more space in her brain.

She attempted to think of something pleasant. And then
she had it.

A Trojan warrior’s fingers pushed the silky gown up her
leg—she, being his Trojan princess hostage. His muscular
thigh tensed when he pressed his nude body against hers. She
ran her hands over his sculpted back, mesmerized by the
smoothness of his skin against her fingertips.

In the flutter of an eyelid, the chills resumed, and the
darkness returned. A shudder shook Lisa’s body.

Murky figures moved closer. “She can’t last long.” A
man’s gruff voice made no attempt to quiet his comment in
Lisa’s presence.

“We can’t wait any longer. The sale—”

“I know, I know, the buyers are getting suspicious. In a
town this size, the word will soon get out.”

“What do you propose to—”

“You know what we have to do. She’ll never be missed.”

The heat, the chills, the muscles that ached with every
twitch of her body...

Lisa squirmed to free herself of the misery pervading her
soul. She twisted and rolled onto her back. She gasped for
breath—she couldn’t breathe.

In a mournful, strangled voice, she cried out.

The goose down-filled pillow covered her face, pressing
tightly against her mouth and nostrils. Her arms felt locked in a
vise. She attempted to pull them free from the blanket and
comforter

Were the bedcovers pinning her down? Or something
more sinister? Fingers? Gripping her arms, bruising the skin?
Her heart beating pell-mell, Lisa broke free from the
paralysis and threw the pillow burying her face onto the floor.
Cold, she was so cold. And drained of energy. She rolled over,
submerging herself under the covers, trying to push out the
chill.

Warmth radiated from the other side of the bed, and she
gravitated toward it.

Tom. Sighing, she snuggled against his hard, naked body,
his heated skin warming her to the core. She listened to the
steady thumping of his heart, the rhythmic drumbeat lulling her
back to sleep. Until he stirred. His fingers slipped through her
hair, tenderly combing the strands. His simple touch made her
crave for more. She nuzzled her mouth against his smooth
chest, her fingers tracing his pebbled nipple.

He groaned, leaned down, and kissed the top of her head.
Her heart lifting, she raised her face toward him, encouraging
more of his kisses. Pressing his mouth against hers, gently at
first, the sleeping giant awakened.

 

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Take wild west trip to the past and find love, romance, and trouble!

About Terry

USA Today Bestselling Author of A SEAL in Wolf's Clothing.

Award-winning author of paranormal romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and medieval romantic susense. PW's BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR. Retired LTC with the USAR and award-winning teddy bear artist whose works have...

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