Friday, November 30, 2012

Wild West Hauntings ~ Double D Ranch Tales 2 by C.R. Moss and RM Sotera


In life and the afterlife, on the Double D Ranch one belief holds true—the power of love changes lives.

With cowboys, ghosts, modern day women, hot dreams, pre-wedding relations and a bit of sexy time travel, life promises to be one wild time on the ranch again.

Rachel Star has met the man of her dreams … literally. Too bad he’s a ghost. When true love crosses boundaries from dreams to reality and across time, the Double D ranch is the place it happens. It takes the love of a man from the past, Dalton Dougan, to bring love full circle in the present for Rachel.

Bristol Ashcombe, soon to be Dougan, is ready to have her baby … and so is a poltergeist. Can the love of a woman for her man and child sustain her during the most horrible of terrors? Can the love between family and friends really dispel the evil haunting them?

***Be Warned: sex toys***

*** An Erotic Paranormal Contemporary Western & An Editor’s Pick! ***


Leading up to the scene I want to share—in which life at the ranch starts to get a bit spooky—Rachel, a visitor to the ranch, just finished a spicy dream where she and her man had a picnic and a sexy frolic in a pond. He invites her to visit him in the stables later. That part of the scene ends with –– He nodded. “Yep. For your present and maybe even some more time together.” Dalton winked and kissed her forehead. “Come to me later.” ––

Then the story slips into one of the sections I enjoyed writing. Here’s some of it to give you a taste…

~ Excerpt ~

Come to me

Nearby in the stables, the horses whinnied. Some dogs yipped as if to tell them to quiet down. The night wrapped her in a cool embrace. Chilled air graced her arms below the edges of her sleeves. Her bare feet crunched on twigs. Dried leaves scattered from the wind over the dirt path. It felt like an unseen hand held hers, that a palpable sixth sense led her along the way. The draw of the cemetery drew her closer and closer toward it. A light mist, glowing silver in the moonlight, surrounded the area and her.

Yes, come, a deep voice rolled in her mind. Come and say hello. The hand tightened, soft cold touches caressed her cheeks.

She easily navigated over rocks and around trees. The world appeared surreal, like the setting in a gothic film, where the moon was so bright it drowned out the light of the stars. Trees stretched scraggly branches up toward the sky. An animal—coyote, the voice informed—howled in the distance. The dream-like scene was eerie but not frightening.

Doesn’t seem as lucid as my others. What could Dalton be up to with me now?

The unseen force compelling her to the family plot directed her to the center of the gravesite. She knelt before the dark gray headstone that was busted in half. The words on it were worn and chipped away, undecipherable. The letters on the other stones near it were just as bad. A light gray one a few feet away, no matter how she clawed and scraped at it to see the name, wouldn’t come clean. Something deep within her had her yearning to see the name, the dates, and the phrase written underneath the main information. How could she figure out who was buried in the graves if she couldn’t read the markers?

Doesn’t matter, the voice stated with a snicker.

Doesn’t matter? Yeah, right. Quit messing with me Dalton. She needed to know why she wanted to check out the place so bad. Why did she dream of it now? Her knees dug into the ground as, once more, she attempted to decipher the name on the tombstone. It would reveal a lot of information if she could just figure out…

A frigid touch on her shoulder startled her. She jumped to her feet and turned. “Dalton?”

He looked strange, pale, as if he suffered from being freezing cold. “What are you doing here?”

“I felt drawn to come here. I thought it was you pulling me. If not…” She glanced around. Shadows did a macabre dance over the gravesite. Her stomach roiled. “Then what are you doing here?”

“You don’t belong here.” He raised a shaky arm and pointed at her. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Why was he acting so weird? “Dalton? What’s going on? Are you all right?” She reached out and stepped toward him, but he backed away.

“You need to go.” His arm swung and aimed toward the way she came. “You don’t know what you’ve done.”

Wild West Hauntings is available in all popular reading formats at Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/wild-west-hauntings-by-c-r-moss-and-r-m-sotera/


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* Website:
http://www.crmoss.net/ 
* Blog:
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Bio: An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities when it comes to love. So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat.

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