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by Dana Littlejohn
Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica/Fantasy
Description: Do cops always want to protect and serve? Gerald Dixon is a wounded cop shot in the line of duty. He was tired, hurt and confused. He'd been a cop most of his life and was now being asked to retire early and was sent Louisiana to heal and think it over. Margarita Malveaux was a ghost killed by voo-doo. The spell that killed her had a loophole that could save her: a stranger, who didn't believe in voo-doo, had to willingly go through 3 challenges. Would Gerald be up for a physical challenge, a mental challenge or a challenge that would push his own belief system to the very edge? Could Margarita convince him to take on the challenges that would free her, giving her the peace she longed for and bring him the happiness he didn't know he needed?
eBook Publisher: Red Rose Publishing/MC/IR, 2008 2008-05-08
eBookwise Release Date: June 2008
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [59 KB]
Reading time: 34-48 min.
"Gerald ... Gerald, wake up."
The soft feminine voice calling his name pulled him slowly from his sleep. He turned on his back kicking the sheet off his naked body.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm up," he said sleepily.
"Open your eyes, Gerald."
His eyes fluttered at first, but then they opened slowly. As his eyes focused, they widened at the sight before him. He looked straight up from his reclined position to see a woman. She was indeed female because her voluptuous figure and shoulder length hair was plainly visible, but she was not like any other woman. Hovering along the ceiling like she was he knew even in his sleepy state that her body was not solid like his own, but more smoky.
"What the hell!"
"No, Gerald, don't get up. I don't want you to hurt yourself. I will come closer to you."
Slowly she descended from the ceiling. The closer she came to him the clearer her smoky yet translucent features became. When she stopped to hover over him, he looked into her face to find her lovely. Her cat-like eyes were as smoky as the rest of her and held no distinct color. Along with the high cheekbones and full sensual lips that still held their form, her beauty was evident albeit strange to behold.
"Okay, what the hell is going on?"
"I have come to ask for your help, Gerald."
"How do you know my name?"
"I have been with you all evening, ever since you left my house."
"Left your house? What are you talking 'bout? Who are you?"
"My name is Margarita Malveaux. I'm a ghost. I have come to you to ask for your help so that I may be set free."
"This is a joke, right?" he laughed looking into her unchanged features. "What, you're saying you're a real ghost?" He watched her nod. "Well if that's the case then we have a problem because I don't believe in ghosts."
"Never the less I am here and I am a ghost."
"Let's say for argument's sake that you are, what do you want?"
"I want your help."
"My help ... to do what?"
"To be free. I can offer you something in return for your help. I know what men want."
"Oh yeah? What's that?" he asked in a disbelieving tone.
"I can make you feel good, Gerald. Though I cannot feel pleasure for myself, I am capable of giving pleasure," she said, lowering herself further.
His surprise was visible across his face. He could actually feel her breasts pressing against his chest! The whole situation was amazing especially since he didn't believe in ghosts. But nothing surprised him as much as the betrayal of his body as it allowed his erection to react so quickly to something he could barely see.
"Yeah, this has to be a dream, a good dream, realistic as hell because of my lack of sex in a long time, but, the only logical answer is that I'm dreaming."
"What can I do to convince you that this is real? In order to help me you will have to overcome your disbelief."
"Then I'm not your guy because I don't believe in ghosts," he said firmly.
"I'm willing to pay for your help, Gerald. Let me try to change your mind."
Unable to hold that position for long he relaxed back into the pillow and closed his eyes. "Whatever."
Suddenly he felt the unmistakable pressure of lips pressing against his. Her kiss felt as real as any other kiss he ever had. He could see her in his mind's eye kissing his neck as he felt the pressure of her lips against it.
She moved her kisses down to his chest then tried to position herself between his legs, but she encountered resistance. "Don't fight me, Gerald. If you don't believe in ghosts then you have nothing to fear, but give me the chance to show you how real I am."