Currently working on the third book in the ROMANTIC HAUNTINGS series for Magnolia Blossom Publishing, IT’S WITCH O’CLOCK SOMEWHERE. It’s a Paranormal, second chance at love, coming home again romanc.
This one involves Genny Gordon and Declan Wolffe. Dec was her first love, left town at 18, broke her heart, and has now returned.
When Genny gets angry, her powers tend to go a little haywire, causing anything electrical in the vicinity to jumpstart. Here’s a quick scene I’m working on that details those incidents…
Enjoy…
Folding her arms across her chest she leaned back against the counter and glared at him. “I was simply trying to do us both a favor. It’s, as you’ve said, obvious we still have…a thing between us, a deep physical attraction that keeps popping up whenever we’re together. Even Kathy said she could practically smell our pheromones secreting when we’re in the same room.”
He nodded and pulled the bottle back into his hands. He took a drink, his gaze never leaving hers.
“I figured we’d meet it head-on.”
“And just have secret sex.”
“Well, yeah. We’re certainly not going to have it in public.”
“Why do you want to keep it a secret? Ashamed to be seen with me after all these years.” He knew it was a dig, but in some small part of him he was concerned she might be. Genny had worked hard for her upstanding reputation in the community, while his past seemed to still be a hot topic, evidenced by the Barstone Bee byline.
The garbage disposal turned on, the loud whir startling him. From pithy to pissed to furious. Seems she didn’t have as tight a hold on that anger as she thought.
“That’s a disgusting thing to say,” she said, “and you know damn well it’s not true.”
“Is it? Why all the secrecy then? No public outings, no going to the movies or out to dinner. Just straight sex.”
Her eyes narrowed and when she lifted her chin and sliced him with a mere eyebrow lift, he got as hard as concrete before his pulse could trip once.
“You used to like sex, Dec. A lot, if memory serves.”
He swallowed. “Still do,” he said, proud he could modulate his voice to hide what was going on within him.
“Well, good. So do I. We’re not clumsy teenagers anymore, either. We both bring a couple decades of experience along with us.”
“Had a lot of it in this arena, have ya? With anyone I might know?”
As she glared at him the microwave beeped and the door flew open.
Since he hadn’t put anything in it to heat, he knew her magical dander was up.
Again, good. The more she got angry about this stupid scheme, the better.
Peggy Jaeger, Author 