Included in this omnibus are all 9 novelettes:
Wake-Up Call (#1)
Carnival Games (#2)
Nursing Wounds (#3)
Nun Too Gently (#4)
Tied in Knots (#5)
The Road to Hell (#6)
High Spirits (#7)
Club Dead (#8)
The Ghost of a Chance (#9)
...plus a bonus short story about the ghost hunters!
This novel is intended for mature audiences.
BONUS STORY: The Spirit of the Forest
Molly and R.J. visit a national park and meet an absentminded “daughter of the forest.”
Xylia sang for us as the moon rose, a form of entertainment that I was so eager to stop that I nearly kissed her just so her mouth would be occupied with something else. I think R.J. had the same idea, because as one song finally petered to a close, she slipped a finger under one of Xylia’s ghostly hemp bracelets and said in a low tone, “You have a beautiful voice.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Do you want to hear anoth—?”
“How about we dance for the moon goddess now?” I said, jumping out of my seat. I didn’t think I could stand to hear another verse.
I stripped out of my T-shirt as fast as I could, tossing it aside. My pants quickly followed it, as did my socks and shoes, until I stood shivering in the blue light of the ghost lamp. R.J. raised her eyebrows at me, smirking, and I flushed. I’d never been so eager to get naked before, and I knew she knew it.
“What do you think, goddess?” asked R.J., her tone smooth as honey as she brushed her fingers over Xylia’s hand. “Shall we dance for you?”
Dancing wasn’t my strongest suit. I was more of a bob in place kind of girl. I learned how to grapevine in middle school and I’ve hung on to that skill like a lifeline.
Valentine pulled me about halfway into the crowd, to a place where we could dance without too much extra contact. Drink in one hand, she put the other on my waist, and pulled me into her, her hips moving sinuously against mine. I tried to match her rhythm but couldn’t. I sloshed half of my drink over my hand before I managed to pull away. Valentine shook her head and leaned in close to me.
“Close your eyes,” she yelled. “And pretend you’re having sex!”
I looked at her dubiously, but she gave me such an insistent look that I sighed and did as she said.
I closed my eyes and let my head loll back, feeling the heat of the room press itself in on my body. I felt the brush of Valentine’s hands on my hips as she moved to stand behind me, pressing the length of her body into my back. Her hands pressed my hips, gently but insistently, and slowly I picked up the rhythm, my hips and waist making languorous figure eights in time with her own. It did feel like sex—matching her rhythm like that, her warmth pressed against me, moving in time.
This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.