Fifty Shades of Fantasy: Ghosts of Desire (paranormal erotica, ghost story, ghost romance, ghosts, ghost, ghost erotica, ghost sex, Halloween, Halloween stories, sexy Halloween, Halloween erotica) by Michelle Fox

 
     

    Fifty Shades of Erotica : Ghosts of Desire
    (paranormal erotica, ghost story, ghost romance, ghosts, ghost, ghost erotica, ghost sex, Halloween, Halloween stories , sexy Halloween, Halloween erotica )
    Michelle Fox
    Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.
     
    Blurb
    Cassandra is about to be possessed by desire...
    While ghost hunting in a h aunted prison, Cassandra finds herself transported into the memories of Andrew Smith, a handsome man wrongfully accused of murdering his fiancé . His ghost lingers in a prison cell, aching for his lost love. Before long, she finds herself p laying the role of his lover, reliving a seductive and passionate affair more than a hundred years old.
    When she wakes... if she wakes, Cassandra will discover the past has reached far into her future with surprising consequences.
    Ghosts o f Desire is an erotic story o f 6,000 words. Contains explicit sex, for mature audiences only.
    Ghosts of Desire
    “Come on, Cass.” Kelly tugged on my arm, forcing me to one step closer to prison.
    “I don’ t think I can do this.” I leaned back, resisting her attempts to keep me moving toward the dark building in front of us . A cool breeze blew and I shivered . The weather had skipped Indian s ummer and went straight to Old Man W inter this year.
    “But you promised.” She waved her hand. “Look, the camera crews are here. You can not bail on me now. I need you. ”
    I sig he d regretting the moment I’d agreed to do this for her. Kelly was my best friend and mom to thre e crazy kids who, while I loved them dearly , made me grateful I was still single and looking . A stay-at-home-mom, s he never got any sleep or down time , and money was always tight. When her hobby had given her a chance to get o ut of the house in a big way, she had be gged me to help.
    The only hitch? Her hobby was ghost hunting. While I still slept with the lights on and changed the channel when horror movie previews came on, she sought out the dark, demanding to know its secrets. For some reason, ghosts flocked to her. After she’d posted a video on the internet showing a spirit manifestation that had seemed to follow her directions and talk back to her, Hollywood had come knocking.
    The show was called ‘Paranormal Mom’ and they wanted to shoot a test episode tonight. In an abandoned pri son. Worse, it was Halloween. I’d somehow been suckered into being a memb er of her ghost hunting group on the single most spooky day of the year . Kelly didn’t want to disappoint the producers and had recruited everyone she could to ensure no spirit would go unrecorded.
    “You said there would be lights.” I couldn’t keep the accusatory note out of my voice.
    She frowned and looked at the prison, a warren of stone walls and ominous shadows. Decommissioned in the 1920s, it was prime ghost real estate, housing some of the most notorious criminals of the time. Its history was rich with murder and revenge. “They should be on.” She beckoned to the cluster of TV people. “Hey guys, where are the lights?”
    The director, a short guy with an overgrown beard and no sense of manscaping whatsoever, shrugged. “We want it dark. There’s more tension that way.”
    “How will you be able to film us?” I asked.
    He pointed to the film equipment sitting on the ground waiting to be used. “We have lights on the cameras. Besides, you ladies have flashlights, right?”
    I clutched the little M aglite in my coat pocket. It would keep me from tripping, but not much more. “Great,” I muttered to myself. “I’m going to be eaten alive by ghosts.”
    “They aren’t mosquitoes . Get a grip, Cass .” Kelly rolled her eyes. “I’ll set you up with the audio recording, okay? You can sit just inside the door and that’s it. You won’t even have to go into the prison.”
    I nodded. “I can do that.”
    ***
    I had thought I would be okay with my position at the entrance. All I had to do was keep an eye on the recording equipment. If