Some Like it Haunted (A Sophie Rhodes Ghostly Romane Book 2) by Karen Cantwell Page A

Working my way hurriedly behind the desk to put a barrier between us, I stood in front of the computer and quickly opened a search engine. “What was the word? It sounded like a city name. Lussuria.” I typed the word in using my best phonetic guess. There it was in black and white. Lussuria wasn’t a city, it was the Italian word for lust.
    With Shane advancing, I tried reasoning with him logically. “Shane. We’re under the influence of a lust spell.”
    Ah geez. Why didn’t that sound more logical?
    “What’s that perfume you’re wearing?”
    “I’m telling you, we have to fight these urges. Think of something else.”
    “What else? All I can think of is you and how I want you.”
    “Uh,” I tried to think. “Imagine me with bad breath then. Really, really bad, revolting breath. A stench so awful it turns your stomach. And...no teeth.”
    He closed his eyes tight. “Okay. Okay. I can do that.” He grimaced. “You’re toothless. Big black gap where your teeth should be. And the bad breath. Yeah, it’s stinky bad.”
    “Good. Keep that up. And I’m imagining you bald with a beer belly. Big, whopping beer belly.”
    “Is it working for you?”
    “Yes. The bigger the belly, the better it gets. Now here’s the thing. My friend Tara is a medium. She’s a good one.”
    “It’s working for me too. I’ll throw some saggy boobs in there. Stinky breath, saggy boobs,” Shane muttered with his eyes shut. “Is this Tara lady going to help us? Stinky breath, stinky breath, saggy boobs.”
    “She knows about you and Myrtle, but she doesn’t know about this latest development. Maybe she’ll have some ideas about that.”
    “Stinky breath, no teeth. Saggy boobs, no teeth. What do you want me to do?”
    “Come back tonight. She doesn’t have a lot of time though. Um. Get here at six but wait in your car. I’ll text you as soon as Tara arrives.”
    “Okay. Should I open my eyes now?”
    “Not yet.” I shouted down the hall. “Myrtle! Get back here!”
    Marmi and Myrtle materialized beside Shane.
    “Aw shucks,” she said. “My little Marmalade was just about to lift some big ol’ electronic box off the ground.”
    Marmi giggled. He actually giggled. “She calls me her little Marmalade. And I told you, Pumpkin Biscuit, they call it a computer.”
    Good grief. We had all been affected by the potion.
    I spun Shane around so he was facing the door. “Myrtle, leave with Shane now.”
    “Aw,” Myrtle whined. “Do I have to leave my hunk o’ love?”
    “But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Myrtle is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon.”
    I rolled my eyes. “That’s enough, Romeo.” I unlocked the door and pulled it open. “Myrtle and Shane out. Now.” 
    Every nerve in my body was on fire for Shane Daniels. I needed him gone before Cal returned.
    I shoved Shane out the door with Myrtle behind him. With them gone, I locked the door and slid down to the floor, resting my head in my hands. “Marmi, we’ve got a problem.”
    “Are you jealous of my newfound attraction to Myrtle May?”
    “Is that another nickname?”
    “Oh no. It is her given name. She remembered it. Myrtle May. Is she not magnificent?”
    She remembered her name. That was promising. Some light at the end of this horribly muddled tunnel. “Did she remember anything else?”
    “No. But she said I reminded her of a bloke by the name of Elvis Presley. Who is this man? Would you agree?”
    Not in a million years.
    “Marmi, I need to tell you something and I don’t want you to overreact. You and Myrtle are under the spell of a lust potion.”
    He shook his head defiantly. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, my dear friend.”
    “No. I’m telling you, it happened in The Witches’ Room last night at Spencer House. That’s why I had that dream. And the urges. It’s terrible.”
    He shook his head again. “I’m afraid that you might be under the influence of some