Afraid of No Ghost

T’was a Dark & Sexy Night when my bestie-with-benefits and I agreed to revamp the kink-themed hotel. We were expecting vibrating beds and heart shaped tubs, not a long-lost flame and certainly not a harem of love. But there's more than just cobwebs in these closets. There are skeletons... and surprise, surprise… some of them are mine.

There’s nothing I enjoy more than making magic in the bedroom but taking on this ‘hotel of horrors’ is driving me crazy. Quite literally, I’m having the strangest flashbacks of kidnappings and asylums. Are the ghostly girls of Wolfeboro trying to tell me something or am I losing my mind? Of course, I’m also having flashbacks of a sensual nature, involving the men around me and the summer I fell in love. The weird part is that some of these memories include the newest ghost hunter in town. But how can I have memories of a man I only just met? Is he the reason I’m being haunted?

I’m confident we can have the hotel ready in time for the grand opening, provided I can stay alive. But that might be easier said than done, with my unbalanced sister stalking me. Not to mention, the ghostly girl who keeps leading me down dark and dangerous hallways.

For a mystery obsessed woman like me, there’s only one thing to do. Click on my trusty flashlight and shine a light on it.

DRAKE HEART
Nancy Dru is the girl of my dreams… and also my nightmares. She’s got one of those faces, that looks different from every angle, that holds secrets. But by the time you’ve uncovered the truth, she’s already stolen your heart and possibly your wallet. She’s the illusive road runner to my persistent coyote. But she’s not my only problem, there’s also Annette—Carter Dru’s other daughter. The one I met first. The one I’ve been hired to track down.

NATE NICHOLSON
It’s been thirteen years and Nancy Dru still oozes sex appeal from every pore. Her hair is no longer green, but she’s still got that wild streak. She’s the type of girl who can not only keep up but who sets the pace. I met her during a tumultuous time in my life—two screwed up peas in a pod. We were basically homeless, squatting together in an abandoned shack at Weirs Beach in Laconia. Everything was darkness except for her and then I went and ruined it. Or someone ruined it. I’ve been trying to find out who for a while now and I’m close, real close. So, why is she here? This will mess up all my plans.

GEORGIO VAYNE
Blue bloods are a breed I know well. They are selfish, impossible to please, and, more often than not, rude. Not to mention, judgmental of sexual orientation—at least my family is. Nancy Dru, on the other hand is not. She doesn’t obsess over social media, she doesn’t live in designer clothing, and most importantly she doesn’t care if I enjoy the occasional lollipop, provided she gets a lick too. She’s a whole lot of fun and she appreciates my love of wood. We are the black sheep brigade and that’s why I agreed to take on this job with her. She’s the designer and I’m the carpenter. There’s only one problem, her ex is the contractor. I don’t know what I did before Nancy. All the fundraisers and snobby dinners, life was unbearable. She saved me. She literally saved me from ending it all and now that I might lose her, I think I want her.