And so the fourth volume of Gothika is now available, this one about ghosts. How can that be romantic? Well it can, believe me, and if you read this book you’ll find out.
I am deeply honored to be a part of this anthology. I am appearing along with wonderful writers, all of whom I’ve read many times. It is exciting to join Eli Easton, Kim Fielding, Jamie Fessenden and Sue Brown.
Here is a blurb about the book and the stories ALONG with an excerpt from my story!
Seeing dead people. Haunting and being haunted. Ghosts and those trying to deal with them add a supernatural flair to these four tales of romance.
In Among the Dead Neil Gaven sees dead people. A gentle ghost guides him to Trist, who needs his help. But Trist is tormented by spirits, so maybe together they can find a way to live among the dead. By Eli Easton.
Ex Machina is the story of Sabbio, a Roman slave who was killed 1700 years ago. He’s been alone until he meets landscaper Mason. But because they’re separated by centuries, it will take a miracle to make love work. By Kim Fielding.
The Mill brings a supernatural challenge to Frank Carter and his team of paranormal investigators. The owner’s personal psychic, Toby Reese, is supposed to help. Frank doesn’t have much respect for psychics, but when the dangers of the old mill threaten his team, he realizes he and Toby will have to work together to survive. By Jamie Fessenden.
…and finally, my story…
Unfinished Business by B.G. Thomas
Mike Ellsworth was alive and well one minute, and dead the next. Only he’s not really dead—he’s a ghost. One with lots of unfinished business. He’s never told his wife that he has come to accept that he’s gay. He’s never told her that he has a secret lover. He’s never been able to tell his lover that he is in love with him. Now there’s nothing Mike can do about it. And that’s only the beginning! He soon finds out he can help other ghosts leave the spirit world and step into the light. So what’s keeping him stuck on earth? If only there were a way he could make up for all he’s done wrong, and finally do what’s truly right. And maybe, just maybe, there is.
And now for that excerpt….
One minute he was on the street, trying to understand what was happening, and the next he was in a room.
What the hell? How the hell did I get here? he thought, as yet another wave of lightheadedness swept over him.
Mike looked around him. He was in a hotel room—immediately recognizable from all the many hotels he’d stayed in over the years. And this was the Meridian Hotel, of course, familiar from the dozen times he’d stayed here. He was standing by floor-to-ceiling windows that looked down into the Kansas City streets and that did nothing to help his dizziness.
And when he turned away… there was Joel.
Joel was lying naked on the bed, and the sight—as always—took Mike’s breath away. He was on his stomach, perfect round butt raised, one knee pulled up just a bit to show off its perfection even more. He could see just a hint—a delightful hint—of Joel balls hanging in their hairless sack (Mike liked that Joel shaved his scrotum for him), reminding him that this was no woman waiting for him. Not that he could have mistaken those wide shoulders, the deep ridge of his back, and the narrow waist for anything but a man.
Waiting for him.
Joel shifted. Shifted again. Turned his head, and Mike could see the smile on his beautiful face.
He’s posing. He’s waiting for me to open the hotel door so that this is the first thing I see. Strangely, Mike felt himself getting hard. How could he help it as such a sight?
Who knew a ghost could get a hard-on?
Ghost? Really? A ghost? I’m a ghost? There wasn’t a better explanation?
“Joel,” he moaned, and his heart lurched and his eyes filled with tears. Tears! Him! Who would have thought? “Oh, Joel.”
He walked to the bed. Looked down at his beautiful lover.
Lover. My lover.
“Joel,” he whispered as a tear fell from his eyes.
Mike froze. Did he hear me?
Joel rolled over on his side. Looked at the clock on the bedside table.
But no. Joel couldn’t hear him. Joel reached for his cell phone. His movements were all grace and beauty, even though he was only lounging on the bed. His skin was so smooth, the muscles flexing beneath. His hair, thick and wavy brown, was pushed back from his face. He looked at the phone with beautiful brown eyes. There was a shadow of a beard on his jaw—because Mike loved Joel’s balls smooth and his face just a bit rough. Joel did so many things to please him.
“I like to make you happy,” Joel would say.
Joel raised an eyebrow and used a thumb to brush the small screen of his cell phone.
God. He’s looking to see if I’ve called.
I can’t call. I’m dead!
Joel tapped at the screen and raised the phone to his ear.
Calling me! He’s calling me.
“Joel….” He reached for his lover. Touched his arm, that lovely skin, dusted with the softest of hair. But it didn’t feel soft. It didn’t even move.
He can’t hear me. He can’t feel me. He doesn’t know I’m here!
He’s calling me. Doesn’t know what’s happened. Doesn’t know I can’t answer. He probably thinks I’m parking the car or something. He doesn’t know!
The cops! he thought. They had his phone. My phone will be ringing in their hands….
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