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Kiss Me Hello [Kindle Edition] LK Rigel (Author)


http://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Me-Hello-...154606011_f_85

Sara Blakemore's normal life is turned on its head in the space of days. First her husband tells her he's having an affair. Then she inherits Turtledove Hill, a vineyard on the northern California coast complete with haunted mansion.

Joss Montague can't remember his life, and he doesn't know how long he's been wandering in the cold mist. When a young woman finds his journal, his past comes back to him as she reads each page.

Sara's husband Bram comes to Turtledove Hill to save their marriage, but she can't help comparing him to the man in the journal she found -- especially after she meets Joss Montague's ghost up close and extremely personal.

The man of Sara's dreams is only a ghost, and the one who seeks her forgiveness is very much alive. Sara must let one rest in peace before she can find happiness with the other.

Excerpt:

Sara turned her car onto Bird Row to look for parking. She needed to find Spot and ask how to de-ghostify Turtledove Hill. Bram's truck was parked crooked next to the hitching rail in front of The Book Beak, taking up two spaces.

"What a jerk." Joss materialized in the passenger seat.

"Go away," Sara said. "You're hardly one to complain about taking more than your share of space."

"True. As you know, I am a rather large guy."

"Oh, ick. If that's supposed to be sexual innuendo, don't forget you were using another man's...largeness." She turned at the next corner to go around the block.

"The ignominy of it all!" Joss put his hand to his forehead in mock shame. "Wait. Is it IG-nominy or ig-NOM-iny? That's one of those words you only read but never actually hear anyone say."

"IG-nuh-minnie," Sara said. "I'm an English teacher. Or I was one, anyway."

"Oh, really." He had a gleam in his eye. "Can I be teacher's pet?"

"Why are you here?"

"I don't know. It feels like I'm stuck to you. Psychically or something."

"That's just what I need in my life. Jakey Twilighty imprinting creepiness."

"Imprinting? You mean like a duckling?" His face screwed up like he didn't know what she was talking about. But of course he wouldn't. He'd missed decades' worth of changes in the zeitgeist. "I think it's worse than that. Seriously, Sara. Our...lovemaking was pretty intense. I believe I'm stuck to you spiritually.

"Because the earth moved, you mean."

"Well, yeah. For me. God, is sex like that normal with you?"

No, it wasn't. But that was none of Joss's business. "You have to leave me alone."

"I don't have control over it. I'll keep showing up. In your life. In your car--"

"In my bed?"

He smiled. "Who knows?"

"Go away. I'm married."

"Maybe." His voice softened. "But is he?"

And there it was, the question she avoided, hanging in the air as she pulled the car into an open parking space. Her heart hurt. She wiped her eyes and pointed emphatically to her wedding band. "I'm married, Joss."