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    Ghosts Of Christmas Past
    Ghosts Of Christmas Past
    Ghosts Of Christmas Past
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    Ghosts Of Christmas Past

    By Janet Miller

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    Christmas is hard for a lot of people, but for Calla Douglas it’s become unbearable. She thought to end her life but when the wind blows her off a tall building, she isn’t sorry to be rescued in mid-air by a flying man. Unfortunately finding out he has fangs dampens her relief.

    When Nightwalker Daniel Wilde rescued Calla, all he intended was for her to be the temporary companion he takes before Christmas Eve, to keep at bay the loneliness he feels each year. Trouble is, she’s got a way of making him think more permanently than he’s comfortable with.

    Both Calla and Daniel have “ghosts” of past Christmases, bad memories that haunt them, but through love, companionship—and a lot of mind-blowing sex—this holiday may become the last one those ghosts will ever visit.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJanet Miller
    Release dateNov 8, 2014
    ISBN9781940070056
    Ghosts Of Christmas Past
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    Janet Miller

    Janet Miller, often known as Cricket Starr, is the author of over twenty-seven titles at Ellora's Cave, Samhain, Red Sage, and New Concepts Publishing. These titles include the 2004 PRISM award winning Violet Among The Roses, 2011 PRISM award winning Bad Dog and the Babe, and 2006 EPPIE award winning All Night Inn. She has two Romantic Times Top Picks and nominees for the RT Reviewers' Choice Award for Beloved Enemy under her Janet Miller name, and Fangs For The Memories by Cricket Starr. Janet specializes in futuristic romance under her own name and futuristic, fantasy, and paranormal romance under the pen name Cricket Starr. Not all of her books are erotic, but she knows a good love scene when she reads or writes it.

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      Ghosts Of Christmas Past - Janet Miller

      Ghosts Of Christmas Past

      Janet Miller

      Hollywood After Dark

      Copyright ©2014 Janet Miller

      All rights reserved.

      ISBN: 978-1940070056

      Ebook Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously. A revised version of this book was previously published by Elloras Cave under the same title in 2006.

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      To my family who never let ghosts of the past get in the way of enjoying life.

      Chapter One

      It was cold on the rooftop. Calla stepped out of the shelter of the stairwell and felt the bite of the icy breeze through the threadbare coat she wore over her fast-food uniform. Thirty stories up, there was nothing to stop the wind.

      Of course, the unprotected nature of the roof and its height were what had drawn her in the first place. It might be cold, but there was no way she’d survive a fall from here…a fall she planned to take in the next few moments.

      Calla shivered as she crept to the edge. With the full moon it was easy to see the sidewalk far below. The view would have been pretty with the lights from the buildings around, but some of those lights were colored red and green. Christmas lights.

      Another kind of shiver went through her. She hated Christmas…that was one of the reasons she was here on the roof.

      She swallowed a hard breath. Was this really her only option? No, but it was the only one she wanted to pursue. She stepped onto the low wall that edged the roof.

      Oblivion beckoned. She’d never feel the cold again, or pain. She’d never be alone anymore. No one would miss her…

      She tried not to imagine what it would feel like to land on the concrete from this high. She expected it would hurt when her body shattered on impact, but perhaps the fall wouldn’t be so bad. Possibly it would feel like flying and she’d always wanted to fly.

      Even so, she hesitated. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…

      A sudden gust of wind hit her, and then she was teetering on the edge…

      And then there was no longer any decision to make. She wasn’t on the roof but falling, the glass side of the building a blur of light and dark bands as it swept past.

      Terror grabbed her as the ground grew closer and Calla opened her mouth to scream.

      But before she could, warm arms wrapped themselves around her and then her downward progress slowed until she was merely floating next to the building.

      Floating in midair, in the arms of someone large and solid. Calla turned her head and saw his face—handsome, pale, with dark hair and compelling black eyes.

      Those eyes compelled her now. Sleep…came an insidious whisper into her mind.

      But she fought that. Who are you? She looked down at the expanse of space below their feet. They hovered at just about the fifth floor and now began to rise slowly. You an angel, or some kind of Superman? No wings were on his back, nor did he have a cape.

      He smiled with large, evenly spaced teeth that gleamed in the moonlight. Not even close, he told her in a dark sensuous growl, and a third kind of shiver hit her, that of long-unexpressed sexual need. When was the last time she’d had that reaction to a man?

      But we’ve a ways to go and you should sleep. Again there was that compulsion in her mind, stronger than before, and this time he gave her no choice. Calla’s mind went dark and she knew nothing more.

      She came back to consciousness surrounded by slippery warmth and…bubbles?

      Calla opened her eyes to see and smell the unmistakable sensations of a bubble bath in a very large tub with a man sitting in the water behind her. His hands massaged her scalp, working shampoo into her hair.

      She knew it was a man because of the large erection poking her backside.

      Calla tried to pull away, but his arm went around her waist, clutching her close. Hold still. You’ll get soap in your eyes.

      Soap in her eyes. Was he kidding?

      No, I’m not. You needed a bath so I decided to give you one. She heard him sniff her scalp. You smell much better now. Hold your breath!

      With a quick jerk he pushed her under the water and then let her sit up, wet hair streaming into her eyes.

      With extreme annoyance, Calla shoved the hair off her face, twisted in his arms and glared at him. Of course she hadn’t had a bath…the flophouse

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