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Loving a Ghost
Loving a Ghost
Loving a Ghost
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Loving a Ghost

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Jordana's dream of meeting hunky romance cover model, Grady Timmins, comes to an abrupt end when he dies in a tragic car accident in her city. She'd known she would never meet him in real life, but that didn't stop her from mourning him, anyway.

Her sorrow all-too-soon changes after Grady appears to her in ghost form, unable to leave her apartment. As love springs between them, Jordana will do anything in her power to keep him at her side.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 15, 2017
ISBN9781988659152
Loving a Ghost
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Marisa Chenery

Marisa Chenery was always a lover of books, but after reading her first historical romance novel she found herself hooked. Having inherited a love for the written word, she soon started writing her own novels. She now writes young adult books and erotic romances. Marisa lives in Ontario, Canada, with her four children, four grandchildren (she’s a young grandma in her fifties) and three rabbits.

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    Loving a Ghost - Marisa Chenery

    Chapter One

    Jordana was in shock. No, she was devastated. She hadn’t even known him and she felt as if she’d lost a part of herself, which was stupid. That didn’t stop the tears from dripping down her cheeks as she read the article about his death on the Internet.

    She rubbed the wetness from her eyes and continued to read about the tragic end of Grady Timmins—well-known model, who had graced many a romance novel cover. He’d only been twenty-six years old. The cause of death had been an automobile crash. A drunk driver had run a red light and slammed into Grady’s car, instantly killing him.

    Jordana wiped away more tears. She’d bought every single book Grady had been on regardless whether it was one she was interested in or not. Some of them sat on her bookshelf unread. She’d had a crush on him since she’d seen him on his very first cover, not that she’d ever thought she would meet him. Even if she had, she wouldn’t have stood a chance. She was a divorced thirty-five-year-old woman whose looks would never be considered spectacular.

    Jordana still had had fantasies about one day meeting Grady, whom she thought was everything she ever wanted. She’d even found his profile on a popular social media website. Having him accept her request to become his friend, she counted that as one of the highlights of her life. From that day on, she’d looked at his page every day, keeping up-to-date on all his posts.

    Now Grady was gone and Jordana mourned him as if he’d been something more than a celebrity crush. She finished reading the article and forced herself to close the browser. She wasn’t doing herself any good by digging up more details of his death. He was gone, end of story. She couldn’t fall to pieces over someone she’d had no personal experience with in real life. That just showed how lonely her reality had become.

    Her phone rang, and Jordana pushed back the steno chair she sat on at her computer desk in the corner of the living room and stood to answer it. It only rang once more before she picked up the cordless that sat on her coffee table. Her apartment was, by no means, large.

    Hello? she asked, trying to keep her tears out of her voice, but she mustn’t have been very successful.

    Shit, you already heard. How are you holding up?

    The woman on the other end of the line was Jordana’s best friend, Nat, short for Natalie. Truthfully, not too good. I guess I was obsessed with Grady more than I thought. I shouldn’t feel as if I lost the love of my life.

    Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m going to be brutally blunt with you. If it wasn’t for your ‘obsession’ with him, you never would have survived your nasty divorce. That asshole you used to call a husband tried his damnedest to make you think you were the reason your marriage didn’t work out. Meanwhile, the shithead had been creeping around behind your back.

    Nat wasn’t

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