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    Love in the Time of Poltergeists
    Love in the Time of Poltergeists
    Love in the Time of Poltergeists
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    Love in the Time of Poltergeists

    By Vivi Andrews

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    Lucy sees dead people. Naked dead people.

    As a medium, Lucy helps the recently departed transition to the other side, but lately she’s noticed a disturbing trend among her ghostly visitors. Every night she’s plagued by horny spirits intent on acting out their unrequited sexual fantasies—and it looks like she’s stuck with them until she can work through some unrequited fantasies of her own.

    When six-feet-of-sexiness Jake Cox arrives on her doorstep, Lucy hopes her dry spell might finally be at an end. But Jake isn’t there to apply for the job of her personal gigolo. The mouthwatering PI has been assigned to watch over Lucy—and keep his hands to himself—until a particular horny phantom pays her a visit.

    The freshly murdered mafia accountant is exactly the kind of ghost that gravitates toward Lucy—nerdy, horny, and desperate—but when he appears, his supernatural juju may be more than even she can handle. To bring down a mob boss, Lucy and Jake will have to ignore their attraction—and keep the poltergeist accountant from ripping a hole in the fabric of the universe.

    **Previously released as THE GHOST SHRINK, THE ACCIDENTAL GIGOLO & THE POLTERGEIST ACCOUNTANT**

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVivi Andrews
    Release dateMay 21, 2018
    ISBN9780463621059
    Love in the Time of Poltergeists
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    Vivi Andrews

    Vivi Andrews is an award-winning paranormal romance author who calls Alaska home. For more about Vivi and her books, visit www.viviandrews.com.

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      Love in the Time of Poltergeists - Vivi Andrews

      Chapter One: The Larrinator

      Oh, please. Kill me now.

      The half-naked figure jiggling in front of her seemed to take this as a compliment. Yeah, baby, you know you want it.

      Lucy Cartwright closed her eyes and wondered—not for the first time—what she had ever done in her life to deserve this punishment. Karma was a vindictive bitch, but this was taking things too far.

      The pudgy, middle-aged stockbroker performing a striptease in her bedroom finished whipping his shirt around his head and flung it across the room. Keeping time to the booty music in his head, he bumped and ground his way in a little circle until his pasty back was right in front of her. The jiggling ass that had spent more time in an ergonomic chair than hitting it in nightclubs bounced back toward her in nauseating invitation.

      If he had been more substantial, he might have knocked her back a few steps in his enthusiasm, but tonight’s visitor wasn’t what you could call corporeal.

      Lucy was a medium, which—no offense to Patricia Arquette and Jennifer Love Hewitt—did not involve helping the ghosts of murdered people find justice. Thank God. Lucy couldn’t stand blood. Or death. Or anything involving blood or death.

      Except, you know, the ghosts. That part was okay. Usually.

      Helping loved ones contact the dearly departed was also not in her job description. There were people who did that, but she was in a slightly different line.

      Lucy helped the deceased work through their issues and move on to the next plane. The white light. Whatever.

      She wasn’t really big on the whole theology of the thing. She’d met ghosts who practiced just about every major religion and hadn’t really noticed any huge differences in their immediate afterlife. What came after the white light was none of her business. Lucy pretty much avoided the whole Heaven thing, which was easier than one might expect, considering she worked with the dead. She was not a priest. Or a minister.

      Nope, Lucy was more of a post-life therapist. Helping people release the issues that were keeping them from moving on.

      It was only recently that all of her clients had started wanting a release of a different kind.

      Larry, Lucy said in her calmest, most reasonable tone. "As, uh, studly as you are, I can’t, uh, get with you tonight, buddy."

      Larry shook it one hundred and eighty degrees and then performed a deep knee bend that was truly impressive for a man his size, his knees popping out to either side as his crotch slid down her leg.

      Oh great, he’s the stripper and now I get to be the pole. Lucy couldn’t feel a thing—Larry wasn’t that with it—but it was still a disconcerting experience.

      Come on, baby, Larry cooed in what he clearly thought was a sexy voice, but sounded disturbingly like the voice adults use when talking to infants. Show the Larrinator how bad you want it.

      Badly, Lucy corrected automatically. "Larry. No matter how much I might want it, it isn’t going to happen tonight. I hate to be the one to tell you this, buddy, but you don’t have a body."

      Larry laughed—it was actually a very pleasant laugh and Lucy felt a brief stab of pity. Poor Larry. Then he popped up out of his knee bend and began running his large, soft hands all over his vast expanses of creamy flesh, making exaggerated sexy-faces as he petted himself. Pity took a backseat.

      No body? What do you call this, baby? I got a body for you right here, baby.

      Larry’s hands went to the fly on his trousers. Instinct made Lucy reach out to grab his wrist to stop him from dropping trou, but her hand passed right through his arm without even the usual sensation of cold tingling. Larry just wasn’t there.

      Larry, man, I’m sorry, but you’re dead, buddy.

      Larry laughed again and the trousers dropped to the floor. Oh Lord.

      Does this look dead to you, baby?

      Why did they always call her baby? And why could she never get through to them before they were standing—as much as ghosts could stand, anyway—in the middle of her bedroom, stark naked?

      The Larrinator was standing at attention. Larry stood with his hands planted on his hips, all swagger and confidence where she was sure there hadn’t been any in life.

      Lucy sighed. How about a hand job, Larry? She thrust her hand out and it passed smoothly through the Larrinator.

      Larry’s image wavered, becoming a little more transparent. Whoa. Heavy.

      Yeah, Larry, death is pretty intense. Would you like to sit down and talk about it?

      Larry shoved his lower lip out as he thought that one over, looking more like a lost little boy than a middle-aged stockbroker who had just died of a heart attack far too young. Do I have to put my pants back on?

      Lucy sighed, resigned. No. Not if you don’t want to.

      Larry smiled cheerily and plopped down naked at the foot of her bed. Lucy straightened the comforter she’d thrown aside when Larry appeared in her bedroom in full stripper mode, waking her out of a sound sleep. She settled herself on top of the covers, leaning back against the headboard and smiling gently at Larry.

      So, let me guess, you don’t want to be dead because you always thought you would have more time to live the life you really wanted. Are you disappointed that you didn’t have a more adventurous sex life when you had the chance, Larry?

      Exactly! I can’t be dead, he whined. I haven’t ever been the sex machine I was born to be.

      Lucy smiled supportively and settled in for a very familiar conversation.

      * * * * *

      If I have to have one more conversation about repressed sexuality with a naked ghost, I’m going to turn in my resignation and you can find someone else to torture.

      Karma—Lucy’s vindictive bitch of a boss—gave a husky little laugh that rippled through the phone lines and down Lucy’s spine. Karma was pure sex. Walking, talking sensuality. Lucy was the girl next door who just happened to talk to the dead. And yet Lucy was the one getting nightly visits from horny businessmen. It didn’t make sense. Something was definitely whacked out in the cosmic flow of things.

      This isn’t me, Karma insisted. "I’m channeling them to you

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