A Ghost of an Affair ($13.95, 236 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-566-6), is an erotic paranormal romance by Ellen March about an insecure woman who must choose between a living lover and the ghostly man of her dreams.
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4 Blue Ribbons: “This story is very different from anything I have read in the past. The storyline once I got into it was very interesting by itself. The erotic sex was something to ponder over as well and it all works together to make a good read. To anyone who enjoys a romance set around a hospital and its staff, along with a hunky ghost who becomes very territorial towards his woman, you will want to read this story.” Read more ….
“[Ghost of an Affair] kept me hooked. It was an interesting premise. Plus the chemistry, they’re in lust with each other and it shows in every scene. The sex scenes were hot and sizzling. I loved how their relationship developed. The ghost, Breece is the complete opposite of Sage. It shows how that brings the changes in her life and in her. I was delightfully surprised how it ended. A perfect ending. A ghost with an insatiable appetite for sex combined with a woman who desperately wants some sex. It’ll satisfy a readers craving for fantasy and sizzling chemistry.” Read more….
–Sorrel, Long and Short Reviews
4.5 stars: “I loved Breece, hated Sage, and worried about Grace while I read A Ghost of an Affair. I liked the characterization, the twist at the end, and I think you will, too.” Read more ….
—Alberta, Manic Readers
4 Stars: “I had never read a ghost romance book before. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect or how it was ‘all’ going to work. But you know what, this author did a great job with the story and pretty much every aspect of how things worked was explained throughout. I don’t want to give too much away in my review and take away the surprise for any who read it. Be warned also there is some serious panty melting hot sex to be read.” Read more ….
—Jen’s All About Books Blog
“A Fun Romp…. If I had known ghosts fucked like that, I would have bought a Ouija board 20 years ago…. Dialect is perfect. Scenery is so vivid you’ll find yourself craving a curry and chips.” Read more ….
—Red Light Fiction District
“I spent a lot of time loving Breece, liking Grace and hating Sage, which was, I’m sure, by design. This triad isn’t meant to be a triangle, however, and Grace FINALLY makes the right choice, only to have more heartache. The end was expected, but not less satisfying. I think readers will cheer on the reunited lovers, and the fun twist at the end really made me smile. Lots and lots of fun smexytimes, some barely adequate sexual relations, and one horse’s pa-toot of a boyfriend made this one memorable.” Read more ….
“Romance lovers, if you want something that will turn up to heat all the way to scorching, then this is a book you might want to check out.” Read more ….
—Imagine a World Blog
4 Stars: “This book was so far from what I would normally read that I greatly enjoyed it. It was different and that is what kept my attention through the whole thing.” Read more….
—Reading, Drinking and Relaxing
Ellen March has published two other erotic romances with Fanny Press so far: Promises and His Girl Friday. More are on the way in 2015, beginning with Love on the Menu in February.
Grace McGillis is over the moon to have won the love, or at least the favor, of Dr. Sage Gerret, the resident heartthrob at the hospital where she is a receptionist. Sage hopes to “improve” her: to inspire her to eat and drink less and educate herself about fine art and music. Everyone sees Sage as a great catch. Why else would Grace put up with his barbs about her appearance and his uninspired lovemaking?
Enter Breece, an adoring alpha male who is out-of-this-world in bed. That is not surprising, for he is, after all, a ghost. Though Sage may not be anyone’s dream date, he is alive. Grace is falling in love with Breece, but is love enough?Even if fate allows her ghost lover to continue his delightful haunting, how will this couple find love everlasting?
Says Ellen, “I’m fond of the concepts that life never ends and true love really does conquer all, and this book combines both. It’s important for readers to know that a woman like Grace, whose current boyfriend has chipped away at her already low self-esteem, can learn to love herself in the arms of a sexy alpha male like Breece. But how do you get around the fact that Breece is dead? That’s always the challenge in paranormal romances. And I love a good challenge!”
Ellen March and her husband live on top of a mountain in Wales, which is ideal in the summer but not so much in the winter months or when it rains. She has three grown children, one suicidal cat—it really does have nine lives—and five Alaskan Malamutes. One of her hobbies is showing and working them. Ellen’s first love, however, is reading and writing. Since childhood, she has devoured every romance and fantasy she can get her hands on and enjoys acting out her own fantasies in print. Her body of work includes erotic romance, psychological thrillers and supernatural fantasies. Ellen has published two novels with Fanny Press, Promises and His Girl Friday, with several more in the works. Coming in January of 2015: Master of Fantasy. She has published three novels in the Doms of Drakos series—Escorting Sydney, One Night in Heaven, and Shadow Play (Ravenous Romance). Click here to find Ellen online.
Keep reading for an excerpt:
Breece cast his eyes around the lounge, at the empty wine bottles littering the floor. He couldn’t figure out what had happened. Had he gotten pissed up and wandered into a strange house? Picked up a girl and come back to her place?
He didn’t have a clue. All he knew was that he felt confused, strange. He also wondered why he had his training clothes on. Why would he have been out on the pull wearing a T-shirt and joggers? It didn’t make sense.
Suddenly a woman walked into the room. She ambled past him as if he wasn’t there. And one thing Breece knew was that no female ever ignored him.
“Hey,” he called.
She continued to snub him. Standing in front of the mirror, she weaved and stumbled. Her fingers locked into the end of the plait of hair she struggled to unfurl.
Breece realised she was drunk. “Oi, I’m talking to you.”
“She can’t hear you,” said a male voice from behind him.
Breece jumped and stared at the man before him. He wore an old fashioned costume and looked as if he’d just stepped out of Pride & Prejudice. That was the one period film he’d watched, and only because someone—he couldn’t remember who, but it must have been a woman—had insisted.
Breece glanced back at the woman, who continued to ignore him; however, she’d managed to loosen her hair. It fell around her hips in a blaze of fire. He felt his cock twitch. He loved long hair, and had the crazy urge to trail his fingers through it. “What do you mean, that she’s deaf?”
“There’s nothing wrong with her, my friend.” The man with the long sideburns grinned. “It’s you.”
“Me? What are you talking about?”
“Run that by me again?” Breece brushed a hand through his hair and wondered what lunatic asylum this man had escaped from.
“You’re dead, have been for a quite a few years. But not as long as me, obviously.”
“Fuck off.” He looked around. At any moment someone would run in and shout, “Joke.”
“It’s true, my friend, and that lady over there summoned you.”
Breece scrubbed a hand over his eyes and shook his head. “I think I’d better go. I don’t know how I got here, but I’m leaving. Now!”
“Go on, touch her.”
Breece paused and turned. His gaze once again fell on the woman. He sucked in a breath and slowly, almost against his will, moved towards her. Something attracted him. She exerted a strong pull, one he’d never experienced before. He came to stand behind her and stared into the mirror. His reflection gazed back.
“I can see myself.”
“You’re a ghost, not a vampire,” chuckled the stranger.