Spirit on the Wind

By Beverly Rae

Every night, Christine has sex with her deceased husband, who lost his life in Iraq, but their lovemaking is never brought to a climax. At least, not until a strange woman brings her a magical stone that will make Johnny really come alive in her arms. Yet when a dark spirit invades her bed and her body, Christine must choose between nights of passion and a life of love. Will she succumb to the dark spirit? Or will Johnny save her body and her soul?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beverly Rae
• Release date: Nov 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781941974155

Beverly Rae

When I enrolled in an online writing course in 2004, I had no idea that I’d started a new career. I love writing and had never even thought I could make it my life’s work. I’m married to my real life hero who has supported me from the beginning and given me all the time in the world to realize my dream. I live in Georgia and spend my days in my office writing with my dogs at my feet. What more can a girl ask for?Most of my books are paranormal romances, some MF and some menage, with graphic sex and a laugh or two. Keep checking back and you’ll see more of my books showing up. If you’d like more information about me or my books, go to www.beverlyrae.com.

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Spirit on the Wind

Beverly Rae

Copyright © Beverly Rae (all rights reserved)

Published by Rae Publishing

E-book ISBN 978-1-941974-15-5

Revised 2017

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To all our lost loves,

Beverly Rae

Prologue

Johnny, please.

Christine arched her body higher, her legs pushing her hips up as his tongue whipped over her pulsing nub time and time again. Her breath quickened as his hands reached higher, kneading her breasts while his thumbs played on her nipples. Eat me harder, Johnny.

He obeyed her command, sucking the juices from her snatch. Even the sound of him devouring her sent another shockwave of release coursing through her body.

The man never stopped. How could he keep his mouth on her so long? Christine absently wondered at his stamina and smiled. Who cared? As long as he kept biting and sucking, she wouldn’t complain.

Oh, Johnny. I don’t know if I can take much more. She lifted her head to glance at him and caught the corners of his mouth barely visible above her curly hair. He answered her by intensifying his hold on her, making her body shake with his attack.

At last he let go of her, rising above her to stare into her eyes. I’ve missed you, baby, so much.

I missed you, too, Johnny.

A buzzing sound startled her, but she vowed to ignore it. Nothing would get in the way of being with Johnny.

Her hands slid up his arms on either side of her and came to rest on his mountainous shoulders. I’m so glad you’re home. Yet, even as she said the words, his face wavered.

Stunned, she stared at him as he grew less solid, more transparent with every second. No! Johnny, don’t leave. Her hands fell through his shoulders and she grasped air where once his arms had been.

The insistent buzzing grew louder as Johnny disappeared.

No! Johnny, don’t go!

Her eyes popped open as she sat up, panting as her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. She glanced around at the bedroom, the bedroom she’d shared with her husband…her late husband…and stared at the closed window. The morning sun cascaded through the glass, warming the thin blanket she clutched to her breast, yet she felt nothing but the