You know, I’d wanted to write a ghost romance…oh…forever. If you read Incorporeal, you’ll learn I was told my two publishers it can’t be done. I was informed readers don’t want to read a ghost romance.
Are you fuckin’ kidding me? I love a good ghost story. Even better, I love a tragic ghost love story with an improbable HEA. Because you know, if vampires can be all angsty and sexy and make humans pine over them; if human women can find hairy nekked werewolves attractive (are they into crotch-sniffing?), then why can’t a ghost come back to life? Why not? Doesn’t love transcend death?
Jewish mystics proclaim the validity of transmigration of souls. So do I. Thus…Incorporeal, and soon to come, book two – In the Flesh.
Sara Wise is sick of ghosts. They’ve haunted her since she was a child, destroying her family, endangering her life. When an incorporeal being appears in her shower, she curses him soundly and orders him out, but this ghost is sticky. Not only does he invade her shower, he moves into her home, invading her dreams, sharing her bed. The reluctant Sara finds herself falling in love with a dead man.
Despite Sara’s objections, Natan de Manua isn’t permitted to leave. Protecting the woman is both his penance and his means to redemption. She’s not easy to protect, she fights him nearly every step of the way, except in her bed. Nathan may have come to regain his soul, but instead he risks losing his heart.
A sneak peek at In The Flesh -