Top Ten Problems With Having A Ghost For A Boyfriend
1. A ghost can’t exactly take you out for a night on the town.
2. He doesn’t eat, so dinner dates at home are kind of a no-go, too.
3. All his friends except for you are dead—awkward!
4. He thinks the duel in which he was killed two hundred years ago is hilarious!
5. However, he really doesn’t like to talk about the fact that he is dead.
6. He’s a really great kisser—but a gal could catch pneumonia. Icy!
7. There are much easier ways to deal with the birth control issue. Seriously.
8. He can also easily blow all the electrical systems in your house!
9. He sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake…
10. He’s really, really, really not going to like it if you try to ghost him!
The Chef and the Ghost of
Bartholomew Addison Jenkins
Aletta Thorne
Genre: paranormal romance,
mainstream romance, holiday
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: October 26, 2017
ASIN: B076WJK63L
Number of pages: 158
Word Count: 51,000
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Tagline: What happens if you have a one-nighter—with a ghost?
Book Description:
Autumn, 1982. MTV is new, poodle perms are the rage, and life just might be getting better for Alma Kobel. Her ugly divorce is final at last. Her new job as chef at Bright Day School’s gorgeous old estate is actually fun. But the place is haunted—and so is Alma’s apartment. Bartholomew Addison Jenkins’ ghost has been invisibly watching her for months.
When he materializes one night, Alma discovers Bart—as he likes to be called—has talents she couldn’t have imagined…and a horrifying past. What happens if you have a one-nighter with a ghost? And what happens if one night is all you want—and you end up ghosting him?
Some spirits don’t like taking “no” for an answer.
Excerpt
2:
When she opened
the door to her apartment, her stomach sank. A dim square of light flickered in
the hall outside her bedroom door. Yikes! Was I actually dumb enough to have
left candles burning? Alma was scolding herself for having been dangerously
spacey when she realized that the light from her room did not come from any
sort of flame.
It came from
Bart. He was standing beside her bed in his high-collared, loose-fitting shirt
and his knee britches. And that was … not really strange at all. Just the
friendly, resident ghost. No danger of burning down the house. A relief—and
Alma had to be honest with herself—a pleasant surprise.
“Good evening,
m’lady,” he said.
Alma opened her
mouth to say hello back—and burped, instead. A Garbage Pie burp was an
impressive burp. “Oh, wow. Excuse me.”
Bart chuckled as
she dropped her purse in the chair next to her dresser.
“Rich dinner?”
“A Garbage Pie,”
she said. “It sounds awful, but it’s—you know what pizza pie is, right?”
“The previous
residents of this apartment ate little else. I know well what Garbage Pies
are,” he said. “I do not fear them.”
Then he stepped
in front of Alma and slipped his arms around her, something else that should
have been shocking but wasn’t. Just the resident ghost, after all. The resident
ghost who can really kiss. Bart’s touch tingled with cold fire.
“Well, hello,”
Alma said.
“I missed you,”
said Bart, then he put his mouth over hers and kissed her. She felt something
feathery—his chest touching hers--and she nearly dissolved into it. His tongue
was cool in her mouth, and full of sparks. He tasted almost sweet.
About the Author:
Aletta Thorne believes in ghosts. In her non-writing life, she is a choral singer, a poet, a sometimes DJ, and a writer about things non-supernatural. But she’s happiest in front of a glowing screen, giving voice to whoever it is that got her two cats all riled up at three AM. Yes, her house is the oldest one on her street. And of course, it’s quite seriously haunted (scared the ghost investigator who came to check it out). She is named after a little girl in her family who died in the late nineteenth century, at the age of two. The Chef and the Ghost of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins is her first romance.
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