Happy Monday, everyone! Today I have guest host Mary Leo talking about her new paranormal romance release, A Shadow at Twilight:
When the subject of paranormal comes up, I tend to imagine the absurd rather than the scary. Guess I’m hardwired that way from childhood when I envisioned Daffy Duck and Fred Flinstone dropping in for one of my mom’s pasta dinners.
With that in mind, the day my two friends, Calista Fox and Erin Quinn asked me to participate in a paranormal trilogy, they discussed the dark elements of ethereal visits, while I presented them with the eccentricities of pairing up Molly Brown and Doc Holiday during a ghostly meeting of tough love.
Fortunately, they didn’t abandon me and go searching for someone who embraced the dark side, but rather encouraged my lighter take on the hereafter. Not only have we collaborated for the Touch of Twilight series, but we now have another trilogy coming out with Books We Love (http://bookswelove.net/ ) just in time for Christmas. And this time, I brought them over to the bright side, but I’m sure it’s only temporary.
In my book, A Shadow at Twilight, Hilly Thomson must once again give up her much-anticipated vacation in favor of her overbearing boss’s needs. Granted, her boss, Dillon Spencer, is now in a deep coma from a nasty car accident, but still . . .
To make matters worse, his spirit keeps appearing, mostly while she’s in the shower, asking questions and teasing her with his charm and sexy good looks. Before long this kinder, gentler Dillon has won her heart. But Dillon wasn’t alone in his car on that snowy road, and when he learns of the tragedy surrounding the accident his desire to return to his life is in question. Now Hilly, with the help of a few spunky, notoriously famous hotel ghosts, must convince Dillon that his life is worth fighting for, and nothing in this world or any other world can stop her from loving him, not even the threat of his returning to his old overbearing self.
“Are we dating?” Dillon asked as a startled Hilly nearly drowned herself in her own bathwater. He was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, staring at her, grinning, looking all puppy-dog.
Sitting up she coughed out the water and bubbles she’d sucked in when she first spotted him. “No,” she finally said in a tiny, scratchy voice, shaking her head for emphasis.
“You really should take something for that cough. I’d offer you a cough drop but I don’t seem to have anything in my pockets at the moment.”
He wore black slacks, a black Polo shirt, and black shoes. The exact same clothes Hilly had tossed at the hospital.
“If we aren’t dating, we really should be. You have incredible breasts.”
“What?” Hilly gazed down at her naked, soapy breasts, mortified that her boss was now lusting over them. She sank back down in the water, scooping up bubbles around her neck. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in the hospital, in a coma.”
“So that’s where I was. I didn’t like it very much. Way too dark, and noisy as hell.” He stood and walked over to her, sitting on the edge of the tub. “I think I have an appointment with Molly Brown, do you know who she is and where we’re supposed to meet?”
“What? No. You’re confused.”
“If you think I’m confused, you should see the look on your face. I’d say we were somewhat equal.”
“You can’t be here. It’s impossible. You’re too near death to be so well.”
He stood and pointed at a black leather notebook on the small dresser in the corner of the room. “My things seem to be everywhere, along with yours. Yet you say we’re not dating, and there you are exposing yourself to me in the bathtub. Odd, don’t you think?”
A pang of guilt swept over her.
“I, um, can explain everything. I was tired and-”
“You have feelings for me. I felt it when you touched my face at the hospital. Those feelings aren’t love, they’re something else. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but then I can’t seem to put my finger on anything.” He giggled, and swiped at a towel hanging on a metal rack. His hand seemed to pass right though it.
Hilly rubbed her eyes, thinking she was simply tired or maybe her dream had taken a weird turn.
“I had a moment. The doctor told me—”
Dillon wasn’t listening. Instead he walked out of the room. “What’s out here?”
Something was so very wrong.
Hilly grabbed the towel, wrapped it tight around her and walked into the bedroom, ready to spill her guts to her boss hoping he would somehow understand why she was in his hotel suite, not that he was the understanding type. Dillon dealt in facts not emotions.
“I can explain everything,” she said, but he wasn’t in the bedroom. “Mr. Spencer? This is so not funny. Where the heck are you?”
You can learn more about A Shadow at Twilight here: http://bookswelove.net/leo.php