Dream
Across Time
Raritan
Manor Ranch Book 1
by
C. R. Moss
Genre:
Paranormal Romance, Time Travel
A
woman in love. A ghost in need. A man possessed.
Evelyn
Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost,
Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her dreams.
Quinn
VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes
she’d stop saying they can’t be together.
While
at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes
rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all.
Alex, though, has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house
cat, Myrddin, comes around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants
Eve with a passion.
Caught
between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up
his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn
to stop being caught between two worlds?
A deep, warm laugh rumbled from him.
“You think it’s funny that I’m going
nuts?” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him over the horse’s
back.
Quinn moved around the horse. “You
are not going insane.”
As Quinn took another step toward
her, she took a step back. “That’s what Julie says. I’m not convinced, though.”
With every step she took, Quinn
matched it. In a deep, sultry voice he uttered, “My beautiful, intelligent
Evelyn, your mind is very sound.”
Her butt hit the building. Standing
in a pile of broken hay stalks, her gaze fixed on Quinn’s eyes, and her breaths
came in short rasps. Her mind didn’t feel sound at all, neither did her body.
Pulse racing, heart pounding against her chest, she seemed in the midst of
losing control. All her senses heightened until colors were brighter. She
looked past Quinn at the gentle slopes of the mountain range nearby and the
deep blue sky.
He stood an inch before her. She
breathed in his musky, masculine scent. Her clothes tightened and scratched
against her sensitive skin. Though under a warm sun, a shiver raked her body.
How could a man rob her of control, of her senses?
Quinn placed his hands on the
building, trapping her between his arms. “Tell me,” his husky voice whispered
in her ear. “What has gotten you so bothered you think you are going crazy?”
The heat radiating between their
close bodies sent ripples of desire through her. She shuddered.
“Well?”
“You,” she whispered in return, not
meeting his gaze. “These dreams. They’re interrupting my life. I’m letting my
relationship with you interfere with everything I do when I’m awake. Any good
psychiatrist would have a field day with me.” Evelyn paused, took a deep breath
to calm her excited body.
Since he towered over her by at
least a foot, she talked to his chest. The white shirt, pulled taut over his
front, showed the outlines of his well-defined muscles. She wanted to touch
them. Evelyn clenched her fists at her sides, taking in another deep breath,
and looked up. “It’s gotten to the point where Julie thinks I’m in love—”
“Are you?” Quinn interrupted, a hint
of pleading tainted his voice.
His question caught her off guard.
She hadn’t thought about the possibility of love, of discussing their feelings
for each other. She didn’t answer, and her lack of response brought an
expression of sadness to Quinn’s features. She cared for him, but love? How
could she love someone who wasn’t real, someone who existed before her birth?
Someone who’s a ghost?
Quinn turned his back to her. “I
thought… never mind.”
The misery in his voice pinged at
her soul. “Quinn.” She put a hand on his shoulder to halt him from leaving.
“I’m sorry. I can’t love you. You’re not real.”
His body tensed beneath her fingers.
Quinn turned back to her and her hand fell to his chest. He held it there.
“Damn it, Evelyn. Stop talking nonsense. I am real.”
She couldn’t deny that fact. His
hands were warm. His heart beat strong and steady. Her eyes widened and she
gazed up into his passion-filled gaze. She wished she wasn’t dreaming.
“Let me show you how real I am.” His
lips descended onto hers.
All the blood rushed from her head
and her knees weakened. She leaned into his body for support. His arms wrapped
around her. Every nerve fired at his touch. His lips parted and his tongue
coaxed her mouth open.
Too dazed to resist, she copied his
motions, and the gentle kiss blazed into a raging fire. Their mouths, hot and
hungry, moved against each other’s in perfect harmony. Evelyn’s arousal gained
momentum. She swirled her tongue against his in wild abandon, learning the
sweet taste of him. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she held on to the
moment for dear life.
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Journey
Across Time
Raritan
Manor Ranch Book 2
There
is magic on the ranch...
A
woman examining life. A man on a quest. Time restores his spirit and
her love.
Trent,
a man in the past on a mission to discover where he belongs, embarks
on a spiritual journey. His spirit guide, to his dismay, is a frisky
feline named Myrddin. During a ritual, the cat brings the soul
searcher forward into Julie VanAlder’s world.
Julie
is attracted to the newcomer on the ranch, but his strange mannerisms
and speech dictate she use caution, especially when she learns where
he’s from. A botched relationship, supposed time travel, spiritual
mumbo jumbo…it’s almost too much for Julie to take.
Can
Trent make her believe in destiny and win her love before it’s too
late?
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But
now Trent doesn’t even look like he was ever affected by the car ride. Amazed at how
much energy he had, she sat up and crossed her legs. Boy, what a sight he is.
Trent, shirtless and showing off his
built body, strolled from the water, moving with precision. The women around
her tittered, whispering fast and lewd phrases about “the hunk.” Her gaze swung
to one group of females whose attentions and words confirmed their obvious
appraisals of the man. She looked back at Trent. His quadriceps rippled with
each stride, fighting against the sand’s resistance. He stopped and wiped his
forehead. Beads of water trailed down his light brown skin, glistening on him
like pixie dust. He bent over, then quickly straightened. His long black hair
made an arc in the air, casting off the seawater. Trent ran his fingers through
his slick and shiny locks.
Poseidon
come to life. Beautiful Greek god incarnate. Julie sighed. No wonder he's making the women flap their
lips. If one of her girlfriends were nearby, she’d be chatting up a storm
with them about him too.
Her pussy warmed, as did her breasts. He
seemed to be a heady dose of sizzling hormones just by looking at him, making
her body flush with desire that rolled into a burning need.
She shook her head. Stop thinking about how handsome he is! Just friends. That's all it can be. With him or any man since I don’t want my heart broken again.
He sauntered over and retrieved a bottle
of water from a cooler. After taking a long draught, he proceeded to dump the
water over his head. He ran his fingers through his wet hair again. A
mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes. His gaze traveled over her, then to the
other sunbathers around them. A smile lit his face and faint lines creased
around his deep brown eyes, slanted provocatively.
She lifted an eyebrow. “What’s that look
for?”
He chuckled. “I am astounded by all the
scantily clad women…showing much more than just an ankle.” He watched a tall,
thin blonde dressed in a bikini walk by, his head turning as she passed. “How
decadent and scandalous...arousing, actually. I may not be able to contain
myself.” His gaze whipped back to Julie and he winked.
Drawn to him by his charm, Julie rolled
her eyes and smiled back. She couldn’t help it. Talk about arousing. His six-pack abs were right there, two feet
from her face. All she’d have to do was lean forward, extend her hand, trail a
finger along the dark divots of the muscles.
Maybe
friends with benefits?
A
Wish Across Time
Raritan
Manor Ranch Book 3
A
woman once shunned. A man now changed. There’s a thin line between
love and hate.
When
Wiccan practitioner Cassandra VanAlder encounters a man from her past
who’d broken her heart, she casts some spells to help herself while
wishing karma would deal out some payback. The spells turn against
her, and before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him
again.
Ryan
Keene finds Cassandra enchanting and feels he’s met her somewhere
before. She and her best friend, Debi, won’t give him any clues as
to her identity. He loves challenges and doesn’t plan to back off
from her until he finds the answers he seeks. He's told he has three
dates to win her over.
Will
she close off her heart or will she allow herself to feel again?
Her gaze darted from the paper to
the people at the altar. Rings. Her
heart sank in anguish. Sorrow sat heavy on her stomach. She fingered the black
cat pin she wore on the lapel of her navy blue jacket. The handmade accessory
was an artist’s rendition of her cat, Myrddin.
That night, long ago, when Ryan had
dumped her, a kitten had wandered out of the tree line surrounding the mountain
home of her childhood and into her life. The cat seemed to have known she
needed consoling. It only took an instant for the two of them to become
attached to each other. Myrddin grew to be a great companion and familiar.
Cassandra had the pin created and cast a spell on it to always stay connected
and comforted by her feline friend. Sometimes she wondered if Myrddin would
have trotted out of the tree line had she and Ryan stayed together.
Ryan rubbed the back of his neck
again and glanced into gathered throng of guests. His haunting gaze caught
hers.
“Ryan…psst…Ryan,” the groom uttered.
Ryan shook his head and looked at
the man in front of him. Subdued snickers tittered through the sanctuary.
“The rings, please?” The minister
held out his hand.
“Oh, geez, sorry,” Ryan stammered,
shoved his hand into his pocket, and fumbled to remove the rings. He held the
bands out in the palm of his hand.
The minister blessed them and handed
one to Lara and the other to the groom. Jeffrey placed the band on Lara’s
finger, repeating the words per the minister’s prompts, “I give you this ring
as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. As I place it on your finger, I commit
my heart and soul to you. I ask you to wear this ring as a reminder of the vows
we have spoken today, our wedding day, and as a reminder of my undying love for
you.”
Cassandra drew
in a shuddering breath. Way back when, on an autumn evening,
Ryan had almost said the same to her during a romantic moment. Remembering his
words, tears clouded her eyes. You’re my love. My heart and soul I promise to you with this ring.
He had then slipped a silver ring with a solid, milky white opal heart shape onto her right
finger, the humps facing her nail, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Her
heart had been captured.
What a fool I was then.
Ryan glanced
her way again.
She traced the
edge of her pin and nibbled her lip. Was he trying to place her? Figure out who
she was? A shiver ran through her body.
“Cass? Are you
all right? You’ve gone pale,” Julie murmured near her ear.
Cassandra
nodded, keeping her gaze glued to the wedding ceremony while toying with the
cat pin. Calm yourself. You’re not that
young girl anymore.
Lara took the other ring. She placed
the band on Jeffrey’s finger and repeated the vows, “I give you this ring as a
symbol of my love and faithfulness. As I place it on your finger, I commit my
heart and soul to you. I ask you to wear this ring as a reminder of the vows we
have spoken today, our wedding day, and as a reminder of my undying love for
you.”
“By the power vested in me by the
State of Nevada,” the reverend stated, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss each other.”
Jeffrey and Lara sealed their vows.
Ryan took one more look in her direction. One of his eyebrows rose in tandem
with the corner of his lips.
Her gaze
widened. No. He can’t remember. I can’t deal with him. I don’t want to deal
with any man, not after what he did—and after the fiasco with Charlie. She
touched her pin and chanted under her breath, begging the universe to make him
forget any memories he had of her.
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