Title: Sight Unseen
Author: Hunter Raines
Price: $4.99
Word Count: 68,000
Release Date: July
23, 2012
ISBN: 978-14268-9410-7
Genre: Romance,
Male/Male, Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Carina Press
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Daniel Van Doren was once a renowned writer, until he was
blinded in the car accident that killed his lover. Now, all he sees are ghosts
in need of help. They follow him everywhere, and the only way to be rid of his
ethereal visitors is to help them resolve their unfinished business here on
earth so their spirits can find peace.
Ghostwriter Logan Riley is assigned to pen Daniel's
biography. He plans to reveal him as a fraud, but when they meet he's struck by
Danny's quiet sincerity—and a growing attraction. Which makes sticking close to
Danny to find out the truth more than a little distracting.
When they are attacked by a violent poltergeist Logan begins
to believe Danny's not just telling the truth, he's in grave danger. A spirit
has learned how to harness the energy of the living to break through the
barrier between worlds to harm Danny. And Logan may be the one to blame…
EXCERPT (PG13)
He reached the other side of the street
unscathed, and quickened his steps. The coffee shop was less than a block away
and he reached the door, which chimed when he pushed it open, in record time.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and buttery baked goods made his mouth
water.
He stopped just inside the shop, assuming his
visitor would come to him. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Mr. Van Doren, I’m glad you’re here.” The
man grabbed his hand without Danny offering it first, and he bristled at the
unwelcome familiarity. Still, he shook it, noticing the long fingers curled
around his, the texture of the smooth palm against his own.
His attention caught on the mixture of spice
and woodsy notes in the man’s cologne. He’d gotten damn good at recognizing
scents, and this one tugged at his senses. Cedar and mint, with a hint of
coriander.
The pull of attraction caught him unaware. He
allowed it to linger, marveling at how long it had been since his body had
responded so strongly to another person. He leaned in closer, ignoring the fact
that he didn’t know this man, that he couldn’t see him or his surroundings. He
closed his eyes, though it didn’t make the slightest bit of difference, and
pretended, just for a moment, that this could turn into something more than a
business meeting.
Logan pulled away first. “Shall we sit?”
Reeling from the abrupt absence of the man’s
grounding hand against his, Danny turned away quickly in an effort to orient himself.
And suddenly, like a lightning bolt crashing against the night sky, a new ghost
flashed before him.
She had skin like gossamer, ethereal and
white, vivid in its brightness. It made him recall the starkness of a bone
picked clean. Piercing blue eyes stood out in startling contrast to her
bloodless features. Auburn curls cascaded down her back. She wore a dress that
hugged her curves in all the right places, revealing a full bust and plenty of
cleavage. In her hands, she held a ball that seemed to be made of pure light.
The brightness hurt Danny’s eyes, so he looked away.
Beside the woman, the old boxer shifted
sideways a few steps. He eyed the newcomer with confusion, as though she didn’t
belong. He, too, glanced at the brightly lit orb, and then shrank back.
A wave of unease swept through Danny as he
glanced from the boxer to the woman. “There are two of you.” That hadn’t
happened since the accident. Over the past two years the ghosts had come to him
individually, the next appearing just as the previous one vanished. He didn’t
know why. Some kind of ghostly etiquette, maybe, that had each spirit waiting
its turn. There was still so much he didn’t understand about what was happening
to him. It had taken nearly a year and bi-weekly therapy sessions just to come
to terms with the fact that these spirits weren’t illusions or figments of his
seeing past.
“I assure you, I’m alone.” Logan’s voice
dropped a few octaves, and his tone took on a new quality. One he probably
reserved for small children and lunatics. “Why don’t you follow me to a table?
We’ll go somewhere out of the way so we can talk.”
Danny’s head throbbed. He’d talked to ghosts
in public before. Hell, people gave him a wide berth anyway when they saw the
cane. The moment his lips started to move they pushed back even further,
determined to get away from the crazy blind man talking to himself. But tonight
he didn’t want distance, or pity, or sympathy. Not from Logan Reily.
He cleared his throat. “Sorry about that.
Occupational hazard. Give me your arm.”
Logan moved closer, and it didn’t take Danny
long to find and curl his fingers around the man’s elbow. A dart of electricity
singed his fingertips when they made contact with Logan’s bare skin.
Danny didn’t know how to picture this man,
but judging by the corded muscles he could feel in Logan’s arms he didn’t think
he was too far off in imagining a strong, lean torso and well-defined
shoulders. A sprinkling of hair—would it be dark? blond?—felt coarse and
masculine beneath Danny’s grip.
Logan led them to a table. Danny used his
cane to tap the chair before releasing Logan’s arm and feeling his way along
the wooden length of the backrest. Satisfied he knew what to expect, he sank
down into it, set his cane to the side, and folded his hands on top of the
wooden surface. “Well, Mr. Reily, I’m here. Talk.”
“Logan, please, Mr. Van Doren.” He smiled. “It’s
Danny.”
“Danny, then. I’m going to make this quick
and easy.”
“What if I want it slow and hard?” The words
were out before he even knew what he was saying, and now they hung between
them, heavy with suggestion. Heat crept up his cheeks. He couldn’t remember the
last time he’d flirted like a normal human being.
Because he wasn’t. Normal. Not
anymore. Hadn’t been in years. If he needed more proof, the two spirits
standing on either side of him gave him plenty.
EXCERPT (X-RATED)
“Why don’t we talk about what it would take
to convince you to take my deal?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he
cringed. That came out sounding a whole lot sleazier than he’d intended, and
suddenly he wished Danny would refuse. Turn him down flat right then and there
so Logan would be forced to take his chances with Frank. And then, maybe, if he
could work up the courage, he could take a different kind of chance. One he
hadn’t dared take in a long time. He could ask Danny out. No guilt, no
client-writer relationship to ruin. Just two men, getting to know one another.
Danny turned his head, his hazel eyes
glittering with the kind of awareness that made Logan think Danny could see
right through him. But Danny’s focus remained off the mark, just past Logan’s
shoulder. He leaned in, his lips parting on a sigh. “Are you offering something
you haven’t already? Something more enticing than a check? Maybe something a
little more... personal?”
The huskiness in Danny’s voice drew Logan
like a magnet, snapping him out of his self-reproach. He wasn’t seducing Danny
into signing the contract. If anything, Danny was seducing him.
He sucked in a breath, grateful Danny
couldn’t see the way his hands shook as he lifted them. The trembling stopped
the moment he slid his palms against Danny’s cheeks. His fingers delved into
the man’s hair and he cupped Danny’s face, tilting it slightly so his
half-parted lips angled a mere inch away from Logan’s.
He held Danny for what seemed like an
eternity, but couldn’t have been longer than a few heartbeats. Neither man
moved. Danny’s breath was hot, tinged with the scent of Jack Daniels. The aroma
was an aphrodisiac that went straight to Logan’s groin, and every whiff made
his prick flex.
“Just this.” He lowered his head the rest of
the way, his lips ghosting over the tempting fullness of Danny’s mouth.
A groan echoed from Danny’s throat. He closed
the remaining distance between them, fusing them together. His arms wrapped
around Logan. He opened to the kiss, and that simple gesture stripped Logan of
every last doubt.
Their tongues met, brushed against each
other. Logan’s moan was swift, released on a wave of pure lust. Danny tasted
like alcohol and man and desire. He couldn’t get enough.
How long they kissed like that, Logan didn’t
know. He only knew he didn’t want to stop. His fingers explored the broad
expanse of Danny’s chest, undoing buttons as he went. He yanked the dress shirt
out of Danny’s pants, relishing the smooth skin he uncovered beneath. Danny
laced his fingers into Logan’s hair. He pulled Logan closer, deepening the slow
kiss with an aggressive thrust of his tongue.
Logan slid his palm down farther, loving the
flatness of Danny’s belly, the sparse hair guiding his way from Danny’s navel
to the waistband of his pants. He sucked on Danny’s lower lip, drawing it into
his mouth and nipping the full curve before licking that same spot to soothe
it. Danny’s hands dug into his shoulders, his nails biting through Logan’s
shirt and into his skin.
Logan cupped the length of Danny’s cock,
which felt large and heavy in his hand. The shaft throbbed beneath his touch.
“Please.” Danny tilted his head so it hit the
back of the couch.
Logan pressed kisses to the man’s smooth
neck, then paused to lick the dip at the hollow of his throat. Danny’s pulse beat
fast, matching the tempo of Logan’s own thundering heartbeat.
“Please, what?” He was only partly teasing.
The other part of him wanted to hear Danny beg for it.
“I need...” Danny bit down on his lower lip. “This.”
“Ah.” Logan had Danny’s fly undone in less
than two seconds, and he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of Danny’s
boxers. His fingers curved around the hot length of Danny’s shaft. He stroked
once, then squeezed close to the tip. Danny rewarded him with a bead of precome
that slid down his cock. “This?”
Danny gasped. His throat moved as he
swallowed hard. “Y-yes.”
Logan kissed Danny’s luscious mouth one more
time before moving down. His lips left no bit of skin unexplored as he skimmed
every inch of Danny’s chest, pausing to swirl his tongue around the man’s flat
nipples before continuing his journey down to the promised land.
His fingers slid along Danny’s shaft in
smooth, slow strokes, smearing the sticky precome. Logan dipped his tongue into
Danny’s navel, then inched down some more to bury his nose into the nest of
springy hair at Danny’s groin. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of musk
and arousal.
Logan’s cock ached. He pressed his needy
erection into the couch cushions as he settled firmly between Danny’s spread
legs, then guided Danny’s gorgeous dick out through the slit in his boxers.
His breath caught in his throat. “Fuck,
you’re perfect.”
Danny made a sound, something between a snort
and a strangled plea. He felt his way up from Logan’s shoulders to his hair,
and his fingers cupped the back of Logan’s head. “I wish I could see you. Right
now, just like that. With my dick by your mouth.”
“Your dick in my mouth would look even
hotter. I bet it’ll feel damn good too.” Logan licked the swollen tip,
flattening his tongue and pressing it against the bulbous head. He lowered his
lips over the tip, then slid down the shaft.
Danny cried out. He tightened his grip on
Logan’s head. His hips pumped, thrusting his cock deep into Logan’s throat.
Logan struggled to adjust to the thickness.
It had been too long since he’d sucked cock. Much too long since he’d had a
shaft stretch his mouth and invade his throat, and damn it, he wanted to do it
right for Danny.
He worked his way up the hard length and
fisted the base. His hand followed the motions of his mouth, fluidly moving to
the tip before plunging back down. He bobbed along Danny’s stiff erection, but
let his partner set the pace.
Danny’s hips never stilled. He thrust,
fucking Logan’s mouth with deep, hard strokes. Logan rocked with him, finding
his rhythm and letting Danny take his pleasure. His cock bore down into the
couch. The friction of his shaft grinding against the cushion through his jeans
built tension in his sac, until his balls tightened, pulsing with built-up
lust.
He couldn’t resist gripping Danny’s cock
harder, sucking deeper. His cheeks hollowed from the effort. On each stroke,
Logan took the shaft as far into his mouth as he could, so that his hand was
forced to cup Danny’s balls and his nose pressed into the dark curls.
Danny’s movements sped. His rhythm faltered,
becoming erratic and fitful.
Logan worked his own rod against the
cushions. He’d grown used to stroking himself when he wanted to come, but not
having anyone’s touch on his dick was oddly exciting. His sac ached with
pleasure.
The final pistoning of Danny’s hips took them
both over the edge. Come exploded in Logan’s mouth, and he struggled to swallow
it all without missing a drop. The release that had been building in Logan’s
groin rippled along the length of his shaft, and he blew his load inside his
underwear.
Danny cried out, his guttural moans building
as Logan sucked the last of his come. He used his tongue to glide up the shaft,
cleaning Danny off as he went.
His lips were still wrapped around Danny’s
cock when the glass of Jack Daniels flew past his ear and crashed against the
wall.
Author Bio
Hunter Raines leads a double life. By day, she works in a
male-dominated environment as a professional proposal writer responsible for
securing multi-million-dollar accounts. By night, she pens naughty tales of
hunky men doing wonderfully sexy things to each other. Her coworkers think
they're the source of her inspiration, and she doesn't have the heart to tell
them otherwise.
Hunter is the author of numerous short stories and novellas,
and she holds an Honors B.A. in English Literature. When she's not working or
writing, she can be found curled up in her library of more than four thousand
books, or playing video games with her husband.
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