Sexy New Paranormal Romance from Sam Cheever – Trick or Devil

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When you “read” ghosts for a living, Halloween can be a bit hectic. Even so, Samantha Straeng hadn’t planned on a swashbuckling devil carrying her off to Hell.

For Samantha Straeng, Halloween, which happens to be her busiest time of year, is about to get even more complicated than usual. The drop dead gorgeous man who just walked into her ghost reading business, Back from the Brink, unfortunately isn’t there to hire her for a reading. He has some strange notion of dragging her waaaaay South, where temps are in the thousands and the only thing she’d be reading was a scorched copy of Dante’s Inferno.

Sam has no intention of going to Hell, no matter how sexy her escort is. So she squelches his plans the only way she knows how, using her powers as a witch and her ability to make use of a ghostly cast of characters to escape.

What she wasn’t counting on was just how determined her sexy devil is. And how far he’ll go to win her over.

5-stars

“I thoroughly enjoyed reading this delightful and entertaining book, I found the book to be witty and extremely hilarious at times. This book covers: a feisty witch and ghost whisperer with a attitude (Samantha Straeng). A dark angel/demon stunned by Samantha attitude (Captain Horacio Barabossa). A baddie and escapee from hell (Barrackas). The story-line and plot is well thought out and is exceptionally well written. The characters are well developed with personalities and have feelings of needs, lust and desires. I would recommend this book to people who like to read a well written humorous and entertaining book.” 5 Star Reader Review

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“They call you Samantha Straeng, yes?”

“That’s my name.” She cocked her head, her fingers fumbling nervously with the deck of tarot cards. “Do you need me to read somebody for you? A recently deceased relative? A nemesis from the nether regions?”

The vision in pantaloons frowned. “Why would I do that? If I wanted to talk to someone in Hell I’d just talk to them.”

Her eyes went wide. “Oh. So you’re a reader too?” His obvious hostility suddenly made sense. She cocked a hip. “Look, Black Beard…”

He scrubbed a big, square hand over his jaw. “I have no beard, black or otherwise.” His gaze narrowed on her. “Are you mad?”

Sam shrugged. “Not anymore. But I’ll admit that last spook tweaked my temper strings a bit.”

He crossed densely muscled arms over his chest. The shirt gaped open again and Sam wanted to sigh. “You speak strangely, witch.”

“I speak strangely?” She laughed. “That’s rich. Who the hell says lass?” She indicated his clothing. “And dresses like a pirate? You know Halloween isn’t for a few hours.”

Her visitor cast a gaze the color of storm-tossed seas over himself. One dark gold eyebrow peaked. “What is wrong with my clothing?”

She shook her head. “Look, bud…”

“My name is not Bud, nor is it Black Beard.” To her great entertainment, he bowed, extending one pantalooned leg, complete with tall leather boots that ended in wide cuffs just below his knees. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Captain Horacio Barabossa and I have come to engage your services.”

Her eyes went wide. “Captain?” Something about the man was off. Instinctively, Sam used her evaluative powers to read his aura, finding it much darker than it should have been. There was also a golden haze of sulfur glowing on the edges, which told her he carried a type of magic not often seen on the earthly plane. He wasn’t human. She’d stake her license on that. But then the obvious question became, What is he?

“At your service.” He threw a small bag onto the table before her. It hit with a jangle and a thump that made it sound heavy. “What’s that?”

“Payment for your services.” He reached out and wrapped long, strong fingers around her wrist. “Come, time is of the essence.”

Samantha yanked her arm away from him and stepped back, her fingers already forming the signs for the spell she would need. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what this is about.”

His golden brows lowered, his lush lips pursing. “There is no time.”

A gossamer web appeared on the air between them and began to twine itself into an expelling enchantment. Her fingers dipped and spun on the air, her magic swelling. “You’re gonna have to make time, Barbie. I’m not going with you until I know what you want me to do.”

His frown deepened, then suddenly cleared, only to be replaced by a smile.

Her fingers stuttered in their spell-making and Sam sucked in a breath, lost in a sea of lust built of square chin, full, kissable mouth and dimples as deep as the blue in his gaze. She should have known she was in trouble.

There was more than one way to bewitch a person. He bowed again. “Forgive me for intruding. I will look elsewhere for assistance.”

Sam frowned, her fingers drooping from the spell, and then she nodded. “Okay, I’m so…”

Quick as a snake he whipped around, wrapped an arm as hard as iron around her waist, and stepped into a portal of sparking, silver swirls with her.

 

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