Thursday, November 29, 2012

CLARISSA by Kissa Starling

CLARISSA by Kissa Starling

Reuniting ghost lovers proves to be the easy task. How will she ever find her own true destiny?

Clarissa has traveled halfway around the world to Scotland hoping to escape her sordid past and begin anew. What she finds is two unruly children, a single father who travels, a elderly cook and a couple of ghosts who demand to be reunited. It's hard to figure out who plans to give her the most trouble- the children or the ghost of a kind long since passed.
Will it all be worth it in the end and what must Clarissa do to obtain her own happiness?

“You’ll have to ride on the back of my horse. Leave your things here and I’ll ride back for them.”
“But, what if someone takes them? I don’t have much but this is mine.”
His eyes turned dark and his voice became gruff. “You’re not in Atlanta, Ms. Randolph. People don’t steal from their neighbors here.”
That said, Jordan turned to mount his massive horse. That’s when she saw that the leather chaps he wore stopped right below his oh so squeezable butt. Her hand reached for his right cheek. Fortunately for her he sat upon the horse within a matter of seconds. What in the world was I thinking? I haven’t been away from men that long.
Clarissa grabbed the hand offered to her. Jordan lifted her up with ease and she took hold of the back of his vest to hoist herself over the animal’s rear.
“Hold on tight. No time to dally. There’s chores to be done.”
Clarissa clutched for dear life. He commanded the horse into a flat out run. It wasn’t so bad. She snuggled into Jordan’s back and inhaled the smell of worn leather. It had always turned her on but she couldn’t explain why. She’d neither worn nor owned anything leather- ever.
The movement of the horse between her legs unnerved her. Her rain and sweat soaked shirt dried partially in the wind, causing her to shiver. The temperature had dropped outside since the rainfall and her breasts poked out causing a bit of embarassment.
Her hands gripped some of the most firm-shaped abs she could imagine. How nice it would be to rub herself against this warrior of a man. Maybe they could keep one another company after her duties were done for the day. She hadn’t even made it to her new residence and already dirty thoughts crept into her dirty mind.
How could she help herself? Any woman would melt like butter just from looking at this stable man, much less touching him. Focus, Clarissa, focus. You need this job and all that it entails. That was the difference between needing a job and merely wanting one.
“Almost there, lass.”
Her skin tingled with excitement and goosebumps popped up on her arms.

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