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An Excerpt From: AN EXTREME HAUNTING
Copyright © CHERYL DRAGON, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
Sean O’Brien couldn’t believe he was actually on a plane
headed for Ireland. He was about to spend a weekend on the grounds of his
family’s ancient castle. The inheritance was a surprise. His sister went to
check it out, but when she’d tried to spend the night in the castle she
freaked and ran—swearing she’d seen ghosts and been chased out.
Now Sean had to check things out for himself. He didn’t
believe it was haunted as his sister claimed. It was an old stone castle
with no insulation or modern sounds. But she had been convinced enough to
hire a professional paranormal investigation company to clean the house of
ghosts. Why his sister picked Halloween, he wasn’t sure.
Sean had no intention of letting a creepy team of ghost
hunters loose in the family property without supervision. The kinky rumors
of what happened there didn’t need to be confirmed and on record. If they
were false, it wouldn’t matter but he’d be there to control the flow of
things. And keep an eye on any valuables.
“Mr. O’Brien?” A sexy, short woman with brown curls put
her bag in the overhead and sat down next to him in first class. “I’m Dana
Rayne. Your sister hired me for the castle spirit cleansing.”
Sean looked around and then stared at her with the glare
that sent subordinates scurrying. “I’d rather not discuss that here.” He
had no idea his sister put the ghost hunter on the same flight.
Dana’s peach lips thinned and her brown curls danced as
she nodded. “Of course. I’ll just grab a book. Long flight to Dublin.”
He watched as she stood, twisted to reach into the
overhead compartment and dug through her bag. The lovely round flesh of her
ass tempted him. Dana’s body showed off a fitted green suit that would be
cliché in Ireland. Still, it looked right on her because it matched her
siren eyes. Her body screamed for his attention.
It was a classic torment Sean had endured for years. The
women he dated were dull, skinny and generally blonde. Like the flight
attendant now smiling at him while helping Dana with her book.
The few women who triggered his dark desires, like Dana,
didn’t share his need. He’d dated a few but had yet to find a submissive
who worked for him. Sex wasn’t enough—he wasn’t into clubs and sharing. He
was possessive. Not in it for play or for a variety of women.
Dana finally sat down with a bounce that made him notice
her small breasts. “Sorry.”
“No problem.” He missed the view of her ass but her
front was just as nice. It was going to be a long flight next to her.
As she opened her book and ignored him, Sean leaned
against the window and pretended to nod off.
But he couldn’t sleep—his mind was a creative curse. He
imagined the sultry creature next to him reached into his lap to pleasure
him with her delicate fingers.
When he didn’t object, she grew bolder. Dana wasn’t
trained but he didn’t care—he liked surprises.
“Please tell me what you want,” she said.
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