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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot [MultiFormat]
eBook by Selah March
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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
eBook Description:  Leo Delacroix regrets the day he discovered his psychic talents. Being called on to find missing loved ones and rid houses of angry spirits is messy, exhausting work. But he knows it would be wrong to turn away from his gifts when he's helping so many people. Tommy Mulvaney knows something about regret, too. He regrets not being there to save his sister, Missy, the night she was pushed from a balcony by unseen hands. He regrets Missy's anger and frustration at being out of commission and unable to run the family paranormal investigation business. Mostly, he regrets that it's Missy in the wheelchair and not him. When Leo and Tommy meet at Nil-Chance, a house with a dark and sordid history, they find the attraction between them to be undeniable. But before they can explore their feelings for each other, they must defeat whatever haunts Nil-Chance... Or die trying. Genres: Gay / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings / Psychic Phenomena / BDSM (Light) / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2009
30 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [166 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [168 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [127 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [513 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [140 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [154 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [187 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [338 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [210 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [116 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [146 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [189 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [208 KB]
Words: 40834
Reading time: 116-163 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"5 Stars!... A first-rate paranormal adventure!...A well-written, scary story peopled with great characters...The plot is wonderful. The events happen fast and furious; it really kept my interest. Within moments of entering the house, things start occurring and hardly let up until the last page. Things are never what they seem and that kept me engaged and guessing...This is a great roller-coaster ride--a scary haunted house, some hot sex, and surprises around every corner. I highly recommend this story."--Matthew, Rainbow Reviews
"4 Angels!...Readers who love a good horror story are going to find Whiskey Tango Foxtrot by Selah March to be a custom fit. This is a spine-chilling novella that puts its characters through a wringer and doesn't let up on them for the duration of the story...As the story progresses, the tension mounts to almost the point of combustion. Ms. March has portrayed evil very well, and this reader stayed glued to the story in horrified fascination until the very end. Well done!"--Whitney, Fallen Angel Reviews "4 Blue Ribbons!...Selah March has a well-written story that is sensual, exciting and chilling all at the same time. There were times when I was truly scared...The haunted house takes on a life of its own. The sexual chemistry between Leo and Tom is exciting and very hot and I also enjoyed following the development of their relationship as they grow closer. This story had me on the edge of my seat until the end."--Christina, Romance Junkies
Leo laughed again, gravel-rough and rumbling. The buzz against Tommy's skin made him shiver like a struck tuning fork, which in turn made him pull away and fight for a little equilibrium. He was Tommy Mulvaney, for Christ's sake--the guy one of Missy's girlhood friends had called "the biggest slut north of the equator." He'd spent his twenties honing his technique on all the available men and half the women in South Boston, and he'd be damned if he'd let some psychic brainiac get the better of him, no matter how good he looked or how well he kissed.
Leo grinned down at him, as if he knew exactly what Tommy was thinking and it amused him to no end. "Let me guess--you want to know how a geek like me learned to seduce a guy like you, right?"
Shit. Really gotta work on the poker face.
"I told you to quit reading my mind." Tommy looked away and tried to scowl, and was pretty sure he failed spectacularly, mostly because of the way Leo's pelvis rolled against his, slow and inevitable as the tide.
"And I told you I'm half-Cajun. Seduction's bred in the blood, cher." The sudden deepening of Leo's bayou accent made him sound older and a lot more sure of himself. Plus...
The stammer's gone again.
Tommy snapped his gaze back to Leo's face.
But Leo's expression was open and guileless. When he kissed Tommy again, there was nothing but sweet heat and the nag of Tommy's conscience reminding him what an irresponsible fuck-up he was to let this happen.
"You all right?" Leo asked, his lips moving along Tommy's jaw.
And yes, Tommy was all right. Tommy was better than all right--he was fan-fucking-tastic--but that didn't change how out of control this was getting, or how it needed to stop. Like, yesterday. Yet every time he tried to speak, Leo shut him up with a hard little bite to his bottom lip.
"Leo," he tried to say, and it came out like the dirtiest groan this side of a porno flick. Not exactly the discouraging note he was going for. He needed to pull his shit together and--
"Shh." Leo's hands came up to cradle Tommy's face, like he was something precious. "You think too much."
Tommy would never admit it--not on pain of death--but it was the tenderness in Leo's touch that undid him. Nobody touched him like that. He guessed maybe he didn't invite tenderness or care. And that was fine, since he had no need for either.
So why, when Leo smoothed his hands down over Tommy's shoulders, did Tommy feel something in his chest crack open and give way? He heard himself make some stupid, girly noise. Then Leo pulled him closer, trapping Tommy's cock between them and turning the discomfort of his arousal into a sharp ache of need.
Leo bent and whispered, his breath like a jet of steam against Tommy's ear and neck. "I know you're used to being in control. You want me to back off?"
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