New Release Estella is on edge. Why? The Bone Cruncher wants to collect his debt early. What's a girl to do? Get her zombie lover to do her dirty work for her of course, while she entertains you with tea and a ghost hunter sandwich....
MidNight, a paranormal show, transformed Lindsay from a jittery legal assistant into an almost famous presenter. Ghost Hunting was the last job Lindsay ever expected to see herself doing, or loving. Best of all, the show helped her face fears of the dark and her own shadow. If only she could conquer Walker, too, her long time just-good-friends buddy.
When her co-host Debra puts an offer of a threesome on the table after a live filming at York Castle Prison, Lindsay takes it into careful consideration. A ménage with Walker and her nemesis will complete her confidence trip. But when things start going bump in the night, will three be a crowd?
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She made a beeline for Walker.
So did Debra.
“Whoa, ladies.” He held his hands up in surrender. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”
“Fun-ny. I was about to ask if you needed help cleaning this place up.”
“We have guys for that.” Debra flicked her luscious locks back, and they naturally fell into a super-perfect Kelly from Charlie’s Angels style. “More like she was hoping for a shag. Sorry, Lindsay, but Walker is taken.”
Lindsay formed tight fists, and her shoulders rounded slightly. “I don’t think so. He wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire.”
“I beg to differ.” Debra pouted.
Walker grabbed Lindsay’s arm and dragged her along the darkened, narrow corridors and into a deserted jail cell. Moonlight streamed through the small box window above, giving only a glimmer of light and setting shadows dancing on the walls as he moved.
“Walker?”
“It’s not what you think.” He ran a hand through his thick, dirty-blond hair and frowned.
“If you’ve poked her, it’s exactly what I think it is.”
“Debra and me, it’s just—”
“La. La. La. Too much information.”
“Not enough, if you ask me.” Debra popped her head around the corner, slunk into the room, and held up a huge ring of ancient iron keys. She selected one and locked the heavy door behind her. “I’m happy to share. More than happy.”
“I know.” Walker grinned then shook his head and glanced back at Lindsay with a pleading expression and puppy-dog eyes. “But I don’t think Lindsay is.”
“You figured right.”
She made a beeline for Walker.
So did Debra.
“Whoa, ladies.” He held his hands up in surrender. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”
“Fun-ny. I was about to ask if you needed help cleaning this place up.”
“We have guys for that.” Debra flicked her luscious locks back, and they naturally fell into a super-perfect Kelly from Charlie’s Angels style. “More like she was hoping for a shag. Sorry, Lindsay, but Walker is taken.”
Lindsay formed tight fists, and her shoulders rounded slightly. “I don’t think so. He wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire.”
“I beg to differ.” Debra pouted.
Walker grabbed Lindsay’s arm and dragged her along the darkened, narrow corridors and into a deserted jail cell. Moonlight streamed through the small box window above, giving only a glimmer of light and setting shadows dancing on the walls as he moved.
“Walker?”
“It’s not what you think.” He ran a hand through his thick, dirty-blond hair and frowned.
“If you’ve poked her, it’s exactly what I think it is.”
“Debra and me, it’s just—”
“La. La. La. Too much information.”
“Not enough, if you ask me.” Debra popped her head around the corner, slunk into the room, and held up a huge ring of ancient iron keys. She selected one and locked the heavy door behind her. “I’m happy to share. More than happy.”
“I know.” Walker grinned then shook his head and glanced back at Lindsay with a pleading expression and puppy-dog eyes. “But I don’t think Lindsay is.”
“You figured right.”