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Praise for "Stage Fright":

"I am a fan of this series. Ghosts and real estate. What could be better? When Toni helps check out an old theater, she is instantly drawn to the sexual energy of accused arsonist, Kip. His residual energy haunts the old place. With the help of the ghost hunting crew and a photographer that has also passed on to the other side, Toni solves the mystery of who really burned down the old theater. Sexy and smoking hot, this story was a very pleasant paranormal read with some phantasmagorical love scenes that will make you wish you had a ghost in residence. (I know I did. Mmmmm.)

Gabrielle Holly has done a great job with this book and I enjoyed it immensely."  Rating: 4.5/5  ~Erzabet Bishop Erotica

Praise for the Ghost Encounters series:

"Is there an 'Adopt A Ghost' store anywhere? After reading this trilogy, I seriously think there should be! These stories have a way of jumping off the page and grabbing your attention from the start.

You first meet our unlikely heroine, Toni, in Solider of Love. She's a burnt out career woman with a dead beat boyfriend, looking for a change of pace. She wasn't quite expecting that change to come in the form of a haunted inn or finding out she's a spiritual medium! Enter sexy paranormal investigator, Thomas Becker. When these two get together, the sparks fly! Add in the ghost of civil war solider, John Beckman, with the unnerving habit of copping a feel and that spark becomes explosive! It'll leave you asking for more...

And more is what you get! Toni and Thomas' story continues in A Triple Scoop of I Scream when Toni buys an ice cream parlor haunted by lovers, Vinnie and Daisy. Things start heating up when Toni and Thomas meet psychic, Liam Greco, and this duo becomes one hell of a love triangle.

Unfortunately, in Stage Fright, the trio is soon on the rocks! Jealousy and insecurities push Toni to strike out alone to investigate a theater haunted by the ghost of bad boy 'Kip'. After a heated encounter with Kip, Toni sets out on a mission to prove he isn't the criminal history makes him out to be. In the process, Toni
learns what's important and what it is she can't live without!

All in all, this series is amazing. It's very thoughtfully written with enough heat to leave you blushing! I'd give it a 4.5 out of 5.0 only because I'm greedy and wish the stories were longer! Definitely a must read for paranormal romance lovers!~Paranormal Romance Junkies

About the "Ghost Encounters" series:

Follow reluctant spiritual medium Toni Bianchi as she discovers the extent of her powers over ghosts and men.  Toni's powerful sexual energy acts as a conduit for wayward spirits and affects the mortals around her. 
     Her impulsive nature and misguided business sense lead her into a string of odd real estate ventures with one common amenity – each has a resident ghost who needs Toni's special gift to help find eternal peace through earthly gratification.  
     Toni is guided through her adventures by the quirky cast and crew of the hit television ghost-hunting show "Paranormal Research Team".  Sexy host Thomas Becker hopes that Toni can help him prove that ghosts exist and he's glad to step in when the paranormal encounters turn erotic. 
     Will Toni be able to manage her ghost encounters long enough to forge a lasting human connection?

About "Stage Fright"
Book 3
Ghost Encounters Series

Psychic medium Toni Bianchi’s love triad with sexy TV ghost hunter Thomas Becker and hot telepath Liam Greco is on the rocks. The men’s jealousies flare and Toni is caught in the middle. Faced with some tough decisions, she longs for escape. When her mysterious friend Mike Briggs asks her to help renovate the haunted movie theatre he’s just purchased, she jumps at the chance to get out of town and get some distance from her lovers.

An angry spirit haunts the old movie house seeking pardon for a crime he didn’t commit. When Toni makes intimate contact with the theatre’s resident ghost - 1950s troublemaker, Kip Monroe - she falls under the spell of his unique sexual magic. He convinces her that he was wrongly accused and makes Toni promise to help clear his name. In the process, she uncovers long-buried secrets about the living and the dead. She learns that all of the men in her life –ghosts, humans and everything in between – are just full of surprises.

(Please note this book is formatted for London-based publisher Total-E-Bound. All spellings are UK English)

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… A puff of warm air stirred the curls at the side of her neck. Toni’s muscles tensed. “Try it on,” a voice whispered in her ear. An invisible touch swept across her collarbones then trailed downwards until a ghostly hand cupped her breast and squeezed. An electric tingle spiralled over her flesh before concentrating at her nipple. The excited skin puckered and hardened. “Ah,” Toni breathed. Her eyelids felt heavy and she let them slide halfway closed.

“Try it on,” the voice urged.

The sensation of being touched faded and Toni protested at the loss of it. A delicious warmth spread outwards from the pit of her stomach. Her limbs felt loose and heavy, as if she’d been drugged. She lifted her arms to the front of her blouse and slowly undid the buttons, then tossed the shirt behind the sofa. Her boots and the rest of her clothes followed. Toni’s bare skin seemed hypersensitive. She stood motionless for a moment, waiting—hoping—for the phantom touch to return.

“Try it on!” the voice demanded. This time it was not in her ear, it filled the entire suite and the tone was impatient.

Toni snatched up the gown and reflexively held it against her naked body then looked nervously around the room. It was empty. With shaking hands, she pulled the covered buttons from their loops then stepped into the confusing layers of fabric. Once she’d slipped it on, she could see that it was a plunging halter-topped gown with a tightly fitted midriff and full skirt. She contorted to fasten the buttons at the small of her back then secured the straps behind her neck with hidden pairs of hook-and-eye closures. Her full breasts fit into the tailored top as if it had been custom made for her. The gathered bodice looked effortless, but the foundation was constructed for support. It was a marvel of fashion engineering.

At the bottom of the garment bag she found a black velvet pouch. She loosened the drawstring and pulled out a pair of beaded sling back sandals. They too were a perfect fit. Toni turned and admired her reflection in the viewing window. She closed her eyes, swivelled her hips and smiled at the rustle of the tulle and the brush of the luxurious fabric against her bare legs.

The sweet fragrance of roses filled the air and she could hear the murmur of a cocktail party. Beneath the din was instrumental music, accompanied by the unmistakable crackle of an old phonograph record. Toni pulled the floral scent into her lungs. She detected cigar and cigarette smoke and opened her eyes. She was surrounded by men in tuxedos and women in long party gowns at least two decades older than her own dress. They were clustered in groups, lounging on the sofa and gathered around the Victrola. The festive atmosphere was contagious.

A couple stood just inches from her left shoulder. The woman was wisp thin and stood with her pelvis thrust forward, a delicate hand resting on her sharp hipbone. The man took a sip of his martini. “…and that’s when I told the old chap that I’d sooner ride an elephant through a monsoon.” The woman threw back her head and let out an exaggerated laugh. The insincerity of the reaction was obviously lost on the man, who provocatively raised an eyebrow. Toni shook her head. Maybe that’s the 1930s version of a faked orgasm, she thought.

Toni reached out and waved her hand in the space between the couple’s faces. They took no notice of her. The woman slipped a silver case from her handbag, pulled out a cigarette and tapped it on the lid before sliding it between her red lips. “Those things will kill you, you know,” Toni said. The ghost ignored the warning and batted her lashes as her date flicked his lighter with a flourish. Toni chuckled. “I’m sure the smoking didn’t do you in. You probably starved to death. Eat a sandwich for God’s sake, woman!”

The noise in the room suddenly diminished as if someone had dialled down a volume knob.

“They liked ‘em skinny back then.”

Toni wheeled around towards the door to face the source of the voice. A young man leaned against the doorjamb. His dishwater blond hair was greased into a pompadour. The collar of his scuffed black leather jacket was turned up and he wore a tight white T-shirt, jeans and black boots.

“Kip?” Toni asked.

He affected a bow then strode to where she stood. “At your service, doll.”

Kip circled Toni, making no effort to hide his frank appraisal of her. She stood in place but turned her head to follow him. He passed right through the images of the other ghosts and when he’d completed his circuit, he let out a long wolf whistle. “That getup suits you.”

Toni felt a flush creep over her chest and into her cheeks. Kip swept the back of his hand over her face. She was surprised that his touch felt warm and solid. “Aw, why so shy, honey?”

“Toni,” she corrected.

“Toni,” he repeated softly. “That suits you too.”

He swept his gaze over her again from head to toe then slowly shook his head. “Mm. Mm. Mm.”

His brazenness was unnerving. Toni smoothed her hands over the front of her dress. “Who’s was this?” she asked.

“Preston’s wife’s. You fill it out better though. You look kind of like her—prettier—and she had red hair.”

“You two were an item?”

Kip laughed. “To hear the old man tell it, yeah. He was a jealous son of a bitch. We flirted, sure, but it was just for kicks. I never laid a hand on her—well almost never. I kissed her once. Not that I didn’t want to do more. All those curves. Man! A guy can dream. Right?”

“So why didn’t you go through with it?”

“Let’s just say we got interrupted. But that’s not going to happen to us. Is it, doll?” The ghost scooped up Toni’s hand and squeezed. A jolt of energy radiated up her arm and she jerked away…

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