Steamy Excerpt – A Death That Lingers by Kaylie Newell

A wife leaves her abusive husband, but soon realizes nothing will keep him away. Not even death.

Josie Collins is the wife of a world famous rock star and the envy of nearly every woman in the country. But the horrific truth is her husband wants nothing more than to see her dead.

Josie finally summons the courage to leave her famous, abusive husband and returns to her hometown among the winter wheat of Kansas. When her husband is killed in a fiery car accident while on his way to find her, she thinks she has escaped him at last, but she's wrong. It quickly becomes clear that even in death he has no intention of letting her go.

As Josie develops a rapport with sexy police chief, Paul Stark, trouble begins to brew. There's something special about the tall, mysterious officer with the long jagged scar down his face. But Josie soon learns that he's haunted by a nightmarish past.

Sparks fly in their small, Midwestern town, and as their attraction grows, so does a dead husband's fury. In order to smother this dark, sinister spirit, and perhaps find true and lasting happiness with each other, the living must learn to let go, give in, and leave their ghosts in the past.

Content Warning: Contains sensual sex and some explicit language


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"You've got to tell me if you want this, Josie," he said, his voice low and thick. "Or tell me to stop. Because if we go much further, I don't think I'll be able to."

"Don't stop," she whispered.

Paul's gaze slid down to her lips. It lingered there for a moment before falling further down to the swell of her breasts beneath the puckered neckline of her dress.

Still, he didn't move to touch her again. Her muscles quivered with anticipation. The electricity between their bodies sparked and crackled until she felt like she was being set on fire. She throbbed with heat.

"Touch me, Paul." It was the first time she'd called him by name. It felt dangerous on her tongue and sounded even better. Now, as she saw his pupils explode into shining blackness, she knew he'd wanted to hear it.

He did touch her then, just like she'd imagined a thousand times before. He ran rough fingertips along her jawline, gently tracing the curve of her chin and the outline of her parted lips.

She tilted her head back as he ran his hand down her throat, over its delicate hollow and finally into the stretchy neckline of her dress. Her face grew hot as the blood in her veins gave up and caught on fire too.

He cupped her breast and rubbed his thumb in circles over her nipple, coaxing it into a nub. She closed her eyes and gasped.

Pushing her against the wall, he moved closer. The faint scent of a musky cologne on his skin teased her to the point of dizziness. She opened her eyes to see him watching her with a distinctly male hunger.

"God, you're a beautiful woman." He brought his lips down to where they barely touched hers, his sweet breath caressing her skin. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you." His voice was husky and raw.

He opened his mouth softly against hers and teased her with his tongue, touching it to the insides of her lips just enough so she could taste him. Every time she leaned into him, he leaned back, forcing her to go slow. She stood quaking, barely able to take a normal breath.

Outside, lightning lit up the sky, and for a second, lit up his face with it. She thought then, if she could have devoured him whole, she would have. Unable to resist a second longer, she came the rest of the way and kissed him urgently, shamelessly. She parted his lips with her tongue, until she met his, warm and wet.

He answered with an urgency of his own, kissing her back with such skill she could barely catch her breath. She moaned and pressed closer, feeling his erection on her hip.

His mouth moved down to the base of her neck and suckled the sensitive skin there until she was writhing against him.

She slid her hands up his chest. His navy shirt was crisp and starched, and she felt the rigidness of the bulletproof vest underneath. How he could need it was beyond her. This was the strongest, most capable man she had ever laid eyes on. It seemed impossible that he could be vulnerable to anything.

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