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To Die For anthology
by Blog Admin on Sep.15, 2009, under New Releases
| Title | To Die For Ghost Anthology |
| Author | Victor Banis |
| PA Brown | |
| Patric Micheal | |
| ISBN# | 978-1-60820076-4 (print) |
| 978-1-60820-077-1 (ebook) | |
| Release Date | September 2009 |
Through snow, storms and fire, love is strong and protects. These three stories tell tales of lasting love, old love, family love and new love through it all.
Victor J. Banis, Patric Michael and P.A. Brown bring us three tales of love that endures and protects. LORIN’S BACK by Victor J. Banis has a self-centered ghost that shows his past love that old friends can burn fire bright as lovers. Family love and a new love conquer the glowing hell during a storm in A LIGHT OF DIFFERENT MOON by Patric Michael. And P.A. Brown’s ghost shines his love through the snow to protect and guide a new love to his partner left behind in ANGEL LIGHT. Through snow, storms and fire, love is strong and protects.
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The first time, he came for cocktails. I suppose that should not have seemed too surprising. After all, there were a dozen other people there for the same purpose and, also, ostensibly to meet my fiancée, Margo Sellers, although most of them had known her longer than I had.
So the addition of another male guest, even an unexpected one, shouldn’t have been altogether alarming. There’s usually at least one uninvited guest at every such function. However, there is nothing quite so likely to create a sensation at a cocktail party as the appearance of a male guest in the raw.
For one thing, there is the breach of etiquette to consider. It implies either a gauche ignorance on the part of the guest, or inadequate information on the part of the host. For another thing, it tends to discomfort the other guests who, at the very least, are certain to feel overdressed.
“Of all the nerve,” I thought angrily, staring in astonishment at the naked body posed in the doorway. Granted, it was quite a spectacular body, lean and hard and deliciously hung. It was annoying nonetheless. “And just like Lorin, too,” I thought. (continue reading…)

