Heather McNamara talks to dead people and tries to bring healing to both the living and the recently deceased. After asking a dating service for someone who accepts her, and her gift, she signs up for a blind date unlike any other. Even if the matchmaking ends up being a dud, her date is set in a plantation crawling with spirits of the past and includes ghost hunting.
Gavin Wright wants to prove ghosts are real. Losing his twin at a young age, he almost believes that if he can prove there is life after death, he can find meaning in why he survived and his brother didn’t. At the chance to get locked in a haunted plantation, he’s thrilled…until he meets his date.
Heather and Gavin fell in love and it fell apart a long time ago. Too afraid of the risks, they let a misunderstanding drive them apart. A couple torn apart years before either Heather or Gavin were born decides to step in and leaves these ghost hunters Hunting for Love.
Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, flogger
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“So, your blind date is ghost hunting? Really?”
The doubt on Michelle’s face didn’t deter her. Heather decided long ago that the right man for her would understand and respect her connection to the other side. She wasn’t interested in an unbeliever and told the blind date service as much in her letter.
“Yes, ghost hunting. There’s an old plantation supposedly writhing in spirits that we’re going to visit. It actually sounds like fun to me.” Heather applied lip gloss. For just a moment, another face seemed to be transposed over hers but she blinked and the illusion was gone. Shaking off the shiver of remembered fear the familiar face caused, she forced a smile for the sake of Michelle.
“I love you, darling, but have I mentioned you’re a bit weird?”
Snorting in laughter, Heather turned to face her best friend. “What’s weird about getting locked in a haunted plantation for the night with a strange man?”
Michelle hugged her. “Nothing at all, dollface. You have at it. Be safe, though. You’re sure the dating service isn’t hooking you up with an axe murderer or a…I don’t know, zombie or something?”
“I’m sure. The dating service comes very highly recommended and even if the date sucks, I can check out the plantation. I’m really looking forward to it.”
Butterflies danced a staccato beat in her stomach. She was looking forward to it but for some reason, tonight felt like one of those crossroads points, one of those epic life moments that change a person forever.
The last time she felt this way…
Nope, not thinking about Gavin. Not now.
Tugging her purse strap up on her arm, she headed for the door. “You have my cell number. I’ll text you. If something goes wrong and he pulls an axe, you’ll be the first person I call.”
Michelle groaned. “See, this is why I worry. The first person you call is the police. Then you call me and tell me the authorities are on their way and you’re hiding in a closet.”
“Yeah, ancient wooden closet door versus axe? And you call me the illogical one?”
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