Invisible Touch

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When Bonnie spurns the sexual advances of a real creep, she suddenly finds herself invisible to any man she finds attractive. She soon learns that the creepy man she turned down is also an amateur sorcerer who has placed an invisibility curse on her. Now he's threatening to make it permanent unless she agrees to spy on his boss, a man Bonnie finds irresistible. She just can't keep her hands from exploring his sexy body!

At first Jared thinks he's going crazy. He knows he's embracing a delicious female but he doesn't know if the invisible being is an actual woman or ghost. When things heat up between Jared and Bonnie, they find a way to communicate. Now they have to figure out how to thwart Jared's enemy or Jared will never get a good look at the woman he's felt…all over.

This is RATED pg-16.


He jolted to full consciousness as he came. Deep spasms racked him and he was helpless to do nothing more than twitch as the incredible orgasm shook through him—along with fear. What the hell was happening to him?


The dream woman collapsed on him.


With one smooth motion, he tangled his legs with hers and flipped them both over.


“Oof.” He reached around for the lamp in the dark. It had been moved. She’d moved it? With his weight and one hand, he clutched her and held her down. He searched for the light.


At last his flailing hand clunked against the shade. He groped down and turned it on. Under him, he got the impression of creamy naked skin and dark hair. She shimmered briefly and vanished. He still sensed something under his naked body, warm and curvy. A moment later came the softest slither, like a wind rippling over him, and he lay facedown on his bed. Alone. God almighty, but he knew he wasn’t.


“I’m fucking nuts.” He groaned. Something brushed the skin on his back. Her?


“Okay, I get it. You’re a ghost. I just screwed a ghost.” He closed his eyes—somehow not trying to see her made a difference. He almost heard her. From a thousand miles away came her urgent voice even though he barely made out the words “No. I’m not. I’m real…you’re not nuts.” He lay silent for a long moment as his heart slowed. This might be beyond his comprehension, but he’d swear she wasn’t evil. What they’d done together had been fantastic—and loving. More words from her. “Sorry…scared you.”


“I can sort of hear you. This some kind of bad connection then? You telephoned in that sex?”


A ghost of a laugh and something about amazing and thank you.


He couldn’t help grinning. “Yeah, supernatural sex turns out to be pretty hot, huh.” No, he couldn’t be afraid of this dream lover. She hadn’t sucked out his soul at the moment of orgasm. He hoped.


“Dream, tell me what’s going on. What’s your name?”


Even with his eyes closed he couldn’t make out her words. Although he might have caught the words trouble and Roland.


“Your name is Roland? No wait. That’s that asshole Barker’s name.”


He opened his eyes and grabbed a pair of shorts. The dream lover’s hands swept over him. He remembered where he’d felt that ghostly touch and smelled that gorgeous scent. “Oh, Christ. You’re not one of Barker’s cute little tricks are you?”


He couldn’t hear her but knew she still lingered. Jared sighed. “Barker’s known for weird shit, Dream. If you’re real, stay away from him.”


He padded out to the kitchen. “Come on,” he called, even though he supposed she wasn’t far away. “Write me a note.” He pulled out a yellow pad and pencil. For a moment the pencil moved. Something creased the pad. He knew she was writing, but the letters seemed to melt away.


“Damn. That’s not going to work.” He reached into his backpack, yanked out his laptop and turned it on. “Okay, Dream. If you’re part of this century, you know what this is.”


The keys clicked. The screen stayed blank. “Aw, damn,” he muttered. “Seems like the only way I can hear you is when I’m, ah, inside you.”


Ghostly hands brushed over the outside of his arms. He’d felt this so often earlier in the day. How long had she been following him around?


“Have I seen you before?”


Nothing but the gentle near-touch on his shoulders now.


“Do you need help or something?”


The keyboard clicked again. Still nothing. The pencil raised and still… nothing.


He lay down on the couch. “Come here.” It felt beyond bizarre to open his arms to nothing. But he could feel her presence a moment later, almost solid in his arms. He closed his eyes. “Kiss me,” he murmured.


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