Saturday, August 24, 2013

Hunter's Light - book 2 in the Kindred Spirits Series

Hunter’s Light
Book two in the Kindred Spirits Series
Jude Mason & Jenna Byrnes
ISBN: 978-1-907280-00-9
Publisher: Total E-Bound
Erotic rating: total-e-burning
Genre: Paranormal/Gay


A haunted lighthouse, a handsome keeper and one freelance writer with a penchant for ghosts keep things hopping at Whiskers' Seaside Inn.

David Sanderson arrives at Whiskers' Seaside Inn, excited by the prospect of investigating the local ghosts. He's a freelance writer with a keen sense of the supernatural and enthusiasm to spare. When the ghosts fail to make an appearance, David is directed to the Harbour Point Light, where an active spirit is known to exist. And one handsome lighthouse keeper.

Hunter Pierce isn't sure he wants someone writing an article about his lighthouse and the ghost who inhabits it. He lives a quiet, solitary life in his little house by the tower and doesn't relish the idea of tourists taking over the place.

Their priorities might clash, but David and Hunter mesh in all the ways that count. Can an intense physical relationship be enough? And are there more ghosts at the lighthouse than the captain? Someone doesn't like David hanging around. David vows to figure out why, and hopefully, in the process, figure out what to do with the new love he's found.


David slipped through the gate and advanced towards the tower. It looked taller and more impressive up close. The white paint looked fresh, and he figured the keeper maintained it. One of the many chores the guy found to stay busy. David couldn’t imagine it was a very taxing job.
At the bottom of the lighthouse, he stared up almost into the sun. The tower was absolutely amazing. He had to see more.
He glanced towards the small house a dozen metres away. So neat and tidy, it was hard to tell if anyone lived there. A sandy pair of sneakers by the door was the only tell-tale sign of inhabitance.
He should knock and speak to the keeper. The sensible thing to do. The lure of the lighthouse was strong, though, and he approached it, instead. He circled the base until he spotted the door up a few concrete steps.
David climbed the stairs slowly, almost in awe. The place felt historic. Something more…
An aura surrounded the tower like a glowing halo.
“What the—” He reached out and touched the bright red door. Images flashed through his mind—pelting rain, lightning, a ship’s captain struggling against a horrible storm. Scenes so vivid, David thought he was there. He pulled his hand away, and the visions stopped, but his heart continued to race. “Son of a bitch!”
Eager for more, he grasped the knob and turned. Locked. He pressed against the cool, metal door, but no further images came to him.
“Aw, come on!” He rattled the knob and pounded on the door a few times. Desperate to get inside, he jogged down the stairs and rounded the tower, looking for another way in. He found a small window and pressed his face against the cloudy glass.
“Who the devil are you, and what are you doing?” a voice called from behind him.
David spun around, shocked. A man was approaching from the water’s edge. He’d apparently been swimming, judging by the drops glistening on his bare, lightly furred chest. His only clothing was a pair of black trunks which clung tightly to his skin. David quickly took in the sight but didn’t dare focus on the tempting, black fabric or the long, muscular legs beneath. He glanced at the man’s face and inhaled at the equally gorgeous view.
It’s him! The guy from the inn that first morning.
The neatly trimmed beard and wavy hair were blond, although it was hard to tell with the thick, wet mass slicked away from his face. Handsome, tan, with sculpted cheekbones and blue eyes the colour of sapphires, the man was a sight to behold.
David blinked and realised the blue eyes were shooting sparks at him as the man drew closer.
“Get away from there!” the hunk yelled, voice gruff with irritation.
“Wait.” David realised how he must have looked. Overzealous as usual, he’d gotten carried away again. “I’m David Sanderson. I’m staying at the Whiskers’ Inn. You must be Hunter. I saw you when I first got there.”
With a few, long strides, the man was upon him. He grabbed David by the scruff of the neck with one hand and muttered, “I don’t give a damn if you’re the fucking lottery commissioner here to award my prize. Nobody treats my property that way.” With a firm grasp, he shoved David towards the gate leading to the road.
“Your property?” David stammered while being swept along. “I thought the Coast Guard—”
They reached the gate, and the man shoved David towards the metal frame. “Get out.”
“Listen,” David frantically tried to explain. “Cade sent me. He said—”
“Cade would never send someone to beat down the door of my lighthouse.”
“I wasn’t trying to, really. It’s just…I felt something—an aura, almost like a supernatural glow around the place.”
The man froze.
David looked at him. “You are Hunter, right?”
The man scowled. “You need to leave. Now.”
David’s enthusiasm couldn’t be quelled, but he knew there was a time and a place to do things right. Again, he’d jumped in like a panting bulldog pup. “Maybe I could have Cade call you,” he suggested.
“Yeah, you do that.” Hunter stood back from the fence and folded his arms across his broad chest.
David climbed through the gate and glanced back with a hopeful smile. He’d finally uncovered some paranormal activity—and found his sexy stud along with it.
Perhaps his trip had taken a turn for the better.

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