Alisha: Please welcome the lovely and very talented Minnette Meador to my blog today! I've asked her to do a character interview so we can learn more about the hero and heroine in A Ghost of A Chance.
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Minnette: First of all, I want to thank Alisha for inviting me to share her amazing blog! What an honor it is to be here!
Today we are joined by two extraordinary people. The lovely Isabella and Keenan Swanson, our local psychic. Welcome!
ISABELLA: Thank you. It’s very nice to be here.
KEENAN: Thanks for having us.
HOSTESS: So Isabella, let’s start with you. Tell us a bit about yourself.
ISABELLA: Well, I’m the head of HR at an advertising agency and my folks are from Italy. The rest is… well, I’d rather not talk too much about my past.
HOSTESS: Why is that?
ISABELLA: (after a pause) I’m afraid it’s rather sorted.
HOSTESS: Sounds intriguing. Where did the two of you meet?
ISABELLA: We met at work.
HOSTESS: I hear your romance started out on an interesting note. Can you tell us about that?
ISABELLA: Actually, Keenan left a voice mail on the company phone and I happened to hear it first. Thank God! He was in jail needing bail, so I went over and picked him up.
HOSTESS: Jail?
KEENAN: Hey, it was all a misunderstanding.
ISABELLA: (laughing) They found him half-naked in front of an all girl’s Catholic school. One of the cops there wanted to teach him a lesson.
KEENAN: It wasn’t funny. (Isabella pats his hand) I was completely innocent… I was running from the succubus and she wrapped me in magic… Well, not magic, but something, and my pants fell down.
ISABELLA: He’s always had problems keeping his pants on.
KEENAN: (kissing her) Only around you, dear.
HOSTESS: (Blushing) Well, moving along… Keenan, I hear you’re a psychic, but have an even more exciting quirk. What is that?
KEENAN: I see ghosts.
HOSTESS: Really? I had a guest recently that saw a ghost…
KEENAN: I see all of them.
HOSTESS: All? What do you mean all?
KEENAN: I mean all of them…
HOSTESS: How many is that?
KEENAN: (shrugs) Hundreds… maybe thousands. I haven’t counted them.
HOSTESS: How exciting. That must really be fun.
KEENAN: Fun? Lady, have you ever had your life turned upside down and inside out? That’s what it’s like.
HOSTESS: But I thought dead people that hung around only wanted help…
KEENAN: (snorting) Yeah, right. Hollywood’s got it all wrong; all they want to do is torture the living… especially anyone who can see them. They flip me off, moon me, turn the lights on and off, watch TV at all hours, throw things at me, sing in the bathroom, pee on the drapes…
HOSTESS: They live with you?
KEENAN: Sure. Where else would they live?
HOSTESS: Amazing.
KEENAN: I guess… I don’t like talking about it.
HOSTESS: I understand. So, I hear the two of you saved the world.
ISABELLA: (blushing) Yes, well…
KEENAN: It was no big deal... the angels helped.
HOSTESS: There were angels?
ISABELLA: Oh my, yes. You need angels to fight demons.
KEENAN: Well, and ghosts. Of course, being dead helped…
HOSTESS: You mean the ghosts were dead…
KEENAN: No, me. But I got over it.
HOSTESS: How long have you been able to see ghosts?
KEENAN: Since I was 13. I saw the first one up at Diamond Lake.
HOSTESS: That must have been frightening.
KEENAN: Not half as much as the forest fire after.
HOSTESS: My goodness, you have had an interesting life…
KEENAN: Have you heard the ancient Chinese curse, “May you live in interesting times?” That’s me.
HOSTESS: I guess so… So what now? Are you retiring from the world saving business?
ISABELLA: For now. Who knows what the future brings?
KEENAN: Yeah. I’m certain a lot more interesting times.
HOSTESS: Thank you so much for joining me, Keenan and Isabella. We look forward to your next adventures.
Blurb
Keenan Swanson is your typical, everyday graphic designer. Well, except for the hundreds of pesky, prank-loving poltergeists that make his life interesting (in a Chinese curse sort of way). He finds his situation precarious yet manageable—until witty, smoking-hot coworker Isabella enters the scene and Keenan decides he wants her all for himself. With a horny succubus who has other ideas, a burly city cop determined to lock Keenan away, and an evil entity who’s hell-bent on using Keenan’s seed to create a living demon, the reluctant psychic realizes he just might not come out of this alive—or with heart intact.
Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE – LIVING WITH STRANGERS
“Isabella, isn’t it?” Keenan hadn’t seen a ring on her finger, around her neck, or a Love John Forever tattoo any place noticeable, so he assumed she was available.
“Right. You’re Keenan. We met the other day.”
“Right.”
Usually he didn’t have problems talking to girls, but now it was harder than it had ever been. A hundred witty comebacks crowded his brain for attention, but not one of them could make it past the lump in his throat. His growing cock wasn’t going to be much help either; all it wanted him to do was blurt out, “Ya wanna?”
Bracing himself against possible rejection, and telling his cock to shut the fuck up, Keenan gathered his courage and charged into the fray. “Say listen, if you’re not…”
The elevator jarred to a halt and the doors burst open in front of them. At least fifteen people piled into the box, disregarding the “maximum occupancy” sign.
Keenan hit his back hard against the railing and suddenly found his arms full of warm, healthy girl.
The sounds around him came to a crashing halt when he fixated on those gorgeous almond eyes and full red lips. The urge to devour that mouth was irresistible. He felt like he was home. Her balmy scent marinated his brain, clouding out everything else. The velvet skin of her naked arms made his palms tingle.
A sudden terror seized him when he realized his rod stood at full attention, shouting, “Yippee!” Since the crowd had crushed Isabella against him, she must have felt it jumping like an excited dog against her stomach. To Keenan’s amazement, she didn’t say a word and smiled sweetly up at him. Her expression was almost pleased. It boggled his mind.
“Sorry,” he managed after a few precious seconds.
He let go and fully expected her to scrunch as far away from him as possible, a murmured “pervert” escaping her lips. Instead, she slid up next to him and stayed attached to his shoulder, turning her lovely breasts to the doors.
Keenan had a hard time keeping his eyes off them, noting with interest that both nipples were little rocks against the black fabric. He forced himself to focus on the bald spot on the head of the guy in front of him. He hoped to God the man wasn’t pushed back; in Keenan’s current state, it might be difficult to explain what rested against the man’s ass.
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