Double Dating with the Dead by Karen Kelley (best fiction novels to read .txt) 📗

Damn it, she only wished it didn’t have to hurt so much.

“That’s so low,” Paige said. “What are you going to do? I mean, I can put a hex on him, but we both know my hexes have a tendency to go just a little awry sometimes.”

She had a point. Suddenly, Selena knew exactly what she had to do. “I have a better idea. He thinks I’m crazy? Okay, I’ll give him crazy.”

“I’d hate to be in his shoes,” Paige mumbled, but Selena was no longer listening. She said a quick goodbye and closed her cell phone.

Trent Sanders was so going to regret crossing her, and it didn’t take psychic powers to figure that one out.

Chapter 23

Trent pulled to a stop in front of the hotel. Tye had left before him. Paige’s car was gone, so apparently she’d left. It was just him and Selena.

Strange that he almost felt as if he were coming home. He liked the idea that Selena was inside waiting for him.

His gut clenched. He’d seen the look in her eyes before he’d left. Her gaze had lingered for just a second longer than it needed to, then slowly lowered. When she’d looked up, her desire was unmistakable.

Yeah, she wanted him. She wanted his body. They were going to have hot sex. The kind that got nasty.

If Paige hadn’t been there, he would’ve been having hot sex right now. He’d left them with a mumbled excuse about having to run to the store. It was either that or he might have gotten rude and asked Paige to leave, and he doubted Selena would’ve appreciated his gesture.

Having sex with Selena was going to be even better than the last time, though. Besides grabbing a dozen condoms, he’d picked up a bottle of wine, some cheese and crackers. He planned on making them a little picnic in the middle of the floor—just them and the candlelight and as naked as the day they were born.

And for dessert. Chocolate syrup and strawberries. He planned to drizzle the syrup over her body, then drag the strawberries through the chocolate.

He sucked in a deep breath as he imagined her body arching, her nipples tight little nubs begging for his mouth. Her legs spreading in invitation for him to look, to touch…to bury himself inside her hot little body.

Damn, now he’d be walking inside the hotel with a major hard-on.

Yeah, right. As if she didn’t already know he wanted her. No, they both had sex on the brain.

He killed the engine and climbed out of the car.

His mouth was dry. He hadn’t been this anxious on his first date. Selena had certainly turned him inside out. Which reminded him, he’d call his agent tomorrow and tell him to go screw himself. He wasn’t going to write any book about Selena.

He grimaced.

There was still the matter of what would happen when Selena lost the challenge. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

The foyer light was on, but no Selena. He shifted his sack and headed for the kitchen. She was probably in there. He couldn’t wait to see her.

He paused in the doorway when he saw her at the table. Even from this angle, with her back toward him, she looked pretty darn tempting, and he wanted her in the worst kind of way.

A slow grin curved his lips.

Apparently, she wanted him just as bad. She’d lit the candles. There was a circle of them on the table and a couple on the counter casting an eerie glow about the room. She hummed softly to herself, but he didn’t recognize the melody. It still sounded sweet coming from her.

She began to sway to the music. “Spirits of the dead, I invoke your presence. Come to me,” she spoke in a raspy voice that was like running sandpaper over bare skin, then raised a knife above her head with both hands.

He swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat.

“Slice through the barriers of Trent’s mind and free his soul that he can see clearly.” She took the knife in one hand and made a slicing motion.

He took a step back. Sweat beaded his brow. It was getting damned hot.

This wasn’t his Selena. She was possessed. Not that he believed in possession, either. But something…scary had taken over her body. Hadn’t he said all along there was a good possibility she might be crazy? All his fears were finally revealed.

Her back stiffened. “Open him up to the reality of the afterlife!” she intoned in a voice that cracked like a whip.

He eased out of the room and hurried down the hallway and up the stairs. He didn’t breathe easy until he was in his room with the door firmly shut.

This was just great. Just frigging great! He dumped the sack on the bed and planted his hands on his hips. What the hell had happened between the time he’d left to go to the store and now?

Looking for those bones had warped her mind. Yeah, that was it. Staying in this hotel and her crazy mother putting all kinds of ideas into Selena’s head. Angela even had his mother thinking crazy thoughts.

He drew in a deep breath, arms dropping to his sides, shoulders slumped in defeat.

It wasn’t any of those things. He knew it, but didn’t want to admit the truth. He’d begun to care for Selena. Now this. What the hell was he going to do?

He snorted. The first woman he’d cared for in a long time and she was crazy…ready to do him bodily harm.

Did that tell him anything about his love life? The first woman he made love to in months and she wanted to kill him.

He glanced at the door. Exactly how safe was he? The lock was flimsy at best. A vision filled his mind of Selena slipping into his room, a gleaming knife tucked close to her body.

Ah, damn, what had he gotten himself into when he’d done the television interview and said