Haunted Love
by Jessica Frances
Paranormal Romance
Date Published: February 23, 2015
My
name is Thea Bell and I was murdered.
I
always assumed that death was the end. So when my life was cruelly taken away
from me, I never thought I would get a second chance to say what I needed to.
But
then I was given a choice, a choice that allowed me to see the people I had
left behind, and I knew I had to take it.
I
wanted to say a proper goodbye. I needed justice for what happened to me.
But
even in death, things rarely go to plan.
I
never expected to meet him. I didn't anticipate falling in love. I hadn't
considered the repercussions of coming back. I never realized I would put
another person in danger.
I
didn't know my actions were going to haunt us forever.
~~~~~
~~~~~
My
name is Detective Aiden Mercer, and I think I have gone insane.
I
am seeing the murder victim of my current case alive and in the flesh, and that
is simply not possible.
I
can see her, hear her, touch her. She’s real to me, however I know this cannot
be real. Right?
But
try telling my heart that, because as I grow closer to catching Thea’s killer,
I also fall deeper into trouble.
Because
love is rarely anything but trouble and I know this love will haunt me forever.
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Frances’ books have always been amazing and I have yet to find one that did not
keep me completely engrossed while reading.
This new stand-alone novel is no exception and I am beyond excited to
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Thea Bell wasn’t ready to die, but one day
someone took her life. With so much to
do and so many things left unsaid, she is given a choice to go back and
accomplish just that. The only promise
she is given is that she will be able to be seen by at least one person and
with that one person, she will be ‘attached’ to them. Truly hoping that it will be her brother
Flynn, she jumps at the chance to make sure he is doing okay and say
goodbye. Unfortunately, it’s not Flynn
who can see or feel her.
Being attached to the detective investigating
your murder wasn’t exactly what Thea had in mind when given the choice to come
back to say good bye to her brother, and for Aiden Mercer, well his life just
got more interesting. Aiden is good at
his job, really good. Unfortunately, due
to staffing shortages and a true love for his job, he loses touch with his
family, spending too much time solving cases instead of staying in touch with
his loved ones. This all changes though
when Thea pops into his life. Once he
gets over the fact that he’s not crazy and he can indeed see and touch the
ghost of Thea Bell, the two of them team together in order to get to the bottom
of the case.
As Aiden and Thea work to find out who murdered
her, Thea’s persistent ways convince Aiden that there is more to life than just
his job and that family should be his most important concern. In between everything that is going on, their
friendship grows but they soon learn that true love knows no boundaries. Yes, Haunted
Love is a ghost story, but it is also so much more. It is truly an epic love story that will stay
in your heart long after the last sentence is read.
I love every book that Jessica Frances has
written to date, but Haunted Love is
quite possibly her best work yet! Everything
about it was perfect – from the mystery to the romance and everything in
between. Ms. Frances writing style
really drawls you into the story and you can’t help but fall in love with the characters and become completely engrossed with everything that is going on. With a gripping, emotional and
captivating plot, this is one paranormal romance that you do not want to miss
out on!
“Love doesn’t know
limitations. It doesn’t matter how you
fall in love or the reasons you shouldn’t, only that you do.”
5 Stars
I leave Aiden scanning over the boxes,
moving back through my house and taking time to look over the photos I have
hanging up. It’s strange how I had them along my walls, in my eye line for
years yet never took the time to look at them. I used the photos as decoration
instead of a reminder of the good times I shared with friends and family as
well as the few amazing places I got to visit.
I take my time now, smiling at the
memories sparked of Flynn, laughing at the reminders of the fun times we shared
and yearning for the places I will never get to visit. I had a list of
countries and activities I wanted to do for my summer vacation. I wanted to
take at least one trip every summer and slowly work away at the list. Now I’ll
never get to see any of those places, never have the chance to skydive in New
Zealand, eat gelato in Italy, or go skiing in Switzerland. The most exciting
thing I managed is a school field trip to New Orleans where we toured the main
tourist destinations, and I ate beignets and gumbo.
I shake my head, slowly moving through
the lower level of my house, checking over the mess made from the forensics
people who appear to have coated every surface looking for foreign
fingerprints. I don’t find anything suspicious here or out of place. There is nothing
I can see that is missing, and nothing screams to me that there is a clue here.
While I’m disheartened to still have nothing to give Aiden to go on, I stare up
my staircase, knowing I will need to check up there, too.
With each step, my legs grow heavier.
Soon, I’m dragging my feet. I purposely check every other room, leaving my
bedroom for last. I’m dreading what will happen when I glance back inside that
room. I feel ill as I approach the still ajar door.
I know I need to get this over with. I
might remember something about the murderer in there. If anything is going to
be amiss that might help us figure out who my killer is, it will be in my
bedroom.
But how am I supposed to enter the room
where I lost my life?
The room where I was beaten and violated?
Even if it means catching my killer,
can I face what I might see in there? Do I really want that memory etched into
my brain? Isn’t already having a good idea what I went through bad enough?
Then again, what if he is out there
right now, terrorizing other women? What if my reluctance to walk into this
room means another person will lose their life?
I take a deep breath, my hand reaching
out to push the door open.
“You don’t have to go in there,” Aiden
tells me.
I glance over my shoulder, seeing both
worry and fury in his eyes. “I do.” I sound more sure then I feel, but I force
my feet forward. Within two steps, I am standing inside my bedroom.
Jessica Frances was born and raised in South
Australia, quite possibly born with a book in her hand already. An avid reader
her whole life, a pen finally appeared in her hand and she began her journey
writing her own stories. The voices in her head have not slowed down and
hopefully they never will.
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