Christmas Spirit Seduction by Eve Langlais Read Free Book Online Page B

killers or burglars should own.
    There was only one conclusion to draw from the situation.
    “Begone, you worshippers of Satan.” I would have signed myself with the cross if I could, my atheist status not an issue when faced with obviously deranged religious whackos.
    “Um, while we know of Satan, we certainly don’t worship him,” said a dark, melodious voice.
    Despite myself, I couldn’t help a shiver from coursing through me. It made my already pointed nipples harden farther.
    Dammit. I didn’t want these nutjobs to think I was hot for them. I couldn’t help my body’s frightened reaction.
    I strove to sound brave. “What do you want with me?”
    “We are here to help you change your life.”
    “No thanks.” I was so proud of myself for staying polite. The Jehovahs didn’t fare so well when they tried the same spiel.
    A figure approached and pushed back his hood. The flickering candlelight made shadows dance over his face, but what I could see went well past good looking.
    Rugged planes to go with that firm chin, sensual lips that quirked at my regard. Dark hair, which curled slightly at the ends. And lashes a woman would kill for.
    Figured a psychopath would have the face of a god, a visage that would make any girl drool and stutter under normal circumstances, and yet it wasn’t his perfection that made me shiver. No, super hot looking I could handle.
    What I couldn’t wrap my mind around were his eyes.
    What the hell is wrong with his eyes!
    They glowed, inhuman orbs whose depths swirled, a striated mist of gray that coiled and churned much like storm clouds before a brisk wind.
    I’d either lost my mind or I dreamed. Given I certainly lacked the imagination to create such a scenario, it had to mean I’d gone nuts.
    Look at me/ I now have something in common with Mom’s side of the family. I finally lost my marbles .
    “You’re not crazy,” the stranger whispered, freaking me out further as he read my mind. He leaned down until our noses almost touched. “What you see in my gaze are the shadows of the past.”
    Or really advanced contacts that had yet to make a splash in the media. I disregarded his odd statement and strove for understanding. “Who are you?” My question emerged low and breathy, and I really hoped, if he did reply, he wouldn’t say death.
    “I am the Ghost of Christmas Past, here to remind you of the mistakes you’ve made before.”
    Seriously?
    My pent-up breath whooshed out, and I couldn’t prevent a snicker. “The Ghost of Christmas Past? Hold on a second. Are you implying I’m a Scrooge? I resent that. I’ll have you know I give to charity.” I huffed indignantly, all too aware of how close he was to me, so aware that a part of me wondered if he’d bend down farther and touch me with those lips.
    So sue me for having inappropriate thoughts. It had been a while since I’d last gotten laid. Besides, I’d obviously drifted into some perverted dreamland, and I wondered where it was going. Hopefully straight from crazy into orgasmic.
    Past pinched the tip of my nipple, and I yelped. “This is not a dream. We’ve been watching you. Such a greedy girl. Going through men like candy. Never satisfied.”
    My reply emerged defensive. “It’s not my fault none of them can keep up. That they bore me.”
    “True. The men of your past were but boys.”
    “But what of your present?” A different voice presented itself at my side. The one calling himself the Ghost of Christmas Past moved from my line of sight, and I shifted my head slightly to keep him in view, but a new speaker took his place, his eyes the swirling frenzy of a green hurricane.
    “And you are?”
    “The Ghost of Christmas Present of course.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Yes, so obvious. Care to tell me why you’re all here Scrooging me? Where’s the camera?”
    Green Eyes pinned me with his stare. “We’ve been watching you.”
    “So you keep saying, which I might point out is considered stalking. You know