Nearly Departed (paperback)

ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-867-2
Page Count: 336
Word Count: 92800
Rating: Spicy(PG13)

(MSRP: 14.9900)

Cybil Austin loves Shady Oaks, and hopes to write her Regency romances undisturbed by a dysfunctional family. She doesn’t count on renovation chaos or the presence of ghosts who fear the changes will wreak havoc with their non-lives. She also doesn’t count on falling for her contractor, C. Maxwell Maitland. Handsome and charismatic, Max isn’t seeking a relationship, but Cybil gets to him on more than a professional level. He is drawn to her eccentric personality, but a bad marriage has him gun-shy of anything suggesting permanence. And then, there are those pesky ghosts. They want Cybil gone and the renovations stopped. But not even a haunted house deters Cybil from pursuing Max. During the process, she learns about herself, life, and death. Will Cybil and Max enjoy a future at Shady Oaks? Can they and the ghosts co-exist in the same house?

(336 pages) Spicy
Print ISBN: 1-60154-867-2


“Are you aware romance novels accounted

for over fifty-three percent of all mass published paperbacks sold last year, and almost forty percent of all books?”

He cleared his throat. “Really?”

“Yes, really. If a man wants to understand a woman, he should read a romance. They have wonderful insight into how we think and what we feel.”

“I don’t think any book ever published can do that. Men are simple. We have simple tastes and don’t beat around the bush. Women, on the other hand, think too much. There is no way a man can ever understand a woman.”

Boy, his ex-wife must have been a pip.

Max looked at his watch, and then finished his beer. “I’ve got to get back. I feel more like a referee today than a boss. Had a couple of guys call and quit this morning.”

He helped me pack everything and carried it back the way we’d come. Instead of entering the house through the back, we strolled around to the veranda, mounting the steps to the door. He set the bag down, and lightly grasped my shoulders.

“Thank you for a wonderful lunch, Cybil. You know, you’re quite a girl.” He leaned down and gave me a brief but hard kiss, and then disappeared inside.

When he left, I placed my hand against the wall until my legs stopped shaking. Deep breaths helped also. Finally, I picked up the bag of leftovers and walked inside.

In spite of his commitment problems and lack of understanding about my career, Max Maitland was the man for me. Now, how the hell did I convince him?

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