Maggie Mae
Steamy Paranormal Romance
Ghosts
Adult - Sexual Situations
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Blurb:
Steamy contemporary romance with a ghostly paranormal twist.
July 4th, 2005, Maggie’s wedding day was the happiest day of her life, the most painful day of her life, and the day she died three times.
Maggie lives as a recluse in the home that she and her dead husband, Jimmy, built together. It's all she has left of him. She has her friends but has turned her back on the world and any possibility of spending her life with another man.
Five years after Jimmy's tragic death, Maggie's world is once again turned upside down when their home, the last hold she has to her husband, is destroyed. Maggie is thrown into the path of a man, the only man, who can bring her back to life. Elk Bend Chief of Police Michael Rogers is there to help her pick up the pieces and move on.
Rafferty, a close friend, has loved Maggie for years. Waiting for her to get over the loss of her husband so that she can be with him, Rafferty inserts himself into Maggie's life so deeply that she doesn't see his obsessive behavior— that she was being stalked by Rafferty even before the death of her husband—nor the danger that Rafferty represents to her. Rafferty believes Maggie is his, and he will do whatever he has to do in order to keep her.
Will Maggie be able to start a new life with Michael? Or will she be so consumed with the fear of losing him that she is paralyzed to move forward with her new life? Will Rafferty have the power over Maggie to extinguish any feelings she has for Michael? Or will he destroy her trying to wrestle her away from her fate with another man?
In this steamy contemporary romance with a ghostly paranormal twist, the depths of love as well as sorrow are explored as you experience the horror of Maggie Mae’s husband’s death, the joy and laughter of friendships, and, most of all, the wonder when love transcends death.
July 4th, 2005, Maggie’s wedding day was the happiest day of her life, the most painful day of her life, and the day she died three times.
Maggie lives as a recluse in the home that she and her dead husband, Jimmy, built together. It's all she has left of him. She has her friends but has turned her back on the world and any possibility of spending her life with another man.
Five years after Jimmy's tragic death, Maggie's world is once again turned upside down when their home, the last hold she has to her husband, is destroyed. Maggie is thrown into the path of a man, the only man, who can bring her back to life. Elk Bend Chief of Police Michael Rogers is there to help her pick up the pieces and move on.
Rafferty, a close friend, has loved Maggie for years. Waiting for her to get over the loss of her husband so that she can be with him, Rafferty inserts himself into Maggie's life so deeply that she doesn't see his obsessive behavior— that she was being stalked by Rafferty even before the death of her husband—nor the danger that Rafferty represents to her. Rafferty believes Maggie is his, and he will do whatever he has to do in order to keep her.
Will Maggie be able to start a new life with Michael? Or will she be so consumed with the fear of losing him that she is paralyzed to move forward with her new life? Will Rafferty have the power over Maggie to extinguish any feelings she has for Michael? Or will he destroy her trying to wrestle her away from her fate with another man?
In this steamy contemporary romance with a ghostly paranormal twist, the depths of love as well as sorrow are explored as you experience the horror of Maggie Mae’s husband’s death, the joy and laughter of friendships, and, most of all, the wonder when love transcends death.
Excerpt:
CHAPTER 1
Here I stand, me, Maggie Mae Dixon, on the beach at dusk, in front of friends and family marrying the man I love.
People talk about love and how it changes your life, but does anyone really believe it until it happens to them? I certainly didn’t. I didn’t know what I was missing in my life until this gift was thrust upon me like an out of control eighteen-wheeler speeding down a steep mountain grade. I didn’t know I was lonely. I didn’t know I was just striding through life with no bearing until the first time my eyes met his, and everything and everyone else disappeared. This man, James David Carson, filled my world when I didn’t realize it was empty. I feel sorry for every other woman because this man is mine and will always be mine.
Does he know that he is everything to me? Does he understand that I’m not the same person when he leaves the room?
We’ve accomplished so much in the two short years since we’ve met. We’ve built our dream house with our own hands just outside the most beautiful, small Northern Arizona community. We’ve never spent a night alone since we’ve met. We cease to exist without the other.
As I listen to the pastor and get lost in this man’s eyes, I can’t help but smile. We’ve got a secret. We’re pregnant. I can’t wait to tell everyone. He knows what I’m thinking at this moment, and the warmth of his smile sends me reeling. I can’t keep my eyes off of him.
As I look at him, I start to feel cold pricks down my spine. He senses my fear and grips my hands stronger. I don’t know what is happening, but as I watch him, his face slowly starts to shimmer, becoming transparent. I try to talk, but nothing comes out of my mouth. He is slowly vanishing in front of my eyes. I am still holding his hands, but I no longer feel them. I still don’t understand what is happening, but panic is thrusting downward to my very core to such a degree that I can’t breathe. Where is he going? Why can’t I make a noise?
Even though I can barely see him now, his words are clear. “Maggie, my darling, I love you. I will always love you. I promise I will never leave you.” And then, he is gone.
Confused and frightened, I look around and it’s dark. There is no sign of friends or family. I can’t see the sand or the water. I look down at my hands, and there’s blood, too much blood, all over me. Besides the stickiness on my hands, the only sense I have is the awful coppery smell of the blood. The sour sweetness of it is suffocating me. I can’t open my eyes. I try to shout his name, but nothing is coming out of my mouth. My God! Where is all of this blood coming from? Please someone help me!
The next moment Maggie woke up. She was in mid-scream, but no sound was coming out of her mouth. Panicked and covered in sweat, she couldn’t catch her breath. It felt as though her heart was being squeezed in a vice. As she focused on the hotel room around her, she once again felt the loss.
Jimmy gave her everything life had to offer, and then he took it all away when he died. She knew in her heart she should have died with him that day, but life, with all of its cruel fates, had condemned her to face the world without him.
Maggie moved into the bathroom, washed her face and looked into the mirror. How did her life turn into such a mess? If the past five years were any indication, she would be having this gut-wrenching dream for the next month. Why was the universe so cruel? Why did she have to consistently be reminded of what she’d lost?
Backing up to the bathroom door, she let her body slide down the door jamb. Sitting on the floor with her face in her hands, she begged for answers, her anguished cry enough to still one’s heart. “Oh, Jimmy, you promised me. You promised you’d never leave me.”
The man who had been shielding himself from her and pacing the room stopped and turned toward her. The power of hearing her say his name with so much torment brought him to his knees. He knew now that the chain of events he had set in motion was the only way she could move on with her life. He never again wanted to hear her cry out his name with such heartbreak attached to it. He wanted to always hear the love and joy in her voice that she felt when she remembered the magical times they had had together.
He knew that what he had planned for the next few days would cause his Maggie great distress, but she would never be able to achieve joy in her life if he didn’t proceed.
Carefully moving toward her, he whispered, “Maggie, my darling, I love you. I will always love you. I promise. I will never leave you. It’s going to be okay, baby. You’re going to move past this and have the life you deserve. No more despair. You just need to be strong a little while longer.”
With that, he disappeared.
Here I stand, me, Maggie Mae Dixon, on the beach at dusk, in front of friends and family marrying the man I love.
People talk about love and how it changes your life, but does anyone really believe it until it happens to them? I certainly didn’t. I didn’t know what I was missing in my life until this gift was thrust upon me like an out of control eighteen-wheeler speeding down a steep mountain grade. I didn’t know I was lonely. I didn’t know I was just striding through life with no bearing until the first time my eyes met his, and everything and everyone else disappeared. This man, James David Carson, filled my world when I didn’t realize it was empty. I feel sorry for every other woman because this man is mine and will always be mine.
Does he know that he is everything to me? Does he understand that I’m not the same person when he leaves the room?
We’ve accomplished so much in the two short years since we’ve met. We’ve built our dream house with our own hands just outside the most beautiful, small Northern Arizona community. We’ve never spent a night alone since we’ve met. We cease to exist without the other.
As I listen to the pastor and get lost in this man’s eyes, I can’t help but smile. We’ve got a secret. We’re pregnant. I can’t wait to tell everyone. He knows what I’m thinking at this moment, and the warmth of his smile sends me reeling. I can’t keep my eyes off of him.
As I look at him, I start to feel cold pricks down my spine. He senses my fear and grips my hands stronger. I don’t know what is happening, but as I watch him, his face slowly starts to shimmer, becoming transparent. I try to talk, but nothing comes out of my mouth. He is slowly vanishing in front of my eyes. I am still holding his hands, but I no longer feel them. I still don’t understand what is happening, but panic is thrusting downward to my very core to such a degree that I can’t breathe. Where is he going? Why can’t I make a noise?
Even though I can barely see him now, his words are clear. “Maggie, my darling, I love you. I will always love you. I promise I will never leave you.” And then, he is gone.
Confused and frightened, I look around and it’s dark. There is no sign of friends or family. I can’t see the sand or the water. I look down at my hands, and there’s blood, too much blood, all over me. Besides the stickiness on my hands, the only sense I have is the awful coppery smell of the blood. The sour sweetness of it is suffocating me. I can’t open my eyes. I try to shout his name, but nothing is coming out of my mouth. My God! Where is all of this blood coming from? Please someone help me!
The next moment Maggie woke up. She was in mid-scream, but no sound was coming out of her mouth. Panicked and covered in sweat, she couldn’t catch her breath. It felt as though her heart was being squeezed in a vice. As she focused on the hotel room around her, she once again felt the loss.
Jimmy gave her everything life had to offer, and then he took it all away when he died. She knew in her heart she should have died with him that day, but life, with all of its cruel fates, had condemned her to face the world without him.
Maggie moved into the bathroom, washed her face and looked into the mirror. How did her life turn into such a mess? If the past five years were any indication, she would be having this gut-wrenching dream for the next month. Why was the universe so cruel? Why did she have to consistently be reminded of what she’d lost?
Backing up to the bathroom door, she let her body slide down the door jamb. Sitting on the floor with her face in her hands, she begged for answers, her anguished cry enough to still one’s heart. “Oh, Jimmy, you promised me. You promised you’d never leave me.”
The man who had been shielding himself from her and pacing the room stopped and turned toward her. The power of hearing her say his name with so much torment brought him to his knees. He knew now that the chain of events he had set in motion was the only way she could move on with her life. He never again wanted to hear her cry out his name with such heartbreak attached to it. He wanted to always hear the love and joy in her voice that she felt when she remembered the magical times they had had together.
He knew that what he had planned for the next few days would cause his Maggie great distress, but she would never be able to achieve joy in her life if he didn’t proceed.
Carefully moving toward her, he whispered, “Maggie, my darling, I love you. I will always love you. I promise. I will never leave you. It’s going to be okay, baby. You’re going to move past this and have the life you deserve. No more despair. You just need to be strong a little while longer.”
With that, he disappeared.