Ghost children surrounded my son’s hospital bed.
I’d snoozed. Exhausted, stressed, and weak I must have dozed. Just for a second, so I thought.
The clock on the putrid green wall indicated three o’clock. By the dark moonless and starless sky, it was three in the AM. I crawled off the window bench seat and took a step toward my son, Brian. My baby, who had broken his leg, snapped a perfect bone so it split the skin. He lay motionless on the hospital bed, his breathing unsteady in restless sleep.
I shut my eyes, trying to expel the image of him lying on the ground, next to the sparkling blue motor bike my husband had purchased the day before, a white shard of exposed bone chilling in the autumn elements.
At the sound of clanging tin in the hallway, I snapped open my eyes. The ghosts were still present. Now, a small boy stroked his translucent hand over the newly repaired appendage. Another child, perhaps a girl, although bald she had pretty facial features, fluffed a pillow at Brian’s side.
I wiped the dust from my eyes, my skin so dry a few eyelashes came along with the sleep-eyed pebbles. A quick intake of the antiseptic slash cleaning fluid odors, I took a step forward and stopped.
A spectral leaned over my son’s head, appearing to whisper in his ear. Brian turned his head. His dark brown eyes, wide and from the tenseness in his jaw he was in pain.
Four! There were four translucent children, all sad faced, surrounding my child, my baby who shouldn’t have been on the moped in the first place.
They ignored me and continued to soothe Brian.
“Time for some pain meds.” Nurse Bethany bounced into the room. Her bright scrubs a sharp contract to the dreary walls and pale outlines of the apparitions.
The nurse flipped pages on a clipboard and the ghostly images disappeared. Could they have been tragedies of the past? Hospital patients like Bri, but succumbed to their afflictions?
Bethany performed her duties, medications given; charting completed and then glanced at me. I remained rooted to the spot a few feet from the window bench, unable to move.
“Do you need anything,” she asked.
“No, thank you.” I hoped I could move and attempted to inch my right foot forward.
She nodded to my son. “He’s already showing signs of improvement. Fortunately the plate and screws are not on a growth line, so he won’t have to have them removed.”
“Never?” The orthopedic surgeon showed us the sliver disc and screws he had to apply in order for Brian’s leg to heal. They seemed huge for his small bones.
“It’ll be a personal choice when he finishes growing.”
“Oh. Thank you.” I decided to check with the MD when he made rounds.
My feet finally separated, from the floor, and I walked forward. The medications were already acting and he slept. I turned to the nurse. Should I ask her about any ghost sightings?
“Buzz if you need anything.”
I touched the back of Brian’s hand, not wanting to disturb the IV. “Thank you.”
Bethany gathered her excess dressings and was out the door. I tugged a chair closer to his bed and tucked my legs under me, refusing to sleep. He needed me and I would remain awake to protect him—from ghosts who had their own tragedies.
Here is an excerpt from The Valkyrie and the Marine, and coming soon Pippa’s Rescue.
Conditioned to not fall in love with her fallen warriors, Kiara cannot fight the attraction she has for Special Ops Marine, Harrison Lombard. When a sabotaged mission critically wounds Harrison he seeks revenge. Will his search lead him to his angel of mercy or death?
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Kiara looked deep into her chosen one’s soul. She had to shake off her atypical sympathy. But the twinges in her heart and the heat between her thighs couldn’t be ignored.
Harrison’s lips were dry. His glaze held acknowledgement of equal attraction no doubt. A smile from him would be her undoing. Three steps, Kiara. Offer him immortality, toss him on Bright and take to the skies.
Lance in both hands she pushed the rod against his wide shoulder span. “Just to verify, what is your name?”
His muscles tensed under her, pressing into her knuckles. Despite his closeness to death Kiara felt a rise bumping, titillating, and making her yearn for a tryst. No human had ever had such an impact on her. Why now? Ignoring the rush of emotions plaguing her body and mind, she strengthened her reserve and focused on the task. Her future with the squad depended on it. She wanted to become a captain. No tingling in her woman parts would change her course.
“Harrison Valentine Lombard.” His hips lifted, a hard long slice fit nicely between her thighs. “I can’t imagine my last thoughts to be of a siren teasing me, without allowing me to have release. Either kill me, or liberate me so I can —”
“Kiara, it’s time. Grab your Einherjar and let’s ride,” Skogul bellowed.
A last burst of energy flowed from the soldier beneath Kiara. His hand stroked her breast, sliding between the skin and the gold corset. He lifted his head from the ground, causing blood to squirt from the wound. Twitches, low in her stomach, created jittering in muscles higher in her womb. More than pleasing Odin, she wanted to fornicate with this brave, yet stupid man, her Valentine.
“Kiara.” His alluring whisper sailed on the wind.
Fantasies with spice and humor.
The Valkyrie and the Marine, The Wild Rose Press
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Praise for jj keller
Ranked Best of the Best at Long and Short of it Reviews:
Ms. Keller throws you right into the heart of her plot then keeps our attention riveted while we hold our breath to find out what happens next…She is a first-class storyteller with a unique way of telling it. Her love scenes are evocative, sensual and sizzle on the page, while her romance between our hero and heroine is sweet and sensual.
~Larkspur, Long and Short Reviews
I felt for Georgina for here is a woman who will do anything to find freedom including running away. Now Jake is man so unusual for her it’s sweet to see them together.
~Melinda, Night Owl Reviews
The Tarot Card
Between the Lines ranked The Tarot Card: Fantastic, Stays on the Shelf
I have enjoyed every book I have read by JJ Keller and this one lives up to that reputation. If you have never read this author, this particular book would be a great one to start with! This is a wonderful, lighthearted, and fun quick read to start you day off well or to finish your day feeling good!
~Steph B., The Romance Studio
Holy Cow what a great read! Ms. Keller gives us a love at first sight story. Stein and Kerry make a great hero and heroine. I loved the characters, they were well developed and enjoyable to get to know. The writing style was great and was a credit to the author telling such a well written story confined in 148 short pages.
~Larkspur, Long and Short Reviews
The book doesn’t rely only on spice for its power- there is a complex plot and a really good sort-of-twist at the end. It left me with a smile on my face and a real sense of satisfaction. I’d say this is definitely a story I’d like to share with my friends –well worth a read. Enjoy!
~Vasiliki Scurfield, WRDF Reviews