Lesbian Ghost Hunters Series by Merlyn Sloane

She comes to me in the morning. Every day the ghost visits her. It started as a wake-up call, but as her visits become more frequent, the recipient, a young maid, starts to get nervous. There’s nothing she can do except lie back and enjoy it—until what she fears the most happens: they’re caught. Mysterious, dark-eyed R.J. knows exactly what’s happening to her. But she also knows exactly how to deal with it.. moreShe comes to me in the morning. Every day the ghost visits her. It started as a wake-up call, but as her visits become more frequent, the recipient, a young maid, starts to get nervous. There’s nothing she can do except lie back and enjoy it—until what she fears the most happens: they’re caught. Mysterious, dark-eyed R.J. knows exactly what’s happening to her. But she also knows exactly how to deal with it... EXCERPT: “How do I make her leave me alone?” The ghost hunter flicked her long hair over her shoulder to look back at me. I held my breath, waiting for the answer. "You have to give her what she wants,” she said, drawing out the sentence into something long and supremely sensual. “What she craves." Then the corners of her red lips curved up to reveal two full rows of wicked white teeth. "You have to give her release." This novelette is intended for mature audiences. less

R.J. takes the newly-initiated ghost hunter to the carnival, where there are more than enough fun and games, and women, to go around. EXCERPT: “I could let you play for free,” said R.J. She wrapped her hand around the girl’s fingers, where a forgotten ice cream cone had dripped bubble-gum flavor all down her hand. R.J. licked the ice cream, and then her eyes on the girl’s, dipped her tongue lower to lick ice cream off her fingers themselves... moreR.J. takes the newly-initiated ghost hunter to the carnival, where there are more than enough fun and games, and women, to go around. EXCERPT: “I could let you play for free,” said R.J. She wrapped her hand around the girl’s fingers, where a forgotten ice cream cone had dripped bubble-gum flavor all down her hand. R.J. licked the ice cream, and then her eyes on the girl’s, dipped her tongue lower to lick ice cream off her fingers themselves. I thought I saw the girl shudder, though she was trying hard to hide it. “Just once though,” said R.J. She ran her red tongue over her lips to clear away the ice cream. “And you’d have to do something for me.” “What—what’s that?” squeaked the girl. R.J. leaned in close to whisper something in the girl’s ear. I watched her eyes widen and dart to me. Perfect. This novelette is intended for mature audiences. less

My mornings used to start with the ringing of my alarm clock, closely followed by the arrival of a ghostly sexual predator, but things had changed in the last month and a half. These days the predator proceeded the alarm. R.J. takes the new ghost hunter to a hospital, where patrons are being haunted by a sadistic ex-nurse. She’s easy to find but proves difficult to subdue. Can they satisfy her before things get dangerous? EXCERPT: “Oh sorry!” said a voice from behind me... moreMy mornings used to start with the ringing of my alarm clock, closely followed by the arrival of a ghostly sexual predator, but things had changed in the last month and a half. These days the predator proceeded the alarm. R.J. takes the new ghost hunter to a hospital, where patrons are being haunted by a sadistic ex-nurse. She’s easy to find but proves difficult to subdue. Can they satisfy her before things get dangerous? EXCERPT: “Oh sorry!” said a voice from behind me. I whirled, forgetting I was still only wearing my underwear, the pink shirt only partially buttoned. A girl in the same pink shirt and black pants of a hospital volunteer stood at the door, a tray at the ready to be loaded full of linens. “I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” My face flushed as her eyes grazed over my body, and then flushed harder when she looked past me to R.J., who I knew was still standing brazenly naked by the dryer. She visibly reacted, eyebrows fleeing up to grace her hairline. “Get a little wet on the way in?” she asked. “I know I did,” said R.J., and her voice was the husky dark sound that I knew so well. I glanced back to see her trading admiring looks with the girl. “Did you?” This novelette is intended for mature audiences. less

I couldn’t tell if R.J. was mad at me or just making an effort to distance herself so that it didn’t happen again, but I didn’t particularly like it. I guess that was the point. After her romantic advances are rebuffed, things are frosty between R.J. and the new ghost hunter. Luckily there are plenty of ways, and women, to keep her mind off of it... EXCERPT: R.J. held a hand out to Leah. She didn’t take it. She looked nervously to me instead, her hand clenching my fingers... moreI couldn’t tell if R.J. was mad at me or just making an effort to distance herself so that it didn’t happen again, but I didn’t particularly like it. I guess that was the point. After her romantic advances are rebuffed, things are frosty between R.J. and the new ghost hunter. Luckily there are plenty of ways, and women, to keep her mind off of it... EXCERPT: R.J. held a hand out to Leah. She didn’t take it. She looked nervously to me instead, her hand clenching my fingers. “Don’t worry, little lamb,” said R.J., still smiling that predatory grin. “You know why you’re here don’t you?” Leah blushed even deeper and ducked her head so we couldn’t see her eyes. It’s funny how ghosts can blush even when there’s no real blood running through real veins. Just a memory left over from when one was alive. “Yes,” she said, softly. “And you know why we’re here?” asked R.J., just as softly. Leah squirmed a little on the spot and didn’t look up. It took her a long time to answer. “Yes,” she breathed. “Good,” said R.J. She stared down at Leah, her eyes hungry like a wolf watching its meal. “Don’t worry,” she said. “We’ll go slow.” This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences. less

The ghost hunters are working a wedding when they run into someone they never expected to see again. One ghost, three ghost hunters, and a duffel bag full of borrowed toys—everyone loves a good wedding! EXCERPT: “Rachael and Robin,” sighed Valentine. She leaned her elbows on the table, propping her chin on her upturned hands so as to look up at me through her eyelashes. I felt my stomach flutter. “It’s even alliterative... moreThe ghost hunters are working a wedding when they run into someone they never expected to see again. One ghost, three ghost hunters, and a duffel bag full of borrowed toys—everyone loves a good wedding! EXCERPT: “Rachael and Robin,” sighed Valentine. She leaned her elbows on the table, propping her chin on her upturned hands so as to look up at me through her eyelashes. I felt my stomach flutter. “It’s even alliterative. How can I ever compete?” “She’s not—I mean, we’re not together—” I said, flustered. “We’re just partners. And my name’s actually not Robin. It’s—” Valentine put a finger on my lips, cutting me off mid sentence. “Don’t tell me,” she said, her finger still pressed to my lips. “I want to be surprised on our wedding day.” I raised my eyebrows and she grinned. “What’s your favorite color?” “Blue,” I said. My lips moved against her finger. I didn’t try to move away. I was spellbound by her gaze. I almost said, Like your eyes. Valentine grinned. “Code name Blue,” she said. She picked up her tray again and looked over her shoulder at me. “Looking forward to working with you.” This could get…interesting. This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences. less

The new ghost hunter is finally starting to settle in to her surroundings. She is starting to hear the Call, just like R.J. and Valentine, and her new ink brands her as part of the counter-culture she has joined. But when the ghost hunters delve into another new world, one of drugs and delinquency, she might be out of her depth again... EXCERPT: “Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Valentine. My hand was clasped in hers... moreThe new ghost hunter is finally starting to settle in to her surroundings. She is starting to hear the Call, just like R.J. and Valentine, and her new ink brands her as part of the counter-culture she has joined. But when the ghost hunters delve into another new world, one of drugs and delinquency, she might be out of her depth again... EXCERPT: “Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Valentine. My hand was clasped in hers. She hadn’t let go yet, though I knew my palm was sweaty with nervousness and fear. “There’s still time to back out.” I took a deep breath. “I’m sure,” I told her. I looked at the girl sitting on my other side. “Do it.” I could feel the buzz of the tattoo gun all through my body, the vibrations reverberating into my core as the needle pierced my skin in a thousand tiny pinpricks. Though I started by gritting my teeth against the pain, I soon found that I was clenching my jaw for another reason entirely. The hard plastic seat seemed to amplify and redirect the vibration. I squirmed in my seat. “Be still,” said Valentine, still holding my hand. I looked up at her in agony and she winked. She knew exactly how it felt. She traced her fingers along the back of my hand. My skin tingled under her touch. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to forget the sensation, but it was too strong to block out. As the tattoo artist worked, my discomfort grew, until I realized that I was rocking my hips in place ever-so-slightly against the plastic seat. Valentine climbed onto the chair, straddling my hips. She put her hands on my chest and grinned as my eyes flew open. The tattoo artist didn’t even blink an eye. “If you won’t stay still, I’ll have to keep you still.” This 9,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences. less