Her mouth tightened, another declination teetering on the tip of her tongue. A soft cough behind Joy caught her attention and she glanced over her shoulder to find her friend with a hopeful smile tilting her lips. Eyebrows raised, eyes sparkling, Shelby’s chin bobbed up and down none too subtly as she nodded her encouragement. It gave Joy reason to pause.

The world had gone utterly and completely mad if one Shelby Langley was encouraging her to talk to Porter. It was on the brink of destruction if the same Shelby actually wanted them to get back together.

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In one dizzying blur of movement, Sabrina’s lips crushed his. One of them whimpered—he couldn’t tell who, nor did he care—before she lifted her hands to his shoulders. Jason stepped closer, knowing he should stop, his body screaming to keep going. Despite the agony of doing so, he let his mind win and pulled away.

Sabrina stared up at him, her mouth swollen and moist. Her eyes wide with surprise.

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	Genre: Erotic horror, Interracial
	Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
	ISBN: 9-781-41993-621-0
	Length: Novel
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Blurb

Whispers from the dead are everywhere because their greatest desire is to be heard.

Sabrina Turner has found only one way to stop the curse she was born with—allowing an incubus to worship her body in exchange for halting the voices drowning her sanity. Every time she succumbs, it’s still an act of desperation. Yet she’s not sure if she wants to be rid of the bittersweet release.

All Jason Raines wants in this world is to communicate one last time with his deceased brother. When he discovers his seductive neighbor speaks to the dead, it’s another reason to get close to her. Visions and cryptic dreams Sabrina experiences are messages for him, he’s sure of it. Whatever her price, he’ll pay it. When a reluctant Sabrina opens the doorway to the other side, though, he discovers the cost may be higher than he first thought.

Her urgent search for freedom. His crucial need for absolution. A burning love between them offers their only hope in salvation from intimate whispers.

 Reviews

“I started this book after everyone went to bed, and was riveted. It is a spooky, creepy story, but at it’s heart, is a great romance between Sabrina & Jason… But Jason–OMG, I loved this character. Wow! Talk about an amazing guy trying to save the damsel in distress. His character was awesome…This was not the book that I expected, but it was so good. So perfect for this month. And you need to know, I do not like horror or creepy, but I REALLY enjoyed this book. Really a great October read!!!” B+, Christi, Smitten With Reading

“Invigoratingly different in its storyline, Intimate Whispers is for those who love to read romances that are not of the norm, stories that makes you think beyond the happily ever after. Compelling the reader to keep turning the pages, Dee Carney manages to keep one riveted throughout this unusual and at times eerie tale that kept me entertained during my foray into this book.” 4 Stars, Maldivian Book Reviews

“Dee Carney’s Intimate Whispers is a superb story that I found sexy and wickedly delightful with a supernatural twist. This book grabbed me from the start and thrust my imagination into overdrive!” LolaLovesBooks

“I liked the premise of the book, the twist on the ghost whisperer theme with the heroine being plagued by the voices to the point of madness…Jason was a darling. He came across as caring and sincere, a little on the earnest side, and I found his self-honesty about how he’d never considered dating a black woman endearing. His chemistry with Sabrina was off the charts…” Book Utopia

“I was really surprised by how much I loved this story. I felt that Sabrina and Jason’s chemistry was at times sweet, realistic and scorching hot all at once.  I cared about these characters and felt compelled to root for them from the moment that he set eyes on her in that supermarket… Ms. Carney’s characters are perfectly flawed well crafted characters that are relatable and realistic…The supernatural elements were well-plotted, not so detailed that we miss the point of the story because the author gets bogged down in details, or so vague and poorly executed that you forget the purpose of the story.  This was an excellent compromise of creepy supernatural elements and romantic suspense.” 4 Stars, Aiobhan Belen, Night Owl Reviews

Excerpt

Chapter One

The onslaught of noise inside almost drowned the sounds of the city night outside, which was still teeming with life. Taxis drove by, honking horns. Pedestrians chattered as they went about their business. Inside the store, however, shoppers muttered to themselves while staring in horror at outrageous prices. She’d know. She’d done the same until about three minutes ago. As clamorous as the combined sounds should have been, they didn’t hold her attention.

Only a few minutes ago, the first voice started. It would soon bring more, as always. Those hateful, incessant pleas that refused to hear her. To understand she had no control over the fact they were trapped. Earthbound until some force, some god who sympathized with their plights, released them. In the beginning, she tried to get them to understand. She spent hours pleading, days bargaining, weeks begging. They refused to listen, though. They focused on their absolute insistence that she help them.

She couldn’t help them!

And that they were always behind her, each voice like a tickle, still resulted in a start. One minute she’d be standing there minding her own business, and in the next, well, in the next, someone spoke against her ear with the closeness of a lover.

He promised to keep them away, and for a little while, it worked, but never for long enough. Never long enough, at all.

Help me.

She knew better than to respond to a voice out loud, it always brought down more trouble than she was prepared to handle. But the insistence, the desperation behind their cries… God, it got to her every time.

“I can’t help you,” she murmured with a furtive glance at her surroundings. No one stood in the current aisle with her. If she kept her voice low enough, no one in the next aisle over should be able to hear her hushed reply either.

Find James.

A new voice. A woman this time. Her heart clenched at the thought James might be a long-lost son. Or maybe a true love the woman had left behind.

Help me.

The original insistent voice spoke a little louder this time. Always from behind. No matter how many times she tried to catch a glimpse of one of them, no matter how quickly she whirled on her feet looking for all the world like a maniac, feeling even crazier, no one stood there. Never ever stood there. Yet those damn disembodied voices carried on the moment she stopped moving.

“Hey, lady.”

That was a new one. Often they knew her name. Calling her “lady” was simultaneously a bad and a good thing.

“Yes?” she answered. Her voice remained low, her senses on alert for someone who might turn the corner and find her in the midst of a conversation with herself.

Help me.

Or it sounded like “help me”. The voice had taken on a ghostly quality, with almost an echolike effect. Like more than one person called to her now.

Help me.

Yes. At least two people. Maybe three.

She pulled her hair over her ears because she’d been down this road one time too many. She knew what came next. The voices would multiply. The requests, the demands would become more forceful. Always it began like this. Always a single phrase that soon became repeated by more than one of them.

“Lady, you need something? This ain’t no parking lot.”

Her heart thrummed steadily, a low quiver of almost useless activity. If she closed her eyes now, a wave of vertigo would envelop her, but what other recourse did she have? It helped a little when she did. And all she needed was a little time. Just long enough to walk the couple of blocks home. Get back there and get help.

The din grew louder now and a heartbeat that only seconds ago didn’t seem strong enough to support life, pounded with such force, her breath caught.

“Fucking crazies. Always gotta come in here during my shift.”

Help me… Find James… Tell Mary… Our Father who art…

So many now. Too many to distinguish. She needed to get home. She needed His help now. Please, someone, help me get home.

Only the universe and whatever god ruled it probably laughed at that prayer. No merciful being would send her the kind of help she needed when the voices grew in numbers like that. No divine force would have cursed her with this kind of torment to begin with.

“Listen, either you buy something or you gotta go.”

Sabrina opened her eyes, gulping down air with the hopes the bile threatening to rise would stay down with it. A middle-aged man wearing a worn polo shirt and cheap Dockers knock offs stood in front of her. He wore a mask of confusion and irritation.

And those damn voices kept growing louder. So loud, she had to focus on his lips to understand what he said. Something about buying something?

She had groceries in her cart a few minutes ago. She came down here for some cookies, a box of cereal, a half gallon of milk and toothpaste. The latter item actually the object of the two-block trek. So why didn’t he think she was here to buy something? The items lay right here in…the cart.

Where was the cart?

Sabrina whirled. This wasn’t the aisle she was on. Shaking her head, she fought against the thought. Obviously, this was the aisle in which she stood. Only seconds ago, she stood next to the pharmaceutical sundries. Bottles of aspirin and cough syrups. One aisle over from the mouthwash and tooth whiteners.

At what point had she moved to the aisle where they stashed magazines and books? The one with lines of chocolate bars and cookies stocked richly enough to become the nightmare of any parent with a wayward child.

The store employee’s worn face looked as haggard as she felt.

“I…” She faltered. Maybe a dozen or so requests from disembodied voices filled her ears. Hard to hear herself think. She had to get them to quiet down. Just for a little while. Please. “Stop. Please.”

He frowned at her. “Stop?”

“No, not you.” Shaking her head didn’t help at all. If she focused hard enough, between reading his lips and pushing through the crowd, she heard him a little. Did she have to go through this every time? Every single goddamn time?

But wait. She had to focus on the fact she’d traveled across the store without realizing it.

“Lady, are you okay?”

Her eyebrows knitted against the noise. She reached out for stability by putting her hand on a nearby shelf, only to end up knocking a few boxes onto the ground.

“Hey!”

“I can’t help you,” she offered to the voices. They never listened, but maybe this time they would. They had to. She couldn’t take much more and if He didn’t want to help now, she’d be hosed until He did. “Please go away.”

“Go away?” The man reached forward and grasped her arm. She knew this because the voices scattered like flies fleeing hot garbage after he touched her. They drifted in and out of her hearing, a little disturbed perhaps by his presence. “You come in here and loiter for hours without buying something…”

Hours? Had she really been here hours? It’d only been a little after five in the evening when she ventured to the mart. What time was it now?

She glanced down at her watch and gasped. Nine-forty.

The voices swooped in like vultures after prey. If the man’s touch bothered them before, they retaliated with an excruciating volume.

Had to get home now. Had to find Him. Beg Him to help. She’d lost almost five hours listening to the echoes of the dead and only He could help her now.

My daughter… Richard needs… Help… Where am I…?

“Please, I’m sorry.”

They grew louder. So many. Too many to deal with. She had to get home.

Please God. Get her home.

Help me… Find Felice…

“I can’t help you!” she shrieked.

“That’s it, lady. If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling the police.”

She wanted to go home so badly, but they crowded her. The voices kept her immobilized. Blinded with indecision, she reached out, sought his help. Show her the door and she’d go home. She’d find the way if he’d help.

The man backed away, his eyes wide. “You get out of here now. Come back when you’re ready to buy something.”

“Sabrina?”

Someone who knew her name?

Oh please. Help me.

* * * * *

Jason came to a halt at the end of the aisle. He thought he recognized his neighbor standing several feet away with a store employee, so he stopped long enough to offer a tentative wave.

Except she hadn’t noticed him. Kind of like every other time they passed.

Beside him, Kelly asked, “Do you know her?”

He glanced at the petite blonde. “Yeah.”

Except he didn’t know her. Not really. He knew her name simply because he’d tried to do the neighborly thing when he first moved in and introduced himself to the other three tenants on the floor. Hers had been the last stop. When the pixie-like woman with amazing hazel-colored eyes looked up at him, his concentration waned just a bit. Observing those eyes next to smooth, caramel-colored skin always resulted in a double-take. Every single time.

Sabrina was stunning. Dark, wavy hair framed her heart-shaped face. Her full lips parted in an easy smile after he explained why he was there. Not quite plump, but with a little more meat on her bones than he normally preferred, something about her curves made him wonder, just for an instant, what her clothing might hide.

“Sabrina?” He sidled up to the store employee, shaking off irritation at the man’s aloof and disgusted manner. He’d heard the rumors about her, but with a brother who’d had his own mental health problems, Jason found the compassion he wished others had shown Teddy. “Hey, remember me?”

She held something in trembling hands. A package of food. If she had any recollection of him right now, nothing in her wide-eyed, blank expression reassured him.

“I can’t help.” She spoke with such sadness, his heart clenched.

Taking a step closer, he asked, “Who can’t you help?”

He and Kelly were both dressed for dinner and the theater. Kelly’s heels clicked against the linoleum as she also moved closer. “Sabrina, I’m Kelly. Can we help you with something instead?”

Jason studied her a little better and realized something haunted Sabrina. The fear in her eyes had nothing to do with the people standing in front of her. There was real, perhaps irrational, fear there.

So the rumors might have a ring of truth to them after all.

She lifted her eyes, the motion reminiscent of a silent prayer. They flittered closed a moment later. She shook her head from side to side, dark tresses shifting with the movement. The box of cereal slipped from her hand, falling to the ground with a soft thud, breaking the silence. When she opened her eyes again, unshed tears filled them. She looked directly at Jason and he thought for a split second she might have recognized him after all, but then the spark vanished. “I want to go home.”

“Sure, Sabrina.” He glanced at Kelly, who nodded. “I’ll take you home.”

Saying those words sounded incredibly right. But that made no sense. He didn’t know his neighbor from Adam. Their relationship thus far consisted of tossing out pleasantries as they passed in the hall or elevator. On top of that, he had dated Kelly within the past year and like a man who planned on keeping his balls, never once thought of glancing at the opposite sex while in her presence.

And face it, with his Wonder bread upbringing, acknowledging even physical attraction to a black woman never occurred to him. His father would give birth to a dozen kittens if he caught wind of it. Make that two dozen.

“I need him. Please.”

Jason gently took her elbow and started guiding her forward. “Who? Your husband?”

Was she married? He didn’t think so. He’d never seen her in the presence of a male. Maybe a visiting father or a brother, though?

Welcome to the new America where no one knew their neighbors. A hundred or so strangers on the Internet, yes, but a person would be considered odd knowing the name of the person across the hall.

“He’ll help— I can’t help you!” She drew back, startled. Tears that hadn’t fallen before streamed down her face.

Jason reached for her again. “Whoa, Sabrina, I’ve got you. You don’t need to help anyone.”

“Is this safe?” Kelly whispered as they started moving forward as one. Behind them, he heard the store clerk mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like “good riddance”. Bastard.

He nodded. He didn’t know for certain if she suffered from paranoia or delusions or what, but he would see her home. What someone hadn’t been kind enough to do for Teddy, he’d do for her.

Sabrina trembled beneath his hand. When he pulled her closer, wrapping around her in a tight hug, she molded against him. A gentle perfume, one he recognized from a high-end department store he frequented, wafted up. He focused on it, letting it be the target of his attention instead of the incredible rightness of her body folded against his during the cab ride. What the hell was it about this woman that sent his emotions on a joyride? He didn’t know her. Yet Kelly, who often hinted at reconciliation, sat on his opposite side and almost might as well not have been there.

After they all exited, Kelly paid the driver as he escorted Sabrina inside. She no longer trembled and her tears had long-since dried. Soft sounds, little whimpers, slipped through her parted lips, but at least whatever haunted her a few minutes ago appeared to have eased its attack.

He tucked away a mental note to check up on her again tomorrow, after the mysterious “he” had helped. She never did answer his questions, no matter how Jason phrased them or how softly he spoke.

They stopped in front of her apartment, and he heard Kelly’s muffled steps against the carpeted floor as she hurried to catch up. Keys jangled when Sabrina dropped them, falling into a tidy heap. He scooped them up, withdrew the one that looked similar to his and inserted it into the lock. The tumbler disengaged and with Sabrina still balanced in his embrace, he managed to get the door open.

Seeing the inside of her home was all she needed. She lurched forward, leaving him behind without a backward glance. “Hey,” he called into the closing gap. “Are you going to be all right?”

The door opened once again and he took the opportunity to offer the keys still dangling in his hand. Sabrina’s eyes brightened, but a shadow crossed her face. Some breeze, some chill in the air swept down his back at the same moment she answered him.

“I’m no teddy bear.”

The words, the inflection, the tone…they were all his dead brother’s. He’d know them anywhere.

His heart pounded while his mind raced with a million questions. How did she know that admonition? She couldn’t have. Absolutely, im-fucking-possible could she have repeated the same words his brother often threw at him when they tousled as youngsters. But the eerie way she said them, echoing her brother down to the finest detail, only his brother—only Teddy—would have said it like that.

She closed the door before he had a chance to stop her. The tremor in his hands, the shock paralyzing his voice, kept him from pounding on it and demanding she come back and explain herself.

Jason clenched his jaw and fought the vertigo gripping him. Several seconds passed before he regained his senses and the ability to walk away. Only Kelly’s presence prompted him into doing so. Either way, leaving now was definitely a temporary retreat. One way or a goddamn other, he would find out more about Sabrina and what she knew about his dead brother.

A sense of urgency drove him. A need that shattered all preconceived ideas, all notions of confusion or impropriety with this woman. If only this once, he needed her. She projected an energy, a powerful compulsion that drew him in and he’d be damned if he fought it now.

Sabrina’s breath whooshed out of her, probably escaping from the way he squeezed her body tight against his. A warning bell in the back of his mind reminded him of her injuries, and he listened to it because while her body he would claim later, for right now, he burned for her kiss.

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“What more could I do to prove to you that I’ve learned the errors of my ways?”

“I’m sure you could come up with something.”

“There’s a slight problem with that.”

“Oh?”

“My imagination, you see. It’s terribly…uh, how should I say…naughty.”

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Nodding, Joy let her head fall forward and rest against his shoulder. When another soft sigh, a pleased moan, fell from her lips, she didn’t try to stifle it.

“When we go inside later, I’m going to walk you straight to the couch and bend you over it. Not one word when I pull down your panties. Not one sound until I put my cock inside you.”

The image filled her mind until Joy saw nothing else.

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“Christ, you’re so wet for me.” He glanced into her face. The stark desire spelled there almost took her breath. He was so intense, his absolute masculinity highlighted by the early morning sunshine spilling into the room, almost perfect. Then his gaze softened, a subtle glittering in his eyes making her heart gallop.

Before she had a chance to process what it meant or how to deal with it, she lost her thoughts to the slow invasion of her body.

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“Get out.” She was shaking with rage. “Give me your key and get out.”
“I can give you this one, but you know someone will just slip me a copy sooner or later.”
“And I’ll castrate the person who does.”
Porter snorted with laughter.

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“Take it off,” he ground out between clenched teeth. If he touched the damned jacket any more without calming down first, he’d shred it with impatient hands. In their line of work, the opportunity to wear one didn’t happen every day. Pepper probably wouldn’t appreciate his enthusiasm.

She raised those pretty brown eyes to meet his gaze, her long curled lashes giving them an edge of mysteriousness. “You sound out of breath.”

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Every time she looked his way, he was looking back. And every single time the hunger in his eyes made her reach for an egg, a slice of bread…anything to toss his way should he decide to act on his appetite. He couldn’t be that ravenous for her, could he?

The worst of it were the little hints he kept dropping throughout the short time frame. Always, just when she thought she’d centered herself, here came Priest to muck it up.

“How sturdy do you think this table is, Pepper?”

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