Is he the ghost who has been disturbing her dreams or is he a wretched soul who needs her help? A breed of light shifters ensnared Grant Calder. He's trapped between two dimensions. Will he ever live a normal life again? For several months, Violet Georges has worked as a housekeeper for a boss she's never seen. But All Hallow's Eve has arrived, and so has the time to demand answers or she's out of there. She barges into her employer's room, only to discover a naked man waiting to pleasure her. Or is that all he wants from her? Excerpt: He trailed passionate kisses along the silky curve of her neck as she quivered in anticipation. His lips left burning fire in their wake. Was she making love to a ghost? Violet Georges told herself she should have known better. Ghosts didn't exist, and yet here, on the rumpled cotton sheets of her single bed, he rested his elbows on either side of her head and gazed into her face with adoration. And outright lust. She couldn't see his face clearly. It was as if a thick, gray haze hung its languid pall between them, obliterating any sense of reality. Violet felt the heat of his muscled, powerful body and her nipples beaded into tiny points of pleasure. Even if she'd wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to speak for sheer exhilaration. No man had ever aroused her as this man had. She wanted to ask his name and where he came from, along with a hundred other questions, but none of those things mattered. Nothing was important except the burning need spiraling through her naked body. Glistening tears struggled down the sides of her face and into her long, mussed hair. If she didn't hold onto him, he'd vanish into the ethereal realm from which he'd come.