Mine by Regina Puckett

Regina Puckett
By Regina Puckett February 23, 2013 11:21

Mine by Regina Puckett

Summary:

Alle had no idea a date with her hot coworker, James, was going to go so terribly wrong. She should have refused to go as soon as he told her they were going ghost-hunting in an old abandoned mental hospital. It didn’t take long to discover that they are the ones who are being hunted.

According to the author, this book contains more than two words of profanity per page.

The author has rated this book PG-13 (questionable content for children under 13).

Excerpt:

Alle sniffed back tears. There was no way she was going to cry like some big old baby. It was a dark, scary building, so what? In the bright light of day, it was certain to be just a dusty, old building. In just a couple of more hours, the sun would be up and if James hadn’t returned by then, she would find her own way out of the building and back home. James had better hope she didn’t have to that, because if she did, she was going to post messages on Facebook and Twitter, and let everyone know what a jerk he was. By the time she was finished, he would never get another date.

The damn dimple should have been a dead giveaway. She had never dated anyone with a dimple who had ever turned out to be the person he presented himself to be. Dimples were her Achilles’ heel. She loved them. It didn’t really matter where they were located; chin or cheeks. However, she didn’t know what it was about having a dimple that turned a guy into such a total ass. Maybe it was because the dimple made them look so innocent and appealing that they could get away with murder. Most guys could do what they wanted, when they wanted, and all they had to do to get out of trouble was to grin. That dimple would come out, and all would be forgiven, but it was going to take a lot more than a cute dimple for her ever to forgive James for deserting her.

Without warning, the atmosphere in the hallway took a dramatic change. The air around Alle felt thicker and pulsated between hot and cold. The muggy air had so much static electricity in it that every hair on her body felt as if it was standing on end. That strange sensation set her on edge, and she was unprepared when someone let out a long, slow sigh into her right ear. She could have chalked up the sigh as something out of her imagination, but there wasn’t just the sound of the sigh, but a breeze that blew across the back of her neck and cheek.

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