Hands Off My Astral Plane! Psychic Selena James is having the kind of week that makes her happy to talk to the dead. First, famously skeptical (and sinfully sexy) writer, Trent Sanders, called her delusional on TV. Next, her outraged mother publicly challenged him to spend two weeks with Selena at the haunted Garvey Hotel. Now, if Selena can't prove ghosts exist, she'll answer to Trent's private wager: one night in his bed. It doesn't take any psychic abilities to know Trent could satisfy a woman's every fantasy. And she may find out very soon, if the two sex-starved ghosts in residence have their way . . . Trent Sanders doesn't believe in anything he can't see, taste, or touch, and what he sees right now he would definitely enjoying tasting and touching. Selena James might be a bit kooky, but she's also blessed with a body that could certainly raise the dead, if not talk to them. She's even got a wicked sense of humor, like when she pinched his butt and insisted it wasn't her, but one of the "ghosts" Riiiiiight. But as things move from "haunted" to extremely hot, Trent's starting to believe the paranormal is a one-way-make that four-way-ticket to paradise . . . "Readers will enjoy the dry, witty humor and down-home feeling of this steamy, fast-paced romantic suspense" -Romantic Times on Southern Comfort