In my recent release, Death by Delilah, the spirits of Delilah’s grandparents play a major part.  Because they are disembodied voices, we cannot see what they’re doing.  Heck, they can’t even see what they’re doing!  LOL.  Anyway, since my books are often “experimental speculative fiction” I sometimes need to qualify what readers are reading with a bit of explanation.  As soon as you get into the swing of the story, you’ll get it. My fellow LAW members are more apt to ask, “What’s not to get?” but that’s because we share the same wild writer’s imaginings.  Enjoy! 

Death by Delilah

Ashlyn Chase

 

Delilah Mills, a navy enlistee, is on the verge of finding true love. All she needs is a little push or so her grandmother believes. The elder Delilah can’t resist the urge to meddle with her namesake—even if she’s a ghost and her influence is limited.

 

Joshua Sparks, a naval officer attracted to Delilah since their teens, discovers the crush has been mutual all these years. Back then, he let her mixed race and his parents stop him.  Now, the Navy says they can’t date.  One night they throw caution to the winds and not only can’t undo what they did, but don’t want to.

 

Can two Navy lovers, equal in resolve but not in rank, secretly live together off base, without discovery getting one of them transferred to the Middle East? 

 

<i>Publisher Note: A shorter version of this book was previously published elsewhere under the same title.</i>

R Excerpt:  To clear up any confusion—the ghosts do NOT observe the couple having sex.  The elder Delilah (ghost) just loves to tease her husband.  Here’s the clip where that happens.

 

“For heaven’s sake, Delilah. They’re about to grind their coffee.”

“I still don’t know what—”

“Roll in the hay, bury the bone, shake the sheets, ride the rocket, sink the soldier,

dance on the mattress, knock boots… You know damn well what I mean.”

“You mean they want to have sex now?”

“Genius!”

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

“I did. About a dozen times.”

“Yeah, in some kind of World War II code. How the heck was I supposed to figure

that out?”

“Do I really have to keep telling you to give the kids their privacy?”

“I turned my back five minutes ago. I knew they wanted to have sex.”

“You what?”

“I knew they wanted to have sex, not doodle their canoodle or whatever the heck

you said.”

“You’re killin’ me, Delilah.”

“And I keep telling you—”

“I know, I know. I’m already dead but if I was alive again, you’d be killin’ me.”

“If we were both alive again, I’d be doodling your canoodle right now.”

“Now you’re talking! Let’s get to the second part of that continuing education class

on out-of-body sex.”

“Sure. What’s it called, ‘Knocking Boots When You Don’t Have Feet’? Or might it

be something like ‘Burying the Boneless Ham’?”

“It’s called ‘Making Love in the Astral Realm, Part Two’.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No. Why? What’s wrong with that?”

“We can learn to have sex but you leave my astral realm alone.”

* * * * *

“Are you feeling what I’m feeling?”

“If you’re horny, then, yes.” Delilah wrapped her arms around Josh’s neck and

pulled him down close enough to nip his earlobe.

They groped and wriggled to loosen and shed their clothes as fast as possible.

Delilah, caught in her pantyhose, toppled off the bed and onto the rug. “Oomph.”

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Josh extended his hand, ready to help her up.

Instead she yanked him toward her and said in her sexiest voice, “Why don’t you

come and see?”

He grinned and kneeled beside her. “Let me take a good look.” He ran his hand

from her ankle, up one leg to her knee, kissing it and then caressed his way to her thigh.

“This leg seems all right. I’d better check the other one.”

She leaned back on her hands and stretched out both her legs. Josh rubbed teasingly

in circles from her other foot to her other thigh. He avoided the spot in between and

continued up her sides with both hands.

As he reached her breasts, he cupped them and rubbed her nipples with his

thumbs. She closed her eyes, arched and moaned.

“Ah, there seems to be a couple of sensitive spots here. I think I should kiss them

and make them better.”

“Oh, yes. I want to feel your mouth on my breasts, Josh. Please.” Delilah arched,

thrusting her breasts forward.

He dipped low, drew one nipple into his mouth and ran his hot tongue around the

sensitive pebble. Sucking gently, he massaged the other breast. When he released it, he

asked, “Better?”

“Ohhh… Yes, that’s beginning to feel better.”