The Whitney Powers Paranormal Adventure 3 Book Bundle

by Jason Paul Rice

  Whitney jumped out of the seat and turned to meet Trent. He knocked the chair aside and their lips locked in passion as Trent reached behind her and swept the papers to the side. He set Whitney on the table and pulled off her pants before ripping off his own clothes.

  He pulled Whitney to the edge of the table and entered his lover. She squealed in pleasure as Trent slowly teased her at first and then increased the speed and power. Whitney dug her nails into the edge of the table and Trent’s left shoulder as he leaned down and kissed her. She quivered and quaked as Trent exploded inside her. She closed her eyes but still saw bright streaks of light beaming in and thought she would lose consciousness.

  She felt Trent’s lips on hers and opened her eyes to see the perfect man. Whitney still couldn’t believe that she had landed a man like Trent. She started to think about their wedding until both of their phones started buzzing like crazy.

  Whitney checked a few of the messages and turned on the TV. She read the bottom banner on the screen that said, “President fires Chief of B.A.Ed.”.

  She turned to Trent. “That son of a bitch fired him. He’s really trying to bury this investigation. We can’t let him get away with this.”

  “Unfortunately, that’s not really how it works. The next Chief is going to decide what we investigate and where to put the resources of the Bureau. We have to wait to see who he employs, but if it’s a crony of Gergen’s, the answer is clear,” Trent said.

  Whitney couldn’t believe it as they lay down to go to sleep that night. She really respected and worked hard for Chief McTalbot. He had given her a chance that not many men in his position would have done. She went to sleep with worry about the future of the investigation.

  The next day, Whitney and Trent woke up to their phones ringing like crazy again. Erick Emerson had been found dead in the trunk of his car with seven bullets in his chest. The man behind the dossier had been eliminated, which gave it even more credence in Whitney’s mind.

  Why would they kill him now? He already put out the damning evidence. Were they afraid he was going to testify or something?

  Trent looked at her and said, “Treason with a side of murder. Why stop when you are ahead, right? I guess they knew he had the goods and didn’t want him digging up any more evidence. Seven bullets in the chest is a clear murder. They didn’t even try to make it look like an accident.”

  “Aw come on now, you’ve never accidentally shot someone seven times by accident?”

  Trent smirked at her, “Yeah, I got this crazy habit of stopping after six. I was trying to set up a meeting with Erick Emerson to see if he had any other information that would be useful for us. I really hope that wasn’t the reason for his…his demise.”

  “Just shows we are smack dab in the middle of a very dangerous situation and we need to be careful. It’s going to be hard now because I want to take down these scumbags even more now. I was already hating them for their actions but this takes it to a whole new level. We have a cover up involving a firing and more or less, an assassination.”

  Trent shook his head, “If they can get to this guy, you’re right, we better be careful. We knew they were cool with murder because of the arms deal, but to start carrying out the act themselves, this bunch of traitors just got even more dangerous.”

  6

  Whitney yawned as she went to the kitchen to start the coffee machine. She noticed a white envelope on the table with an elegant red ribbon wrapped around it and tied in a bow. Whitney pulled the string and the velvety fabric came away from the envelope. She opened the sealed white rectangle and pulled out a letter written in silver ink on purple paper.

  The note instructed her and Trent to leave the city for another meeting with Darominius. The couple got ready and drove about twenty minutes away to a woodsy area. The GPS guided them to a certain point and they stopped and parked on the side of the road. The note had instructed them to turn right, and walk straight ahead for one hundred yards.

  They strolled into the forest and Whitney wondered where they might end up going this time. She enjoyed traveling through time. At the top of a slight hill, the human form of Darominius sat on a huge boulder.

  The shifter said, “My lady, good sir, how does the day fare for thee?”

  “Oohh, an elegant greeting. I like it.”

  Trent greeted, “How’s it going, Darominius?”

  Darominius stood up and bowed. “I am well, thank you. However, this visit isn’t about me or about the case you are currently working on. No, no, this visit is all about one and two, you and you.”

  “What’s going on here?”

  Darominius explained, “Allow me to elaborate. A certain couple has their future nuptials to engage in, pardon the pun. I know you have planned a ceremony on this planet, but we have an offer from another world. Our spirit friends have given me the authority to offer a grand ceremony at their home and then they will whisk you back to your hometown for the reception. The choice is yours.”

  Whitney and Trent looked at each other and neither said a word. She looked into his eyes but didn’t know what to do.

  “So how exactly would that work? Does that mean we would miss the wedding ceremony here?”

  Darominius clarified. “I should explain further. Your human form and normal actions will proceed during the wedding on earth, but your mind will be in the ghost’s world. When you return to your hometown, it will be like you never left. Only two people will know that you were gone.”

  Whitney turned to Trent. “I don’t know. Sounds like it could be fun.”

  Trent asked, “Well, what about time? It goes much faster over there. Won’t that screw things up?”

  Darominius shook his head. “We have accounted for everything. All you two need to do is enjoy the storybook experience and then enjoy the party with your family here. It’s all taken care of.”

  “I wasn’t really looking forward to a long-drawn-out ceremony though. How long will this one be?”

  Darominius said, “This one will be brief for obvious reasons. We realize time is of the essence in this matter.”

  Trent said, “I say let’s do it.”

  Whitney had hoped he would say that and instantly agreed.

  Darominius walked around to the other side of the huge boulder. He moved some leaves around and pulled out a small circular object. He dusted it off and Whitney realized he held the vortex in his hand.

  He used his golden hands to pull and stretch the portal out until it was big enough for a human to fit through it. The vortex remained a perfect circle the entire time Darominius had been increasing the size. Whitney stared at the swirling numbers, letters, and colors only a few feet away. They appeared to be moving faster than the other times she had been through the vortex.

  Darominius extended an inviting hand and gestured to Whitney and Trent to enter the portal. The dragon shifter stepped away and Whitney dove in headfirst followed by Trent. Whitney felt much more pressure than before and thought her body was going to be crushed. Before too long, they were splashing down in the salty sapphire waters again.

  Whitney’s feet hit something that felt like a trampoline and she sprang out of the water and high into the air. She started falling and a red hover board glided under her and broke her fall. She looked over to see that Trent had landed on a blue board about fifteen feet away.

  Whitney grabbed onto the silver hand grips and the hover boards zipped off to the right and landed on a huge patch of green grass not far from the bank. Two small structures stood on either side of a huge oak tree. Whitney was invited into one and two teenaged ghosts led Trent into the other.

  As soon as she entered the dimly lit room, several hands ripped Whitney’s soaked clothing from her body. She felt a cold pair of hands cover her eyes and someone else grabbed her shoulders and spun her in circles. The cinnamon scented hands never left her eyes as Whitney started to get dizzy.

  The spinning finally halted and light flooded in as the door opened. Two hands gent
ly pushed her in the back. Whitney emerged into a sunny day and looked across the way at a dapper man in a white tuxedo and black bow tie. She looked down at the most perfect dress she could ever imagine.

  The soft white silk dress had running trails of crushed gems circling around the body and skirt of the sleeveless piece. Red rubies, emeralds, sapphires, amethyst and diamonds were lined up like a spiraling rainbow of precious stones.

  The knee-length dress also sported a plunging neck line to let Whitney steal the show. She didn’t want to take her eyes off the magnificent dress until she remembered they didn’t have any time to waste.

  “You look unbelievable,” Trent said as he rushed over and kissed his wife-to-be.

  “You look perfect.”

  Whitney heard a voice from behind and turned to find Richard. He said, “I am so happy that you two chose to join us for this special occasion in your lives.”

  Richard led them to a long, open boat deck containing ghosts in nice robes. The couple got aboard and Richard followed as they shoved off and started to flow down the channel. Whitney remembered this part of the usual trip and tried to enjoy the experience as she held Trent’s hand.

  They pulled up to their friends’ castle and Richard transformed the flat incline into steps. Everyone waited as Whitney and Trent had the honor of walking up first. When they got to the top, the door was open and they strolled right in.

  Elaborate decorations had been placed everywhere and two girls heaped red rose petals before their path as they entered the castle. The main colors in the foyer were purple and black jade and Whitney had to hold back the tears already.

  Many ghosts whom Whitney had never seen before were flooding into the huge foyer. She spotted her family of friends and fought to get over to them with Trent.

  Raquel said, “Thank you so much for indulging our request. Sorry to be greedy and want to share this event with both of you. I wish we had so much more time to enjoy this, but perhaps another time we can do the extended version. I just wanted to give you the best of both worlds.”

  Whitney started to feel guilty about not actually being there to let her father walk her down the aisle. She would be there in body, but not in soul. She hadn’t really thought that part through even though that walk was the only part she was really excited about.

  Trent joked, “How many weddings do we really need?”

  Roland said, “You only need one. Some women think you need to have a special wedding ceremony for everything.”

  Raquel smiled, “Some of us have a flair for the spectacle. And you might want to bite your tongue Roland; you don’t want me to embarrass you in front of all these lovely people.”

  “Speaking of which, who are all these people? I really don’t think I know anybody. Oh wait, there’s Susan and her husband over there.” Whitney waved and watched Susan try to fight her way through the guests.

  Richard said, “You don’t, but they know you. You two have already helped out these ghosts and you will do much more to help everyone on our planet in the future.”

  A bell rang and everyone started backing away from the couple. A shower of silver, purple and green glitter fell from the air and landed on Trent and Whitney. The ghosts formed a ring around the couple and an older man emerged from the crowd.

  He had a long white beard that hung to the middle of his chest. The man said, “Fair warning that this is going to sound very informal. Wedding ceremonies at times drone on for hours about much nonsense that matters very little in the end. I can recite many verses from many religious texts that apply peripherally to marriage, but that doesn’t send the only necessary message needed.”

  The couple held hands and stared into each other’s eyes as the older-looking ghost continued. “When we talk about love and committing ourselves to each other for the rest of our lives, that’s what we need to focus on. It’s an easy task to tell your husband or wife ‘I love you’ when things are going well. We must be even more steadfast to say these words when matters aren’t well. For better, for worse.”

  The old ghost paused for a moment. “Love needs be applied when we are feeling our lowest. And when we feel low, we must allow love to lift us up and carry us to the clouds. Love is an extremely powerful force. You must harness it and apply it to cure the ills of your partner. When the other is down, you raise them up with your love. Don’t ignore them or walk away. Smother them in love until all the problems start to dissolve. Love each other.”

  Whitney tried to hold back the tears as the man continued, “I speak in simple words because sometimes we complicate matters of life for no known reason. We don’t need fancy words to show us that we love each other. Love your partner with all of your heart and you can overcome any situation. There will always be rough times, always, but you need to love each other and support each other emotionally. All the other things will fall into place if you simply put your love for each other first. Due to this being a truncated ceremony, you may seal this marriage with a kiss. This kiss will pledge a lifetime of love to your partner.”

  Trent and Whitney’s lips met as soon as the words had been uttered. Two soft kisses were followed by a firm one and Whitney could hear the people clapping around them. Another shower of purple and green glitter fell from the ceiling and landed on the newly married couple.

  Everyone cheered as Richard led them back out the front door.

  “So that was it? It’s official with just a kiss? We didn’t even have to say any words or exchanged rings?”

  Richard answered, “We apologize for having to make a brief ceremony but you will say the words and go through the entire legal procedure on earth. Your marriage is official.”

  Trent held her hand as they walked down the steps to get back on the ferry.

  He said, “We’re married. How about that?”

  “I know, I know. I’m still shaking. It was kind of weird but it was so romantic. We are like a Prince and Princess in these clothes.”

  Richard said, “I hate to butt in, but I need to brief you on this return to earth. You will go up the slide as you have in the past and through the tunnel, but you will land at the party as it is going on. Try not to act too suspicious when you get back.”

  The ferry pulled up to the slide and the suction pulled Trent and Whitney in. They went through the normal return procedure and Whitney stood in the kitchen of Victoria’s house.

  “I mean, you looked so beautiful today. You look beautiful every day, but especially today,” her aunt Rita told her.

  Whitney looked into the dining room and saw Trent sitting next to her dad and Aaric. They made eye contact and Whitney felt frozen in time. She couldn’t believe she was now officially married to the perfect man. Whitney wondered if Trent had similar thoughts about her. He had always drowned her in compliments, but she assumed he was just being overly nice.

  Ursula Powers said, “It’s such a shame that you two won’t get a proper honeymoon. When do you have to go back to the Capitol?”

  “We have to be back in two days. It’s not ideal like this, but we knew if we put it off, it might never happen. It sounds weird to say, but the life we live moves fast and doesn’t leave much social time anymore.”

  Victoria said, “You sound like me with the kids. And I’ll just say that I’m delighted you two chose to get married. Now we can complain to each other about married life.” Her sister giggled and sipped her gin and tonic through the red straw.

  Whitney made her way around the party several times thanking everyone and she was already starting to miss her husband. They had been separated for most of the party as they were constantly being pulled away in different directions.

  Whitney turned around and found the person she was looking for. Trent leaned in and hugged her.

  “This was pretty much a perfect day. What a great party here!”

  Trent gave her a kiss as they held the embrace. “I agree, and not much dancing, which is always alright with me.”

  “Why, you’re a great
dancer.”

  Trent said, “Just because you are my wife doesn’t mean you have to lie to me to make me feel better. I know I’m not a good dancer.”

  “Yes you are.” Whitney rubbed her nose back and forth across Trent’s.

  Trent asked, “Should we go to the hotel now?”

  Whitney nodded and the couple made their rounds thanking everyone before they got into the limo. They drove into the city and Whitney and Trent made out in the back the entire time. The couple went up to the room and Trent unlocked and opened the door.

  Whitney felt something in her shoe and she stopped for a moment. She took off the high heel and shook it out. Purple dust danced in the moonlight as a reminder of the other world.

  They held hands and walked over a path of rose petals leading straight to the bed. A wooden canopy held a see-through red curtain that surrounded all four sides. They slowly undressed each other and drew back the red lace.

  The married couple playfully attacked each other and Trent ended up on top. He gave Whitney soft, wet kisses from head to toe until her body was on fire. Trent started out slowly and Whitney waited for him to increase the speed like he normally did.

  However, he just kept making sweet love to his wife and Whitney got lost in the sensuality of the moment. He kept driving her crazy and she felt like a real princess. Trent had always treated her like royalty, although today’s surrounding scenery really reinforced the idea.

  Whitney wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. She could feel both of their hearts beating in unison and had never felt closer to her lover. After about an hour, Trent finally finished inside Whitney. She pulled him in close again as her body trembled. She kissed his neck several times and Trent buried his head in her chest.