Sunday, October 25, 2020

'Tis the Season for all things Spooky... @HKCarlton #Halloween #EroticParanormal #EroticHorror

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The Lustful Possession Series


H K Carlton

A seemingly harmless paranormal investigation sparks a series of haunting events that ultimately sends an international team of supernatural investigators to Ireland and to one of the most haunted destinations in all of Europe… Castle Cairnnon.

Lustful Possession — A saga sweeping several generations of characters, in an unsettling and at times horrific tale with many twists and turns, and a stunning conclusion you won’t see coming.

Travel through time and unravel the mystery of Cairnnon Castle...

Please note: Though this collection of short stories is predominantly dark erotic paranormal—at times verging on horror—it runs the gamut in sub-genre cross-overs and eras—from contemporary to historical time-travel, and back again. The series also incorporates both m/f and m/m couplings, plus scenes with multiple-partner interaction including m/m/m and m/f/f. Must be read in order.

Part 1 - Meet Me in the Dark

(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)

Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween event—a good scare to get the blood pumping. Little does she know her actions that night would unleash an ancient evil.

Part 2 - Dark Foursome

(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)

A foursome takes on a whole new aspect when a fledgling couple, is hijacked by two randy spirits, who then use their corporeal bodies to recapture the sexual pleasures they enjoyed while inhabiting the physical world.

Part 3 - The Fall of Cairnnon Castle 

(m/f, time-travel, Ireland, historical, paranormal, dark erotic, verging on horror)

The saga takes a sudden medieval time-travel twist. Cairnnon Castle is one of the most haunted places on earth and home to one of the most evil entities ever documented. When an enthusiastic troop of paranormal investigators descends on the ancient stronghold, all hell breaks loose.

Meet the O'Cairnnon's - a fate most do not survive

Part 4 - Rising From the Darkness

(m/m, paranormal, erotic, contemporary)

U.S. paranormal investigators return to Ireland to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the Fall of Castle Cairnnon. But what they find instead might set the paranormal community on it’s collective ear.

Part 5 - Dark Seed

(paranormal, erotic, contemporary, m/f story with m/m interaction)

The investigators' astonishing discovery at Castle Cairnnon, can only be described as a miracle. Or is one blessing, just another curse.

Part 6 - Bending Darkness

(m/f, paranormal, erotic, time-travel, historical)

The Cairnnon curse threatens to turn one woman's dreams of happily-ever-after into a hellish nightmare.

Part 7 - Dark Defeat 

The stunning conclusion to the Lustful Possession saga (paranormal, dark erotic, time-travel, historical, an m/f story with f/f and m/f/f interaction)

Hell-bent on saving her children, a mother will stop at nothing to defeat the evil that stalks her family, or at the very least, she’ll die trying.

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Lustful Possession Bundle 1

which contains the first 3 books

Meet Me in the Dark, Dark Foursome &

The Fall of Cairnnon Castle


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Enjoy a snippet from my favorite book in the series — :o Oops! Can I say that? ;) — The Fall of Cairnnon Castle.


Cairnnon Castle, Ireland—The Present

The earth underneath me quakes. The sky above me falls. It rains down on me. Pain explodes inside my head. My ribs break. I am crushed.

A deafening rumble offends my ears. My body is tossed and crumpled, battered by debris. It goes on for an eternity.

And then...

Silence. Stillness.

The pain is immense. Like nothing I’ve ever endured in my life.

Oh, God! Please! I implore wordlessly. I cannot speak, scream, or moan.

My eyes are closed. But beyond me, there’s brightness, so vivid I detect it through my closed eyelids. I try to open them, but none of my faculties are functioning. I am heavy. My lungs are burning. It hurts to even take shallow breaths. I concentrate on the unenviable task of simply inhaling in and out—an action I have obviously taken for granted all these years. The dust is choking me. I try not to cough. I will split apart if I do. My ribcage has already splintered with the weight upon me.

A low hum begins. It is annoying, but as it goes on it becomes comforting, harmonious.

As the fire in my chest subsides, I am lethargic, sleepy, and content.


I know what this is. It is elemental. Inevitable, from the moment we take our first breath.

I wait for it...

Death comes.


I am in and out of consciousness.

Just come,” I whisper. Speaking is laborious, yet somehow it happens. “Just take me.”

The incessant drone becomes vibration.

I sense it, a presence. Above me. Surrounds me. Becomes me.

The pain subsides by degrees. Warmth seeps into me. I sigh at the pleasure of it. I hadn’t realized I was so cold.

Without words, it communicates with me. Death is one with me.

You enjoy that.”

Yes. Thank you.” My gratitude is profound.

You know what I am.”

It is a statement. It is a part of me. It knows what I am thinking.

I don’t need to articulate. “Yes.”

You are not afraid.”

No, you comfort me.”

For a moment I sense confusion, and I am bewildered by it. It is not my uncertainty. It is illogical. Death would not emote. But my thought is distracted.

The lovely heat spreads, radiating through every part of my broken body.

Ahhhh, that feels so good.”

Everything in me tingles, from the top of my head right down to my feet. There is no pain. Not even my lungs hurt anymore. My inhalations become rapid instead of shallow. My blood rushes. I can hear it traveling through my veins. My pulse pounds in my head. My body throbs. My breasts tingle and my loins catch fire.

I squirm. My body tightens. The heaviness in my lower body is nothing but carnal.

I am not even being touched, but I am being consumed and stimulated on every level. Mind, body and spirit.

It fills me, inside and out.

Unable to stop myself, I feel my hips list in that dance as old as time. I am going to come.

Onnhhh!” I am bombarded by one blissful, gut-wrenching wave after another of exquisite, relentless pleasure. I want to weep at the intensity of it, but I am helpless.

It has to stop, but I don’t want it to end. I thrash, uncontrollably experiencing an all-over body orgasm like nothing I’d ever experienced in life. Is this heaven? A powerful tug, deep inside, sends another round of sweet undulation through me.

I cry out.

What am I, Nevaeh?” Death demands.

I pant with my last breaths.





The Lustful Possession Saga books are on sale until October 31st at eXtasy Books along with all backlist titles, including Editor's Choice Historical Romance, The Devil Take You and fan favorite, Mafia Romantic Suspense, The Always Cambridge Series.

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Saturday, October 24, 2020

Charity Sunday for #LGBTQ youth - #CharitySunday #TheTrevorProject

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Welcome to Charity Sunday, a monthly blog hop focused on sharing information about good causes and giving back to the world. Today I’m supporting The Trevor Project, an organization that operates twenty-four-hour phone and chat services for LGBTQ youth at risk for suicide.

It’s never been easy being a gay teenager, but COVID-19 has made things a lot difficult. Research shows that the pandemic has serious negative implications for the mental health of LGBTQ youth. Social distancing can isolate vulnerable teens from the positive connections they need for support. In addition, they may be necessarily confined with individuals who are hostile or abusive. The economic fall out from COVID-19 has hit gay youth much harder than many groups, partly because their employment or housing status is often shakier to begin with. In these uncertain times, many of us feel anxious and pessimistic about the future. These negative effects are often amplified for LGBTQ youth.



The Trevor Project provides professionally trained, empathic support via their help lines. They also help LGBTQ youth to connect with one another, including virtually, through TrevorSpace, the world’s largest social network for young LGBTQ people. Having a community where others are facing similar challenges can make the difference between hope and despair.

This month I will donate $2 to The Trevor Project for every comment I receive on this post. I hope you’ll also visit the other bloggers participating in today’s hop. Each of them has selected a worthy cause close to their hearts – and each will donate based on your comments.

Meanwhile, given the LGBTQ theme of my charity, plus the imminent arrival of Halloween, I have an excerpt from my MM paranormal erotic romance Necessary Madness.

Nineteen year old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world apart. Everyone assumes that he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Rob's own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially devastating.

Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man - an attraction that appears to be mutual. When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.



Blackest night—no moon, no stars. A chill wind, rustling the piles of dead leaves and far away, the hoot of some bird swooping through the forest. Try to move, try to stand. Agony burns brighter than the sun, in the shattered leg crumpled underneath your body. Clutch at the steel rails, slippery with blood. Terrible, total weakness.

A single eye shines in the distance, diamond white, cutting through confusion. The steel sings underneath your body. The beast growls, hurtling closer. You scream, of course you scream. Your cry is drowned by the thunder of the engine, the wail of the whistle. The rails shake, grow hot as live coals. The eye bears down.

No! Help!” Kyle dragged himself out of the horrible dream just as the train hit. The headlight dimmed behind his eyelids, then flickered out. The roar of the engine gradually faded. He sat up in the unfamiliar bed, gasping for breath, his bare chest dripping with sweat.

The maple tossed in the autumn breeze outside the window. He heard a bump outside his closed door.

Kyle? Are you okay?” Even through the door, Kyle could hear the concern in Rob’s voice.

Yeah. I guess.” A twinge hit his left leg, the faintest ghost of the pain from his dream. “Come on in.”

His host sat on the bed, wearing nothing but snug white briefs. Kyle let his eyes travel over Rob’s sculpted chest, following the trail of blond hair that ran along his breastbone down to his navel. An impressive bulk pouched inside the BVDs. Kyle felt his own cock stir and thicken under the blankets.

So it happens while you’re sleeping, too?” Tousled and bleary-eyed from his sudden awakening, Rob looked younger. He smelt of mint toothpaste.

Sometimes. It’s different, though. In the waking visions, I’m a spectator, watching helplessly as disaster strikes. In my nightmares, I feel as though it’s all happening to me.”

Have you tried sleeping pills?”

Kyle laughed grimly. “They only make it worse. There was one night at Worcester State where I screamed for three hours straight without waking up.”

God, I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.” Rob shifted, turning more towards Kyle. The cop’s hands clutched compulsively at the bedspread. The lump in his shorts had grown.

Kyle remembered what he’d seen the day he’d awakened at St. Vincent’s. Himself, kneeling before Rob, sucking the cop’s dick. A wave of lust washed over him. He decided to be bold. After all, he had nothing to lose.

There is. Hold me.”

What?” Rob’s eyes widened.

Climb under the covers with me. Put your arms around me.” Kyle flipped back the sheets, exposing his naked body to Rob’s hungry gaze. “Please, Rob. I’m so alone.”

Are you sure?” Rob’s voice shook. The cop stared at Kyle’s rapidly hardening cock.

Kyle stroked himself. His cock swelled in his fist. “Do I look uncertain?”

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Friday, October 23, 2020

No Tricks, Just Treats -- #Giveaway #Halloween #FreeBooks #Prizes

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Anyone who follows my blog will know that Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday. I love dressing up. And I still, after all these years, believe in magic. (If I didn’t, I couldn’t write the sort of stories that I do.)

Anyway, I believe in celebrating All Hallow’s Eve in style. I’ve been giving away free books all month, but during the next week, I’m really handing out the treats.

Starting today, through Saturday the 31st, I’m running a contest with the following prizes:

First prize: $10 bookstore gift certificate

Second prize: $5 bookstore gift certificate

Third prize (5 winners): Your choice of any one of my indie-published paranormal titles.

What do you need to do to win? Any (or all) of the following:

  1. Comment on any blog post during this week – but only if you include your email address (obfuscated is fine).

  2. Join my VIP email list (if you are not already on the list). To join, click here.

  3. Send me an email at contest [at] with the subject line “No Tricks” (if you’re already a VIP reader).

  4. Review one of my books on Amazon or Goodreads and send me the link (5 entries).



You can enter as many times as you want via methods 1 or 4.

I’ll draw the winners on Halloween!

Join the fun and enjoy the season!

Thursday, October 22, 2020

Doubt gives way to desire -- #BWWMromance #eroticsuspense #muslim @LaylaWritesLove

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He’s everything she wants, but can she trust another man?

From award-winning writer and bestselling author Lyndell Williams, a steamy romance that tests the boundaries of faith and yearning.

If Maryam Avery stays in New York for one more day, she will die.

Trapped in an abusive relationship with the manipulative and cruel Raad, she can feel her life closing in around her. After he chases her from her home and family, Maryam flees to Philadelphia, searching desperately for a new beginning, something to help rebuild her spiritually and physically.

When she meets the mysterious Adam, things are thrown off-kilter. A successful businessperson with his own past that he is fleeing from, he is everything that Maryam wants. But can she trust another man?

Doubt gives way to desire. They find themselves in a whirlwind romance, and for once, it seems like everything will work out.

Until Raad turns up.

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Maryam finished cooking and stood in the hall, holding a thermos of hot coffee in one hand and an egg sandwich half-wrapped in aluminum foil in the other. How angry was he? What is he going to do to her?

Adam strode toward her, grumbling and fumbling with his belt buckle. “Eight months of work shot to hell.” He stopped. His glower transformed into a grin that reached his hazel eyes. “What’s this?”

She plastered on a smile and batted her lashes at a speed almost matching the cadence of her heart. “I thought you could take it with you.”

His shoulders relaxed. He held her face in his hands. “You’re something else, Mary. You know—” he sprayed her lips with kisses “—I owe you a honeymoon. How about I arrange one?”

I’d like that.”

He pressed her backward, pinning her between his body and the wall. The heat reignited and waved through her, burning away any fear or anxiety. He might have been angry, but not with her, and he would not take it out on her. She balanced the sandwich and mug in her hands. Her breathing got heavier with each nip to her neck. “Adam.”

He stepped back and reached into her robe. “Mary,” he groaned and yanked her panties from her hips while uttering a dua. Already moist white lace and satin fell to her feet. He propped against the wall across from her and ripped open his pants snap and zipper. “When you same my name like that, I got to have you.”

But your friend.”

Will wait.” His rough hands spanned up her thighs and clenched her rear, lifting her. His breath rushed into her ear. “I want you now. Do you want this or not?”

His throbbing stiffness titillated her fiery folds. “Yes.” She locked her legs around his hips at her ankles and squeezed his broad shoulders as he stretched and filled her. “Adam, please.” She slowly blinked at the bobbing picture of Mecca hanging on the opposite wall as he bounced her on his stiffness. The movement of their bodies fed a mounting desire. Their first time together had been so tender. He had eased her fears and brought her to ecstasy. Now, the raw lust surging between them infused every inch of her in a way she had never felt before. It was all so glorious. She tucked her heels under his tense bottom, stilling his thrusts and unleashing a carnal shriek from deep inside. He soon roared in release and set her down. She panted, leaning against the wall and letting her legs drop.

He trailed pecks up her neck before stealing her air with a lingering kiss on her lips. He pinned her gaze while adjusting and closing his pants. “You don’t know what you do to me, Mary. I’ve never wanted someone so much.” He disappeared into the kitchen. Water ran for a moment before he came back, taking the thermos and crushed sandwich from her hands. “I’ll be back in time for the next prayer.” He offered salams and bit into it, strutting away and disappearing into the morning light, flooding the opened door.

About the Author

Lyndell Williams is an award-winning writer and bestselling author. She is a cultural critic with a background in literary criticism specializing in romance. She is an editor, writing coach and mentor. She has been published in peer-reviewed journals and writes for multiple online publications.


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Another paranormal giveaway! #Shapeshifter #SteamyRomance #Halloween #Giveaway

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As Halloween creeps closer, I’m giving away more free paranormal books! Today you could win a copy of my shape shifter erotic romance The Eyes of Bast. Just leave me a comment to enter the drawing – but please include your email so I can find you if you win!


Trust your heart. Follow your dreams.

Shaina Williamsgrandmother bequeathed her that wisdom, along with an old pendant from the Islands, carved from an ocelots tooth. When instinct tells Shaina to visit the feral cat trap shes set in Central Park, she listens to that inner voice. She discovers shes caged a magnificent black tom, but the cat inexplicably vanishes after she tends to his wounds. Seeking the errant feline, Shaina encounters instead a handsome stranger whose slightest touch sets her body on fire. As the day dawns after a night of ferocious passion, her mysterious lover is forced back into his true shapethe tomcat she rescued.

Born a cat, Tom was transformed into an unwilling shape shifter by a sorceress who craved a human plaything to satisfy her perverse lusts. Centuries old and irresistibly powerful, Delphine Montserrat will stop at nothing to find her runaway familiar. Shaina vows to do whatever is necessary to defeat the vicious but seductive witch and save the man she believes is her soul mateeven though it might mean losing him forever.

Steamy Excerpt

I slipped my key into the front door of my building, thinking about ordering Chinese for dinner. All at once, I heard someone call my name. I glanced around. Aside from an old woman walking her golden retriever, the sidewalk was empty.

Weird. But then it had been a weird twenty-four hours.

Go check the old elm.

I swear, the voice was clear as crystal in my mind. Lack of sleep, I told myself. Or stress. The cage is still in my apartment. There wont be anything there. But the urge to go back to the park just wouldnt let go.

Trust your instincts. With a sigh, I turned and headed for the park, pulling my mace out of my purse as I walked.

The sky was still light enough for me to see shapes and shadows, even under the trees. As Id expected, the area beneath the elm was empty, the grass trampled from my previous visit. Of course, no cats revealed themselves. If there were ferals around, theyd be hiding in the underbrush, wary of my scent and the sounds I made, despite my attempts to move quietly.

Tom wasnt afraid of me. The thought made me ache. Hed been such a gorgeous, affectionate cat. I hoped he was okay.

Hello.The voice was male, low and throaty. I jumped and whirled around.

A man stood behind me, a fairly young man with sleek, dark skin and a wide, shy smile. Although his body appeared to be fit and muscular, he held himself in an awkward manner, as if he had some subtle handicap. His arms hung at his sides, his hands clenching and unclenching as though he didnt quite know what to do with them.

I gripped my mace more tightly. He didnt appear at all threatening, but I wasnt taking any chances.

Umwhat are you doing here?

Nothing, nothing…” He shrugged and scratched the curly black locks that covered his head.I heard your voice. I wanted to make sure you were all right.

Had I spoken aloud? I returned his smile, still uncertain whether I should trust him.Im fine. Just taking a walk.

Its not safe here after dark, you know.

His earnest tone made me chuckle. I held up the can of mace.I can take care of myself.

Worry furrowed his high forehead.That wont help against some of the things that come out at night.

A chill shot through me. I shook it away.I was just headed home anyway.

Good. You should be careful.His smile returned, melting my last vestiges of suspicion. He pronounced his English with a precision that made me wonder if he spoke something else as his native language. It wasnt exactly an accent, but I could tell he wasnt a native New Yorker.

What about you?

Oh, I know my way around here,he answered. He ran his fingers through his curls and arched his back a bit, as though stretching. Despite that odd awkwardness, he was lithe and graceful. A brief pang of desire shot through me.And I have excellent night vision. Exceptionally sharp hearing too.

I couldnt figure out why, but something about him felt familiar.Have we met before?I asked then cringed, realizing it sounded like a pick-up line.I meanumI dont mean…” Hot blood climbed into my cheeks, though the shadows were probably too dense for him to detect my discomfort.

His bold laugh rang out in the growing darkness.Maybe we have met,he said.I live in the neighborhood. Do you?

Pretty close,I answered, alarm bells sounding in my head. No matter how handsome and charming he was, I wasnt about to give him my address.

Well, then, you never know. You said you were heading home. May I walk with you?He took my arm without waiting for my permission.

UmActually…” His touch stopped me cold. It drove out rational thought. As if someone had turned on a faucet, hormones poured into my blood. My nipples tensed and my lower lips grew plump and slick. Fire tipped the fingers resting on my bare forearm. I gasped, staring up in wonder at his strong, even features, overcome by his imminent maleness.

I wanted to stretch out in the grass and pull him down on top of me. I was dying to feel his weight on my chest, his hardness probing between my thighs. Skin on skin was what I craved, with an urgency Id never experienced in my all my twenty-eight years.

His nostrils flared and I knew hed caught the ocean scent rising from my sex. I could smell it myself. My saturated panties and jeans were no barrier. He grinned, revealing teeth so white they gleamed in the twilight gloom. I shuddered with need, imagining those teeth tearing my flesh, and stumbled on the gravel path.

Are you all right?he asked. He released his grasp to search my face, concern evident in his eyes. The blaze raging through my body subsided slightly.

AhI think so. Im dizzy…” I wasnt lying. The world swung around us, tree canopies whirling overhead. Gradually, the universe settled back into place. My heart rate fell to something close to normal. My nipples still ached for contact, though. My clit pulsed, the seam of my jeans kindling sparks every time I moved.IveIve got to go.


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