Sunday, October 16, 2016

Sunday Snog 249: Halloween Heart Throbs - Rendezvous (#giveaway #pnr #bdsm)

It’s Sunday again. I’m off traveling this week, but I couldn’t leave you without a snog!

My kiss excerpt today is from my sexy BDSM ghost story, Rendezvous.

As promised, I’m giving away a book every Sunday during October. You can win a copy of this one. Just leave me a comment! Don’t forget to include your email address!

And as usual, I hope you’ll visit Victoria Blisse for more sexy Sunday Snogs!


For Rebecca, Halloween has always been special, an opportunity for her to cast off her sensible, ordinary self and assume a new look and a new identity: someone extraordinary, sensual and seductive.

When Halloween night finds her stranded by a breakdown in a seedy motel nearly a hundred miles from her friend's annual party, she's terribly frustrated and disappointed. Then she discovers that her room is haunted by the invisible but unquestionably virile ghost of a rake who seduced local women nearly half a century earlier. Gradually, the ghost unmasks Rebecca's secret desires, fulfilling every one.

By the time midnight tolls, Rebecca has come face to face with more magic than she had ever imagined.

Sulfur. Just a faint trace, as if someone had been striking old-fashioned wooden matches. I opened my eyes. The stains on the ceiling whirled dizzily for a moment before settling down.

I tried to move my arms and discovered that my bonds were gone. I was stiff from immobility. My joints complained as I brought my legs together, sat up, and scanned the dingy, run-down interior.

My costume hung limply on the door. The corner was empty, no whip, just a couple of dust bunnies. There were no ropes, no stockings dangling from the bed posts. It was so quiet that I could hear the dripping of the shower faucet.

I was alone, or so it seemed. Something in my chest seemed to shatter.

Then I realised that the other bed was occupied.

He was tall, muscular and utterly gorgeous, with moon-pale skin and luxurious black hair that curled over his high forehead. He wore tight jeans and a leather motorcycle jacket, with a snug T-shirt underneath. I almost drooled over his sculpted cheekbones and decisive chin. His eyes were closed, shaded by thick dark lashes. He didn't seem to be breathing.

I reached out to brush my fingers over his face. “Tony?” My voice was a tentative quaver. There was no response. But it had to be him. As an invisible spirit, he had seethed with energy. Now he was inert, lifeless, definitely dead.

Tears welled up in my eyes. He had touched me. I had touched him, surrendered to him, made myself his. We had shared something real, something that would have been magical even if he had been flesh and blood instead of some spectre.

I leaned over and brushed my lips over his mouth. His lips were cool, but not stiff. I realised that, with all our carnal connections, we had not kissed. Taking his face in my hands, I kissed him deeply, threading my tongue between his motionless lips, pouring out my warmth and passion.

He stirred beneath me. I pulled back. I'd never expected to wake the dead. His eyes opened and focused on my face.

Rebecca! You can see me?”

I don't know how or why, but yes, I can.” I sat back and gave him an exaggerated once over. “And I must say, I like what I see.”

Thank you, my little slut.” His smile was warm, rich and full of power. It matched his voice. He reached for me, pulled my body on top of his, and gave me a kiss that felt hot and real and unequivocally right. His reactions were real, too; I could feel his cock stiffening through the denim. I rubbed my naked cunt against him, and sensed him hardening further.

I don't really know how these things work,” he said, finally breaking away from my mouth. “Hauntings and so on. And of course, I don’t really remember much about my other —manifestations. But maybe you can see me because you're the first person who trusted me enough to let me be myself. The first person who's really touched me, since that Halloween in ‘62.”

Have you ever...has there been anyone else, since—well, you know?”

Since I died?” I flinched a little, and he laughed. “I really don’t know. I have some vague recollections, more images than memories, women writhing underneath me, pale skin marked by the whip. Maybe it’s some kind of test. Maybe there’s someone sent to meet me here, each year, to offer me a chance at redemption.”

On the other hand, maybe I’m just remembering scenes from my glory days.” He sounded slightly bitter, but then he smiled. He ran his finger along a scarlet welt which stretched from the crest of one breast into the hollow between them. I shivered at his touch. Shades of past pain flitted through me, raising answering surges of pleasure.

You know, even back then, when I was alive, the dark secret of so many of the county women—maybe I wasn’t real. I thought that I was in charge, taking what I wanted. But actually, they used me. To satisfy their bodily lusts and their nasty fantasies. When they went back to their nice, normal husbands or boyfriends, I was alone. Even then, I was just a shadow.”

You didn’t have anyone?”

He gave an empty laugh. His voice was heavy with irony. “I thought that I wanted freedom. And variety. But what did I know? I was just a kid. I was only twenty six when that bastard shot me.”

My heart ached as much as my clit. “It’s not right. You don’t deserve to be punished; that murderer does.”

I don’t know. Maybe I’m being punished for being blind, for not seeing what really mattered.” He stroked my hair and gazed at my face, silent, for a dozen breaths. “You. You’re something special, you know. You understand the power of surrender. You offer your spirit as well as your body.”

I glowed all over at his praise. “I’m pretty ordinary, really. Just a girl who happens to believe in magic.”

Too bad that I didn’t meet you—before.”

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. What were the chances I’d meet my soul mate in this dump of a place? What were the chances that he’d be dead?


Sound like something you’d like to read? Leave me a comment with your email and you could win a copy!

1 comment:

Colleen C. said...

Happy Sunday Lisabet! Have a safe trip!

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