Friday, June 1, 2018

New Release! The Witches of Gloucester - #FFF #paranormal #Gloucester #giveaway

The Witches of Gloucester cover

Today is release day for my lesbian erotic romance novella The Witches ofGloucester. This is more than just a sweet and sexy story about women, beauty and magic. It’s also something of a love letter to one of my favorite places in the world, Gloucester, Massachusetts.

Gloucester is located on the the rocky Cape Ann peninsula, and has one of the most complicated shapes of any city I’ve encountered. 




Because of this, it faces the sea in many different directions. Each seashore exposure has a different feeling about it. There’s the coastline along Atlantic Avenue, looking out to the open ocean, as the waves crash on Bass Rocks. There’s Long Beach, lined with summer cottages, and the much wilder and more complex Good Harbor Beach. Closer to the more populated part of town you’ll find the inner and outer harbors, where the fishing fleet anchors. Rocky Neck is a narrow peninsula sticking into the inner harbor, a long-time haunt of artists and craftspeople. 

 
Good Harbor Beach, Gloucester

Gloucester offers everything I adore: history, natural beauty, cultural attractions. For me it has always felt magical. In my tale, the witches in the title are the guardian spirits of this unique town, and responsible for the remarkable feeling I get when I’m there, the sense that something special is waiting just around the next corner.

Blurb

Its not about power. Its about love.

The historic port of Gloucester, Massachusetts has a special charm, due at least in part to its resident witches. For decades, raven-maned Marguerite and red-headed Beryl have lived among its hard-working inhabitants, making magic and mischief. Love and sex fuel their supernatural abilities, but duality limits their power. To reach their full potential, they need a third witch to complete their circle.

Rejected as a nymphomaniac by her puritanical boyfriend, Emmeline escapes to Gloucester to work on her PhD thesis. From the moment she arrives, Marguerite and Beryl sense her erotic vitality and unrecognized paranormal talent. The platinum-haired beauty may well be the enchantress they have been awaiting for so long. Now they need to show Em that her prodigious libido is a gift, not a liability, and to persuade her that her destiny lies in the sea-girt town they guard, and in their arms.

SPECIAL BONUS: Also includes "Late Show", a contemporary FF erotic romance tale about second chances.

Exclusive Excerpt

There’s a new girl in town.”

I know.” Beryl stretched her white arms over her head, to their maximum extent, then pulled herself up into a sit, legs crossed Indian style. A rich fragrance of pussy rose from between her parted thighs. “She stopped at the store yesterday, looking for titles about colonial-period Salem.”

I’m sure you were very helpful.” Rolling onto her side and propping her chin up on her palm, Marguerite grinned at her redheaded partner.

I didn’t dare get close. She was broadcasting sexual energy in every direction – pulsing like some hunk of radioactive matter. I swear, I nearly came, standing twenty feet away. Amazing!”

Yes – I’ve been aware of her aura for the last few days. But I haven’t actually seen her.”
Beryl leaned forward for a quick kiss. Marguerite fought the urge to pull that pale, compact body down on top of her own. Not that Beryl would mind, of course. In fact, the little ginger cat took advantage of their closeness to tweak one of Marguerite’s still throbbing nipples, before pulling back.

You’ll appreciate her,” Beryl added. “She’s just your type.”

You mean, loud and bratty, like you?” Marguerite dodged Beryl’s flying fist. “No, seriously – what’s she like?”

Young. Ethereal. Full of light. Wait, I’ll show you.” The witch padded on bare feet over to the wooden sea chest across the room to pull out a length of navy blue cloth printed with yellow-gold stars. She spread it over the braided rug that took up most of the floor. “Come. Sit with me.”
While Marguerite settled herself cross-legged upon the starry throw, Beryl retrieved a half-melted sapphire-blue candle from a shelf above the bed. She arranged it upon the cloth between them, then passed her cupped palm over the charred wick. “Illumine,” she declaimed.

The candle spontaneously ignited. At the same time, the afternoon dimmed. Sudden dusk descended. The blue-edged flame glowed, but did not dispel the gathered shadows.

Look into the fire,” Beryl instructed.

Marguerite tended to use crystals or mirrors for divination. It took a few moments for her to discern the forms moving in the flickering brightness. As she focused her attention, the image grew more distinct.

A diminutive young woman even paler than Beryl sat reading at an old dinette table. Straight silver-blond hair cascaded down her back, almost to her waist. Her black tank top showed off a surprisingly deep cleavage for someone with such a petite frame, while her brief shorts clung to what looked like a heart-shaped ass.

Concentration knotted her eyebrows. Her rosy lips were pursed into a moue of dissatisfaction. She appeared to be struggling to comprehend the material. Or perhaps she was just restless. After a few moments, she snapped her book closed, rose from her chair and wandered over to peer out at the forest of masts visible through the open door. Her movements were like willow branches in the wind. Her hair shimmered in the sun, a platinum river. Marguerite’s theory about the woman’s ass was confirmed.

She’s amazing! Do you think...?”

It’s possible,” Beryl replied to the unspoken question. “But how can we draw her to us? You know the rules. We can’t use magic to bind her. She must come to us of her own free will.”

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Want to win a copy? Leave me a comment (with an email address, please), telling me about a place that you feel is magic. 

I’ll randomly draw two names who’ll receive a copy in their preferred ebook format.

Meanwhile, you can buy the book – which also includes a bonus story, “Late Show”, which appeared in Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 – at your favorite bookseller.

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5 comments:

Larry Archer said...

You had me at "Rejected as a nymphomaniac by her puritanical boyfriend." I was hooked!

bn100 said...

Disneyland

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Debby said...

There was this big old willow tree that I used to go visit and it felt magical.
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Corrie Kuipers said...

Anywhere with water has something magical to me.
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Crystal Benedict said...

We have a small dam here just on the edge of town. I love to go there and listen to the water flow. It's one of my favorite places to go.

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