My
lesbian fantasy novella The Witches of Gloucester is now
available in audio, from WordWooze Publishing!
Narrator
Lorraine Walters does an amazing job bringing my sunny, sensual tale
of lust, love and magic to brilliant life. As always, the quality of
the WordWooze edition is stellar.
Check
out the audio sample at Amazon
or Audible.com.
You can get the book for free if you sign up for an Audible
subscription.
I’ve
included an excerpt below, but you really need to listen to
the book to appreciate it.
Blurb
The
historic
port
of
Gloucester,
Massachusetts
has
a
special
charm,
due
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.
To
reach
their
full
potential,
they
need
a
third
witch
to
complete
their
circle.
Platinum-haired
newcomer
Emmeline
might
be
the
woman
they’ve
been
waiting
for.
Excerpt
“Will
she come, do you think?” Marguerite gestured toward the 1930’s
brass Commodore clock on the mantel, which read ten minutes past
four. “She looked so nervous yesterday – as if she thought we’d
eat her alive.”
“Well,
actually, when you put it that way...” Beryl allowed herself a
lecherous chuckle.
Her
companion gave her an exasperated grin. “This is not a joke. You
know as well as I what is at stake.”
“Don’t
worry, Mar. She’ll be here, though she may have to wrestle a few
doubts into submission first. She feels the pull, just as we do, even
if she doesn’t understand it.”
“Well,
I do hope she arrives soon.” Marguerite surveyed the elegant table
she’d set. She picked up a Blue Willow porcelain teacup and wiped
away an imaginary smudge. “The icing on the petit fours is
melting.”
As
if in answer, chimes tinkled at the front of the house and a hint of
fresh air slipped in the open door, bringing the ubiquitous tang of
salt. From his corner cage, Marguerite’s mynah, Jonah, exactly
mimicked the sound of the doorbell. Beryl jumped to her feet. “I’ll
go show her to the parlor.”
“No,
no – let Gloria do that. We don’t want to spook her with excess
enthusiasm. Settle down and compose yourself. Remember, you’re a
member of the Ladies’ Welcome Brigade. Refined. Polite. Proper.”
“Proper?”
Beryl grinned and thumbed her peaked nipples, obvious as always
through the navy blue crepe of her blouse. Her eyes fluttered shut as
she relished the sensation. “Refined? Me?”
Marguerite
licked
her
full
lips.
She
swept
her
palms
over
the
plum
velvet
caftan
that
hid
her
thighs.
“Try
to
pretend,
darling.
Just
this
once.”
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