Switching
to a different genre today, I’m sharing a bit from my lesbian
erotic romance novella The Witches of Gloucester. Leave
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The
Witches of Gloucester
Lesbian
paranormal
erotic
romance
(FFF)
It’s
not
about
power.
It’s
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.
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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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5 comments:
cool
Bn100candg at hotmail dot com
Like the paranormal aspect of this story
skpetal at hotmail dot com
Not my kink, but thank you for the excerpt.
I don't read FF but love your other books...
Thank you for the excerpt! Not my cup of tea but it sounds interesting.
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