For today’s edition of Sizzling Sunday, I have an intense FFF excerpt for you, from The Witches of Gloucester. This book is free at Smashwords, through tomorrow. I also have a few free audio downloads available. If you want one, leave me a comment with your email!
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.
Beryl
slid off the sofa to sit cross-legged on the carpet. “Why don’t
you come down here? Across from me, that’s right. We’re going to
play a game.”
“A
game? What kind of game?” Memories of high school spin-the-bottle
flashed through Emmeline’s mind. I wouldn’t
mind kissing Beryl, she mused.
Or Marguerite either. She’d
never been attracted to women before – at least not consciously –
but now the notion seemed the next natural step.
“Cards,”
Marguerite answered. She lowered herself to join them on the floor,
tucking her legs underneath her, then placed an over-sized deck in
the center of the triangle formed by their bodies.
An
intricate design decorated the back of the cards, full of stars and
planets, fanciful animals and twining vines. The illustration, plus
the size of the cards, led Emmeline to expect a tarot deck, but when
Marguerite turned over the top card, it was an ordinary three of
hearts.
“Take
a good look at this card, Emmy. Fix it in your mind. Close your eyes
and visualize it.”
Card
tricks? Spin the bottle
sounded like more fun.
Brushing the thought away, Emmeline did as
Marguerite
instructed.
“Can
you picture it?”
“Yes.
Of course.”
“Now
open your eyes. I’ve hidden the card somewhere in the deck. I want
you to find it.”
“Don’t
be silly!”
“I
think you can do it, Emmeline.” Beryl fixed her with that
penetrating green-gray stare of hers.
“Concentrate.
Send your mind out seeking that three of hearts. Listen until you
hear it call.”
“Please!
I don’t have any kind of psychic abilities or anything.” The two
women stared at her, focusing on her face. Their scrutiny sent hot
blood climbing into her cheeks. “Aside from a couple of strange
dreams that seemed to predict the future... Honestly, I can’t.”
“I
believe you can,” said Marguerite, her voice rich and sweet as
whipped cream. “You can if you try.”
“Do
it for me, Emmy.” Beryl leaned forward. Her blouse gaped at the
neckline, revealing the symmetric curves of her bare breasts.
Emmeline’s own nipples snapped into aching knots.
“But...”
“Emmeline.”
She
heard authority in Beryl’s voice, power that had been cloaked until
now. It simply wasn’t possible to refuse.
“Okay,
okay...” Em shut her eyes once again and summoned the image of the
card.
Some
force tugged at her hand. At first she tried to ignore it, but as the
pull grew stronger, she gave in. With the three of hearts blazing
behind her closed lids, she reached for the deck, gripping it with
her thumb and forefinger about a third of the way down. She cut the
cards, laying the part of the deck she’d removed face up on the
floor. When she opened her eyes, a ten of clubs showed on top.
“You
see? I told you...”
Marguerite’s
voice was almost inaudible “Look at the card on the top of the
stack you have left, Emmeline.”
She
flipped the card over to reveal the three of hearts.
Fear,
excitement and lust washed through her in alternating waves. She
pushed the exultation away.
“It’s
just random luck,” she said, wanting but not daring to believe.
That force, that attraction – she’d imagined it. She was
suggestible – Tim had always said so – and these two women had
formidable wills.
“Try
again,” Beryl urged.
The
two of spades, the Jack of diamonds, the ace of hearts – she found
them all, one after the other.
The
pull of the card she sought grew stronger each time.
“What
does it mean?” she asked at last. She sounded small and scared to
her own ears.
“Let’s
try something else first.” Marguerite drew a card from the deck,
gazed at it for a moment, then placed it face down in front of her.
“Tell me which card I just picked.”
The
answer came to her almost before the tawny beauty had asked her
question, with no effort at all. “Four of diamonds.”
“Now
me.” Beryl selected not one but three cards, setting them out in a
row. “You know what to do, Emmeline.”
The
messages weren’t so clear this time. She felt as though several
different people were shouting in her head. Images of cards flashed
by, too fast and indistinct for her to decipher. “I don’t know,”
she whimpered. “I can’t...”
Beryl
seized her by the wrist across the gap. Power jolted through her. The
pictures snapped into focus. “Nine of spades, six of clubs, Queen
of hearts. Oh my God...”
Marguerite
gathered Emmeline into her arms as the girl burst into ragged tears.
“Hush
now.” The raven-haired woman combed her jewel-encircled fingers
through Emmy’s platinum locks. “Don’t be afraid.” Warm lips
branded Emmy’s brow. A supple tongue flicked out to gather the
tears from Emmeline’s cheeks. Through wine-colored velvet,
Marguerite’s ample bosom, simultaneously soft and firm, pillowed
her own more modest breasts. A whiff of cinnamon tickled her nose,
followed by the musky aroma of female arousal.
Emmeline’s
already swollen nipples pulsed like the lighthouse off Bass Rocks. A
wave of liquid need swept through her, cresting and breaking between
her thighs.
“Oh...oh,
please...” Marguerite’s fierce kiss swallowed her moan. A
snake-like tongue wriggled into Emmy’s mouth, brazen and seductive.
Emmeline yielded, swooning with the heat of that kiss, until
needle-sharp teeth nipped the plumpness of her lower lip.
“Hey!
Aah...” Her yelp became a groan of need as the tiny pain kindled
new fires in her hungry pussy.
“Ssh.
Just relax, love.” That was Beryl’s voice, smooth, hypnotic,
matching the delicate brush of fingertips along her shoulders and
down her arms. “Let us pleasure you the way you deserve.”
Seduced
by the redhead’s quiet dominance, Emmeline obeyed. She closed her
eyes, letting the rising tide of her own lust drown the last shreds
of fear.
In
the sweet darkness, every sensation grew more acute. Marguerite
deepened the kiss, sucking Emmy’s tongue into her mouth, while
Beryl stroked Emmy’s back, belly and thighs. The wandering hands
barely touched Emmeline’s body but everywhere they traveled,
delicious heat followed.
Sparks
danced along Em’s naked skin in the wake of Beryl’s fingers.
Naked? When had she removed her clothing? Her eyes fluttered open.
Shadows hung in the opulent room, shaped by candles that flickered on
the mantel. It was nearly midsummer. How could the night have come so
quickly?
Embarrassment,
wonder and need warred within her. Arousal coursed through her body
in shimmering waves, so intense it was almost pain. She found herself
splayed nude upon the carpet, arms flung out and erect nipples
pointing at the ceiling. Her knees were bent, her thighs spread wide
in lewd invitation. Moisture seeped from her exposed cleft, dampening
the silky nap of the rug beneath her.
Beryl
knelt in the gap between Em’s legs, equally naked, her
porcelain-pale skin gleaming in the dimness. Candlelight struck
glints from her coppery crown. Emmeline couldn’t help staring at
the matching tangle hiding the woman’s sex. She ached to part that
auburn curtain and taste the moist flesh it concealed.
The
older woman grinned. Mischief glittered in her emerald eyes. “Time
enough for that later, girl. The first climax must be yours. Trust
us. We won’t harm you. We just want to teach you who you are.”
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