Happy
Halloween!
My
favorite holiday is finally here! I hope you have plans for
tonight—maybe even outrageous ones. In any case, I want to help you
celebrate.
Below
I’ve got a sexy excerpt from my Halloween paranormal short
Rendezvous.
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.
By the time midnight tolls, Rebecca has come face to face with more magic than she had ever imagined.
Today
only, you can get this book for only 69
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Meanwhile,
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what you think of the excerpt, or what you’re planning for
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can get in touch if you’re the winner.)
The
costume worked its magic. I was astonished at how regal I looked, and
how desirable. The bodice pinched my waist to tiny dimensions, and
forced my breasts upwards. The square-cut neckline drew attention to
my swelling flesh, barely hiding my nipples. In fact, they were not
hidden at all. Though I'd lined the top with muslin as the pattern
specified, the tight nubs were clearly visible through several layers
of fabric.
I
cradled my breasts and used my thumbs to trace circles around those
sensitive buds. With each cycle, the spring of tension in my cunt
wound tighter. A light flick of my thumbnail sent electricity down my
spine and triggered spasms of pleasure. I worried briefly that the
juices trickling out of my cunt would spoil the satin. But after all,
what did it matter? There was no one to see me tonight, no one to
please but myself.
“You
certainly do look sexy. Like something right out of de Sade.”
“What?
Who...?” I whirled around in confusion, my heart slamming against
my ribs. The voice had been close, right next to my ear. Yet the room
was empty, unchanged. The same rippling walls, the same thread-bare
carpet, the same rusty stains on the ceiling. The rumpled bed where
I'd had my tantrum. The almost-empty glass on the dresser.
Ah,
the liquor. I must be more drunk than I thought. I turned back to the
mirror, searching my face for signs of intoxication, and yelped as
something, someone, pinched my nipples.
“Hey!
That hurts.” Indignation overwhelmed fear.
“It
does, at first. But afterwards, it changes, doesn't it? Afterwards,
it feels quite delicious.” I stared at my image, mouth hanging
stupidly open, as invisible hands caressed my breasts. Strong hands,
gentle hands, hands that seemed to know exactly how to make me shiver
with delight. “That's what most people don't understand about pain.
It's the gateway to the most exquisite pleasure.”
The
voice was a melodious baritone, rich, deep, almost hypnotic. “You
fear the pain, but that's foolish. You must surrender to the pain.
Let it move through you. Let it wash away your doubts and your
inhibitions. Let it open you to ecstasy.”
Firm,
unseen lips nibbled at my neck. A warm, wet tongue traced the curve
from below my ear to my exposed shoulder, then down to the hollow at
my throat. With each touch, extravagant new species of pleasure
bloomed in my sex. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back,
savouring the delicate caresses and the amazing sensations that they
triggered in my cunt.
Then
suddenly, something sharp pierced the rounded flesh of my shoulder. I
screamed, surprise heightening the agony that gripped me, and tore
myself away from the grasp of the unseen intruder.
My
reflection made me gasp in horror and wonder. Droplets of blood
oozed from several wounds on my shoulder, wounds arranged in the
distinctive semi-circular shape of a bite.
I
felt an arm around my waist, pulling me backwards against the
unmistakable bulk of a male body. I struggled against his seemingly
supernatural strength.
“Let
me go!” There were fingers at my back, unlacing and loosening the
bodice, working their way into my top.
“Is
that really what you want?” A hand snaked into the opening I had
left in the voluminous skirts—a slight modification I had made to
the pattern. After all, what was the point of wearing a sexy costume
if it made you inaccessible?
Cool
fingertips wandered up the inside of my thigh, smearing the damp of
my secretions into my bare skin. My clit ached in anticipation. A
fresh flow of lubrication made my thighs damper still. “I think
that you actually want something else.” He found his way into my
folds and began massaging the swollen bud at my centre.
I
moaned and arched backward, my body taking over while my mind whirled
in confusion and disbelief.
“Who—what
—are you?” He slid two fingers deep into my sopping cunt, making
me writhe.
“Does
it matter?” Now his thumb beat rapidly against my clit, while his
fingers stroked my depths. His other hand pumped my breast in the
same rhythm. I felt the first shimmers of orgasm, far away like heat
lightning on the prairie horizon.
“I
am who I am, and I know what you want. What you need.” He captured
one swollen nipple and squeezed, waking echoes of his previous
assault. I yelped and twisted, trying to get away but succeeding only
in impaling myself more completely on the hand in my cunt. “Let
yourself go, Rebecca,” he murmured close to my ear. Lost in a fog
of arousal and terror, I hardly wondered that he should know my name.
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