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.
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
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.
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.”
* * * *
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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