It’s almost Halloween. How about a little “Ghostly Indulgence”?
Blurb:
Nurzhan and Spyridion are ghosts. The only night they can become corporeal is All Hallow’s Eve, when they should be busy haunting. Hopefully, there will be some time for fun, as well. They’re determined to get to know each other much better on this one special night. But how can they live a whole year without touching each other again?
Excerpt:
The closer it got to Halloween the harder Spyridion tried to think of a way to get up close and personal, in private, with the truly yummy Nurzhan. The problem was, all ghosts were so busy at Halloween. They were supposed to devote themselves to scaring people all night long, yet this was the only time they could become fully corporeal and fuck properly as humans. It hardly seemed fair that on the one night a year they were guaranteed multiple outstanding orgasms, they were fully occupied jumping out of closets and saying “Boo” to unbelieving humans. Although he didn’t want to totally abdicate his duties on that night, surely he could spend an hour or so in bed with the one ghost he desired above all things, Nurzhan. How to set it up was the problem.
Spyridion was in one of his favorite places, sitting on the steeple of St Thomas the Apostle by the Sea Church, looking out over the ocean, when he saw Nurzhan floating toward him. Damn, that man was fuckable. Shoulder-length black hair, silky-soft and swirling around his head. Eyes so deep a brown a man could drown in those sexy, dark pools. And built. Oh yeah, big all over, especially where it counted the most.
Spyridion knew Nurzhan was interested in him. They’d even exchanged a few touches and a kiss, but he wanted a whole lot more than that. And he wanted it the one night of the year when they were both able to become corporeal.
Nurzhan wafted down onto the steeple and settled himself beside Spyridion.
“Hi there. All ready for the big night?” Spyridion asked.
“Yeah, well, um, I’ve been thinking about that.”
“You have? Me too.” Spyridion felt excitement tingle through him. If he’d had a pulse it would have been racing right now.
“I don’t think it’s fair the way we ghosts aren’t recognized for all the hard work we do each All Saint’s Eve. It’s time we stood up for ourselves and made people realize we have rights, too.”
Well, damn. That wasn’t what I was hoping he’d say!
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Or would you prefer werewolves?
“Were the Hell?” Blurb:
Septimus, is sent to a pack across the country to see if they have a solution to why almost no females have been born into his pack in over 30 years.
As soon as he walks into the meeting room he smells his mate. The lust between them is instant and fierce. By day they try to solve the problem of the gender imbalance, by night they fuck each other’s brains out.
Septimus finally gets a lead as to why there may be no females born in his pack. An old man, Arthur, remembers a wizard threatening to curse his pack. Septimus and Arthur speak to a very old woman, Richenda who gives them some trails to follow.
Septimus’ duty is to help his pack. But he’d much rather be in bed with Dai. And is the situation even solvable anyway?
The following excerpt is for readers 18 and over.
Excerpt PG 13
Septimus had sometimes wondered if he’d only ever been sexually attracted to other males because there were so few younger females in his pack, and the few there were didn’t light his fire. But the minute he walked into the meeting room with the weres from the Forest Hill pack, he knew he was genuinely, one hundred percent gay. He could smell his mate.
His cock stood up and fought to get out of his jeans, stretching the fabric so tight that he was going to have blue balls for a week. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck were also standing straight up. His skin tingled, electrified with sexual arousal. And the scent of his mate was overpowering him, dragging him into the room with almost physical force.
His nose led him unerringly to his mate: a tall, lean man of about thirty, with tanned brown skin, dark brown hair, and liquid chocolate eyes. Those eyes were staring at him, the man’s strong nose was flared smelling his scent and from the huge bulge in his pale cargo pants, the man was every bit as aware of him as he was of Mr. Tall, Tan, and Delectable.
As Septimus walked across the room, his cock leading the way, the man moved to meet him. Their gazes were locked, and Septimus was totally oblivious to everyone else in the room and the task he’d been sent to do. He was about to put out his hand when the other man reached him and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him in for a hard, body-blending hug.
“I’m Dai. We’re mates.” The words were harsh, bitten off, said almost as a challenge.
“Septimus. I know.”
The Alpha of the Forest Hill pack stood just a few feet away. He coughed, cleared his throat, then said, “Gentlemen, let’s get this meeting underway. Dai, you should sit next to Septimus, not in your usual place.”
So even the Alpha smelled their attraction. That certainly proved he was not being misled by his cock. Damn! His dick had never been this big before. If only he could undo his jeans and give it some room before it broke his zipper.
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Berengaria
Got me interested in the ghost story. Once a year is a long time to wait for love!