For the month of October find all of my eXtasy Books on Sale including fan fave mafia romantic suspense, The Always Cambridge Series; Editor’s Choice, historical romance, The Devil Take You; AND the haunting Lustful Possession Saga. A perfectly haunting read that’ll get you in the mood for all hallows’ eve.
Though this collection of short stories is predominantly dark erotic paranormal—at times verging on horror—it runs the gamut in sub-genres and eras—from contemporary to historical time-travel, and back again. Please note: the series also incorporates both m/f and m/m couplings, plus some multi-partner interaction.
A seemingly harmless paranormal investigation sparks a series of haunting events that ultimately sends an international team of supernatural investigators to Ireland and to one of the most haunted destinations in all of Europe.
Travel Through Time and Unravel the Mystery of Cairnnon Castle
Part 1 – Meet Me in the Dark
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)
Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween event—a good scare to get the blood pumping. Little does she know her actions that night would unleash an ancient evil.
Part 2 – Dark Foursome
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)
A foursome takes on a whole new aspect when a fledgling couple, is hijacked by two randy spirits, who then use their corporeal bodies to recapture the sexual pleasures they enjoyed when they inhabited the physical world.
The saga takes a sudden medieval time-travel twist in Part 3 – The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
(m/f, time-travel, Ireland, historical, paranormal, dark erotic, verging on horror)
Cairnnon Castle is one of the most haunted places on earth and home to one of the most evil entities ever documented. When an enthusiastic troop of paranormal investigators descends on the ancient stronghold, all hell breaks loose.
Meet the O’Cairnnon’s – a fate most do not survive
Part 4 – Rising From the Darkness
(m/m, paranormal, erotic, contemporary)
U.S. paranormal investigators return to Ireland to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the Fall of Castle Cairnnon. But what they find instead might set the paranormal community on it’s collective ear.
Part 5 – Dark Seed
(paranormal, erotic, contemporary, m/f story with m/m interaction)
The supernatural investigators’ extraordinary discovery, can only be described as a miracle. Or is one blessing, just another curse.
Part 6 – Bending Darkness
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, time-travel, historical)
The Cairnnon curse threatens to turn one woman’s dreams of happily-ever-after into a hellish nightmare.
And Part 7 – Dark Defeat – The stunning conclusion to the Lustful Possession saga (paranormal, dark erotic, time-travel, historical, an m/f story with f/f and m/f/f interaction)
Hell bent on saving her children, a mother will stop at nothing to defeat the evil that stalks her family, or at the very least, she’ll die trying.
Evil never gambled on battling one pissed off mother!
Please be aware: This erotic paranormal collection of short stories contains both mf & mm pairings, & cliff-hangers. Installments must be read in order.
Enjoy an Excerpt from Book 4 – Rising from the Darkness
After about an hour of lifting medium-sized boulders into a mining cart, Mishel slowed, his body heavy and listless. He could do this all day at any other time, but for some reason his normal drive was deserting him. But he didn’t want Joel to think he was a bad or lazy laborer, so he kept at it until he almost dropped a large rock on his foot.
“’Er now. Wha’ are ya doin’, mate? You’re gonna break your geddamn foot.”
“Good thing for steel-toed boots, eh, Ten?”
“Ya don look so good. Perhaps ya’d better sit. Grab my canteen o’er there and take a drink.”
Appreciatively, Mish did. He took a long draw on what he assumed was water, but came up spitting and sputtering. “Jesus Christ, Ten. What the fuck have you got in here?” Disgusted, Mishel dragged his hand over his mouth.
“Whiskey, o’ course. How the hell do ya think I keep from goin’ looney tunes down ’ere?”
“Well, there’s one way to do it. But you could warn a guy.”
Ten sat on a massive rock across from Mish and held out his hand. Mish passed him the flask. The big man took a big gulp.
“Where are ya from?” Ten asked.
“South Carolina.” Just as he hadn’t been more specific with Joel, he was the same here. Most likely they’d have no idea whereabouts he meant anyway.
“‘Ere now, take another sip, and let’s get back ta work. The boss is the devil’s own when we slacken off.” Ten screwed the top on and tossed it to Mish. He then went to work. But Mish set it aside. He was already feeling somewhat queasy—another sip might make him lose his lunch.
“Christ, when was the last time he cleaned the inside of that flask.” Mish spat, trying to get the revolting taste out of his mouth.
Sluggishly, he attempted to work, but his head ached along with the rest of his body. The nausea led to dizziness. He wanted to escape the cavern in the worst way. But when Joel had gone above ground he’d taken the lift up to ground-level with him.
Unable to locate Ten by that point, Mish sat on the ground. The blackest of moods settled over him. Dark thoughts plagued him. The longer he sat there, the worse it got. He wanted to crawl out of his own skin, beginning at the top of his head, and peel it away. The image of it developed in his mind. The urge to mutilate himself was almost overwhelming.
He rubbed his eyes viciously, irritated by the dust he assumed.
All of a sudden he heard scratching noises. “Oh just fuckin’ great. Rats, no effing doubt! God I hate this place. Joel, Christ! Come get me. I can’t stand it.”
He listened intently. Somewhere off in the distance, he thought he could hear water trickling. But beneath that… there was something else. “What the fuck is that?” He shut his eyes and concentrated.
Weeping.
It sounded like a woman, crying. She was in agony, as if she were being brutalized. Calling, begging, pleading for help. Her suffering was palpable, the sorrow in her cries crushing. It consumed him—the anguish to get to her was overpowering.
Mish sprang to his feet with sudden energy. “I’m coming! Hang on!”
He started to run, but found himself knocked on his ass. He’d run into something absolutely solid.
With a shake of his head, he stared up.
It was a man, but it definitely wasn’t Ten.
Mish’s blood ran cold. The man was not of this time. His chest was bare except for a scrap of thin blue fabric worn like a sash. Mish gaped at the hardened warrior who stared at him intensely.
“Don’t you hear her?” Mish asked, his voice sounding puny and pathetic, even to him. “Why aren’t you helping her?” He stood up, facing the giant.
The ancient man opened his mouth to speak, but the horrid smell that came from his gape sent Mish to his knees, retching.
Mish was so drained he crawled on his hands and knees, finally collapsing with his face in the dirt. Unable to move, he was certain he was dying. The rock beneath him began to crumble away. He was totally aware, but too exhausted to save himself.
Just as suddenly as the earth had begun to disintegrate, it stopped. Most of his body had a solid base under it—only one arm dangled over the precipice. Mish groaned as his stomach roiled again. He had nothing left to heave.
Listlessly, he turned his head, dragging his chin through the dirt. He looked over the edge and peered into the clear blue eyes of a woman.
She reached for him.
With his arm hanging limply over the side, their fingers almost touched.
Help me, she pleaded, but her lips never moved.
He’d found her. But it was too late. For both of them.
For a more erotic excerpt hop on over to the original Pick a Genre Already and enjoy an extract from The Fall of Cairnnon Castle, and for a non-erotic, more evocative teaser, click over to Breaking Genre for a snippet from Dark Foursome.
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Kaea Hemopo was a man on a mission. He planned to kill the bastard who killed his grandmother, and nothing was going to stop him. He had the man lined up in his sights, his finger on the trigger, and was prepared to die to get it done, but then Kaea found out that he was following the wrong man.
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
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