GHOULISH GALA CONTEST AND EXCERPT - AMBER QUILL PRESS
BOOK ONE OF THE PORTAL TO DARKNESS SERIES
When Diana Waters attends her first Mardi Gras masked ball in New Orleans, she has no inkling she’ll be spun back in time to the Dark Ages on a carousel manipulated by the jealous witch LeFay Morgan. She has no clue her new lover, Lance Davison, costumed as a black knight, is in actuality a powerful wizard. He follows her not only to protect her, but to break the curse cast on him by the evil wizard Mardroc and save his brother’s castle holdings.
Will Diana and Lance be able to survive their journey into the portal to darkness, where a deadly drang and great, spider-like creatures pursue them at every step? Or will they discover a way to destroy their ruthless enemies and return to the present day, unscathed and with their love intact?
EXCERPT - WARNING - EXPLICIT - YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO READ THIS
Diana found the portables, and, when using one of them, was careful to touch as little as possible so as not to pick up an illness, protecting her hand with paper even as she unlocked the door. As she exited, she was intent on tossing the paper in a trash can and didn't see the man until he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward a dark alley. Although there were people lined up to use the toilets, a fight had broken out over someone who'd crowded in, and no one noticed she was being accosted.
Indignant at what the man was doing, she cried, "Let go of me!" and opened her mouth to scream.
A fat, greasy hand clamped over it before she could. His breath was fetid and he smelled of urine. Panic stopped her breath. She sought to calm down by telling herself Phebe would find her if she didn't return. When she thought of the enormous crowds and how difficult it would be to get help, dismay rocked her. Her heart raced. She thought her blood pressure must be off the chart.
If she was to get away, she had to do it herself. Stomping on the man's instep and managing to bite his little finger when he loosened his hold on her mouth, she got out one good scream before he grabbed her hair and slapped her. Tears stung her eyes from the pain. He grabbed her arm and twisted it up behind her back.
"Quiet, bitch, or I'll break it."
He will, too. Oh, God, what am I going to do?
* * * *
The afternoon sun was beginning to set, and panic was creeping up on Lance because he hadn't found the women. He'd been listening all afternoon for the notes of the cat's eye. It was a small stone, not a gem, so its song was softer and more difficult to hear over the sounds of the bands and revelers. It was fortunate there were few real gems in this crowd to override its tones. Most of it was costume jewelry. At last, he heard its hum. Like a global positioning system, his ears told him where she was.
He heard Diana scream. Heard how quickly it was cut off.
Fighting his way through the crowd as he followed the cat's eye hum, he saw her being mauled and hauled off by a nasty-looking man who would have snapped her arm on a whim. At least he was only a man. Lance sensed that in seconds. Two strides into the alley, and Lance had clipped him behind his ear. The man released Diana and dropped like a stone.
He'd never get up again.
Lance reached for her as she stumbled at the sudden release of her arm, catching her before she fell to the ground. Turning, she recognized him. She reached for him as if she were drowning. He held her tight. His heart thought his chest was a drum. He felt hers pounding like a Thoroughbred's on a racetrack. Emotion welled up in him at how close she'd come to being hurt, and his mouth found hers, just as hers reached up to him.
He drank in her fear and her sweetness, letting his groin swell and his balls tighten. He slid his hands to her buttocks and cupped her hard against him as she opened her mouth and tongue to him. What he felt for her was unlike anything he'd ever felt for a woman before. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted any other.
He slid down the zipper on her jeans so he could touch her skin, feel her heat, know she was safe. Her tremors racked his body as well as her own, and he wanted to love her, comfort her.
Whimpers of need came from the back of her throat as his hands slid down her jeans. Her skin was molten and soft. He had no difficulty finding the center of her, of sliding his fingers into her and cupping her.
Her moan was low and sensual. His erection was instantaneous, and so hard it pained him.
Her hands freed him of his trousers and released his penis. The cool air on it signaled him he was not only erect, he was lubricated and ready to slide into her waiting vagina. She pressed him against the alley wall, lifted one leg and curled it around his hip. Then her hand closed around his cock, and he thought he'd come right then and there in her hand, but he hung on, savoring the pleasure when she guided him into her hot box. Her fingers continued to rub his cock where it touched her folds.
He'd heard her sharp intake of breath as he entered her. Despite the shock of the attack, she'd become aroused because he'd rescued her. Hot and damp, she'd been ready for him. Her walls clamped down as if he brought life itself to her, and she matched his strokes as they took each other with such fierce intensity it was as if their bodies had ignited.
When his semen was inside her, and they were both drained by the encounter, he kissed her with all the gentleness he had. "You're safe now. Are you okay?"
He could see her eyes in the darkness, their pupils wide and round. Her lips were puffy where passion had driven them, hungry and hard, against each other.
She laid her head against his shoulder and whispered, "More than fine with your arms around me and you inside me. I owe you my life. Thank you."
There was honesty in her face. She had no regrets about the impromptu sexual encounter. He didn't either. He hoped it would happen again.
They dressed and, taking her hand, he led her away from the place of her attack.
She didn't ask about the man on the ground. He didn't speak of him...
CONTEST
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BOOK ONE OF THE PORTAL TO DARKNESS SERIES
When Diana Waters attends her first Mardi Gras masked ball in New Orleans, she has no inkling she’ll be spun back in time to the Dark Ages on a carousel manipulated by the jealous witch LeFay Morgan. She has no clue her new lover, Lance Davison, costumed as a black knight, is in actuality a powerful wizard. He follows her not only to protect her, but to break the curse cast on him by the evil wizard Mardroc and save his brother’s castle holdings.
Will Diana and Lance be able to survive their journey into the portal to darkness, where a deadly drang and great, spider-like creatures pursue them at every step? Or will they discover a way to destroy their ruthless enemies and return to the present day, unscathed and with their love intact?
EXCERPT - WARNING - EXPLICIT - YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO READ THIS
Diana found the portables, and, when using one of them, was careful to touch as little as possible so as not to pick up an illness, protecting her hand with paper even as she unlocked the door. As she exited, she was intent on tossing the paper in a trash can and didn't see the man until he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward a dark alley. Although there were people lined up to use the toilets, a fight had broken out over someone who'd crowded in, and no one noticed she was being accosted.
Indignant at what the man was doing, she cried, "Let go of me!" and opened her mouth to scream.
A fat, greasy hand clamped over it before she could. His breath was fetid and he smelled of urine. Panic stopped her breath. She sought to calm down by telling herself Phebe would find her if she didn't return. When she thought of the enormous crowds and how difficult it would be to get help, dismay rocked her. Her heart raced. She thought her blood pressure must be off the chart.
If she was to get away, she had to do it herself. Stomping on the man's instep and managing to bite his little finger when he loosened his hold on her mouth, she got out one good scream before he grabbed her hair and slapped her. Tears stung her eyes from the pain. He grabbed her arm and twisted it up behind her back.
"Quiet, bitch, or I'll break it."
He will, too. Oh, God, what am I going to do?
* * * *
The afternoon sun was beginning to set, and panic was creeping up on Lance because he hadn't found the women. He'd been listening all afternoon for the notes of the cat's eye. It was a small stone, not a gem, so its song was softer and more difficult to hear over the sounds of the bands and revelers. It was fortunate there were few real gems in this crowd to override its tones. Most of it was costume jewelry. At last, he heard its hum. Like a global positioning system, his ears told him where she was.
He heard Diana scream. Heard how quickly it was cut off.
Fighting his way through the crowd as he followed the cat's eye hum, he saw her being mauled and hauled off by a nasty-looking man who would have snapped her arm on a whim. At least he was only a man. Lance sensed that in seconds. Two strides into the alley, and Lance had clipped him behind his ear. The man released Diana and dropped like a stone.
He'd never get up again.
Lance reached for her as she stumbled at the sudden release of her arm, catching her before she fell to the ground. Turning, she recognized him. She reached for him as if she were drowning. He held her tight. His heart thought his chest was a drum. He felt hers pounding like a Thoroughbred's on a racetrack. Emotion welled up in him at how close she'd come to being hurt, and his mouth found hers, just as hers reached up to him.
He drank in her fear and her sweetness, letting his groin swell and his balls tighten. He slid his hands to her buttocks and cupped her hard against him as she opened her mouth and tongue to him. What he felt for her was unlike anything he'd ever felt for a woman before. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted any other.
He slid down the zipper on her jeans so he could touch her skin, feel her heat, know she was safe. Her tremors racked his body as well as her own, and he wanted to love her, comfort her.
Whimpers of need came from the back of her throat as his hands slid down her jeans. Her skin was molten and soft. He had no difficulty finding the center of her, of sliding his fingers into her and cupping her.
Her moan was low and sensual. His erection was instantaneous, and so hard it pained him.
Her hands freed him of his trousers and released his penis. The cool air on it signaled him he was not only erect, he was lubricated and ready to slide into her waiting vagina. She pressed him against the alley wall, lifted one leg and curled it around his hip. Then her hand closed around his cock, and he thought he'd come right then and there in her hand, but he hung on, savoring the pleasure when she guided him into her hot box. Her fingers continued to rub his cock where it touched her folds.
He'd heard her sharp intake of breath as he entered her. Despite the shock of the attack, she'd become aroused because he'd rescued her. Hot and damp, she'd been ready for him. Her walls clamped down as if he brought life itself to her, and she matched his strokes as they took each other with such fierce intensity it was as if their bodies had ignited.
When his semen was inside her, and they were both drained by the encounter, he kissed her with all the gentleness he had. "You're safe now. Are you okay?"
He could see her eyes in the darkness, their pupils wide and round. Her lips were puffy where passion had driven them, hungry and hard, against each other.
She laid her head against his shoulder and whispered, "More than fine with your arms around me and you inside me. I owe you my life. Thank you."
There was honesty in her face. She had no regrets about the impromptu sexual encounter. He didn't either. He hoped it would happen again.
They dressed and, taking her hand, he led her away from the place of her attack.
She didn't ask about the man on the ground. He didn't speak of him...
CONTEST
The photo on the left shows my three prizes: 1. Black ghost hand towel and a can of Spider Cider hot drink mix in Cautious Caramel Apple flavor 2. White jack-o'-lantern hand towel, two packets of orange hot chocolate mix, one pumpkin pie spice votive candle 3. Green witch hand towel and multicolored 14 ounce Starbuck's cup.CONTEST IS ONLY OPEN TO NEWSLETTER MEMBERS. CURRENT NEWSLETTER MEMBERS HAVE BEEN AUTOMATICALLY ENTERED. IF YOU ARE NOT A MEMBER, SIGN UP BY SENDING A BLANK EMAIL TO sweet_ecstasies-subscribe@yahoogroups.com AND YOU, TOO, WILL BE ENTERED AUTOMATICALLY.
CONTEST BEGAN October 26, 2008. CLOSES November 3, 2008. I mail prizes to addresses within the continental U.S. Winners outside the continental U.S. will receive a free book download if mailing costs are prohibitive.
Carolina Valdez
Website
Buy
Myspace
Reminder: Join my newsletter to be entered in my contest. Send a blank email to sweet_ecstasies-subscribe@yahoogroups.com
Stories of searing passions and the sweetly delicious ecstasies of love
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