Ghost with the Most

Dark Desires - 2

Xcite Books Ltd

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 16,900
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A collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including paranormal, vampire and magic.

Ghost With The Most by Lynn Lake The ghosts were gathering, for a spooky, bring-your-own-sheet Halloween party. And Barbara’s husband has just the costume for her: Cassandra the Slutty Ghost – a white sheet tight across the chest and tapered at the waist, short across the thighs, holes for her heavily-shadowed eyes and red-painted lips and silver hoop earrings, shiny, white, knee-high leather boots for her feet. It’s a costume sexy enough to arouse the dead, at the old red brick mansion built way back in the early 1900s for the skanky mistress of Lord Edmund Beaverton.

Flaws by K D Grace Love spells are the most dangerous kind of magic. Mick Denver learns the hard way when he enlists Sally Haddon, a witch who specialises in sex magic, to help him win the affections of his new co-worker, the exquisite and dangerous, Darlene.

Nymph by Kyoko Church Think vampires are sexy? Maybe if you’re in high school. Vampires feed off human blood. But then there are Nymphs. Nymphs feed off another kind of bodily fluid. When Charlotte meets Ben the chemistry is instant and she knows there’s something different about him. More intense, erotic and alive. But when she finds there’s a certain oral act he seems reluctant to perform she wonders if she’s made a mistake. Maybe he isn’t for her. Then she finds out the reason why. What Charlotte learns leads her into the most fiercely passionate and challenging sexual conundrum she’s ever experienced.

Skin Deep by Kat Black An expert in moving among humankind without revealing his true identity, our hunter is surprised to find his trap sprung by a feisty nightclub owner, who not only claims to know what he is, but dares to come between him and his chosen prey. With an insatiable Hunger to feed, he is left to appease his appetite on the interfering female at the same time as teaching her a deadly lesson, but for once, finds he has bitten off more than he can chew.

Airfield by James Hornby From a time of heros and loss; a time of desperate hope and seized moments to a time of silent fields that bath in the moonlight. On this night she awakes with the thunder of phantom engines in her ears and the memory of her lover in her mind. To the airfield she will go and there she finds more than lost memories. She becomes an intruder of both time and innate pleasure.

These stories have also been published in Dark Desires ISBN 9781907761706 / 9781907761713

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Dark Desires - 2

Xcite Books Ltd

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Word Count: 16,900
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‘I don’t do love spells,’ Sally Haddon said.
Mick gripped the arms of the chair with white knuckles. ‘Your website said you specialize in sex magic.’
‘Love spells aren’t necessarily sex magic.’ She crossed long legs and smoothed the flounces of a burgundy gypsy skirt over shapely thighs. She was a far cry from the old hag he’d expected.
‘But you don’t understand. Darlene isn’t like other women. I believe – no I’m certain – we’re meant to be together.’
Sally moved to stand beside him, taking his chin in her hand, turning his head from side to side as though she were inspecting him for flaws. He thought she had given him a static shock from the Turkish carpet, but the energy coursed through his jaw, down over his stomach to surge in his penis, which suddenly felt tight in his trousers.
‘Have you had sex with her?’
He tried to pull away, but she held him firmly, her gaze like iron. ‘I haven’t … We haven’t … But I want … ’
‘When was the last time you had sex with anyone?’ She tightened her grip on his chin. ‘I’ll know if you lie.’
His heart galloped in his chest, but his straining cock didn’t seem to notice the definite frisson of fear that prickled his spine on little spider feet. ‘Three years.’
She pulled her hand away and nodded to his lap. ‘Go home, watch some porn, have a wank. Trust me; it’s not worth the risk of a love spell.’
He shifted uncomfortably around his bulge. ‘You make it sound like putting a curse on someone.’
‘Not much difference, really.’ She poured them tea in china cups and sat back on the sofa. ‘There are so many variables in a love spell, so many factors that, if not properly figured into the equation, can backfire in very nasty ways. That you’ve not had sex recently will complicate the situation further.’
‘If you won’t help me, I’ll go to someone else.’
She raised an eyebrow. ‘Any reputable witch will say the same. If you find a disreputable one, well things could get really ugly.’
‘Haven’t you ever been in love? Don’t you know what it feels like?’ God, he sounded like such a whiner.
Her face softened and her grey eyes were like sea water. Slender fingers stroked the silver pentacle that hung between her breasts. Then she stood quickly. ‘Come with me. Perhaps I can help you after all.’
The old Victorian house was exactly the kind of place where he imagined a witch would live. At the top of the stairs, she opened french doors and beckoned him inside. The room was the round tower he’d seen from the front garden. Beyond tall slender windows was a profusion of foliage from oak and willow trees. It felt like his childhood tree house.
The floor was covered with exotic carpets. There was a mountain of cushions and pillows piled at the centre. The witch lit candles around the perimeter of the carpeted area. Outside sunset streaked the sky melon and mauve.
‘What you need is a clarity spell.’ She lit the last candle and pinched out the match with her fingers. ‘I’ll make you a deal. If you’ll let me cast a clarity spell, if you’ll let it run its course, see what you need to see, then I’ll cast a love spell, if you wish.’
She offered him her hand.
‘It’s a deal.’ He took her hand and moved into the circle. Dusk settled around the flicker of the candles. The world inside the circle of light effervesced and danced, awash in strange liquid silence.
‘The boundaries between worlds are permeable at dusk. It’s the time to catch a glimpse of that which we might otherwise miss. If you’re lucky, you might catch a glimpse of Darlene as she really is. You might catch a glimpse of yourself as you really are.’
He baulked, standing frozen just inside the circle. ‘You didn’t tell me we’d be navel gazing.’
‘I told you the rules. Play by them or there’s no deal.’
He moved forward, swallowing the strange combination of fear and arousal he’d felt almost from the moment he entered Sally Haddon’s house.
‘Lie down.’ She nodded to the cushions.
He did as he was told, suddenly finding it difficult to stand. As he nestled into the mound of cushions, the world around him downshifted to slow motion. The tall windows loomed over him like large gaping mouths. The candle flames roared like forest fires. ‘What was in that tea?’ His tongue felt unmanageably thick in his mouth.
‘Just tea. It’s the effect of the spell you’re feeling.’
He forced a chuckle. ‘No eye of newt or hair of bat?’
‘This is sex magic, not Halloween.’
When he managed to focus on her again, she stood over him tall and commanding. Completely naked. For some reason, that didn’t seem strange.
‘Are you going to fuck me?’ he asked as she knelt to unbutton his shirt. It bothered him how badly he hoped she would. Surly he should be thinking only of Darlene.
‘Possibly.’
With a hand he seemed to have little control over, he cupped the witch’s full breasts, his thumb lingering over the heavy press of her nipples. He wanted to taste, but he couldn’t lift his head from the pillows. He managed to raise his hips as she undid his trousers and eased them down over his butt. His balls felt full. His cock stood thick and stiff like the trees outside the window.
It was hard to tell what was real and what was just the result of the spell, and he was well past caring when Sally squatted over his face. She splayed her pussy, smoothed her creaminess onto her fingers and brought it his lips. Her fragrance penetrated the fog. As she slipped her fingers into his mouth, he suckled her taste, breathed her fragrance, and everything became clear, sharply focused.
‘Remember now,’ she spoke inside his head. ‘See clearly, more clearly than you saw the first time. Remember Darlene, be with her again. Pay attention.’

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