[Siren Allure: Erotic Paranormal Romance, ghosts, voyeurism, HFN]
Charlotte Perth has been sent to Missouri to find the bodies of three missing women, and she’s dragging her new injured boyfriend, Jonas Daire, along for the ride. Only when she arrives in Rock Ridge does she realize that Agent Nash McKnight has been hired to protect her, and his nearness is driving her absolutely crazy. As if having to deal with a wacky Southern belle who’s channeling more than the dearly departed, the local sheriff who’s convinced she’s the murderer, and an underground sex club wasn’t challenging enough. Now she’s got to worry about her unwanted attraction to Nash as they go undercover to ferret out a killer. Charlotte doesn’t want to betray Jonas, but she’s not quite sure how to squash her feelings for Nash. And just when she thought she might have it all figured out, a secret she uncovers is enough to put her on the murderer’s high-priority list.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“I want to bury my daughter,” Linda said softly. “I want her to be at peace in the hereafter.”
The other parents looked at her and Charlotte could read the same wish on each of their faces. How does one tell grieving families there is no rest for the murdered soul? That a part of them lingers, hungering for the life that was stolen?
“I want the bastard who did this to our daughters to burn in hell,” Doug said, breaking the grief-stricken vibe in the room. “But to do that we need to find them.”
Melody fell silent, her fingers waving in the air as she gazed at the space between each couple. “They say the lake, but they don’t know where exactly. I think it’s time I turn this over to my colleague,” Melody said with a gesture at Charlotte.
Colleague? Charlotte stepped forward. Melody gave her an encouraging smile and retreated.
“Hello. My name is Charlotte Perth and I’m clairvoyant. What that means is that I communicate with the dead differently than Melody.” She met each stare straightforwardly. “I communicate only with those who have been murdered.”
Even though the three couples knew the fate of their daughters, to hear the words spoken out loud felt like an atomic bomb had gone off.
“Each soul has a natural, predetermined life expectancy and when that is cut short at the hands of someone else the soul cannot rest. The dead don’t talk like you or I. This isn’t Ghost Whisperer. But they do want to be found and they communicate with me through visions, so I’ll need you to help me interpret them. I may say things that don’t make sense or wander around looking very silly. You were asked to bring a personal item from your daughters. Please hand them to me.”
Charlotte took a deep breath and collected each item. A pony tail holder from Janie. A lipstick from Candace. A bookmark from Kendra. She closed her eyes, grounded herself, and called forth the spirits.
When she opened her eyes she was surrounded by trees. They loomed over her with widespread branches, the leaves slowly wavering in the slight breeze. She saw birds overhead and the smell of wet leaves wafted up toward her, their musky scent hiding something rotten.
The unmistakable scent of decomp. Why was it she couldn’t hear a blasted thing but could smell?
Charlotte sighed and looked around, her gaze falling on two of the three young women. They stood only a few feet from her looking eerily alive. Janie wasn’t there.
“You’re nearby aren’t you?” she asked, focusing on the girl closest to her, the one wearing glasses. “Candace?”
The girl nodded. She had been a brunette, her long hair flowing down her shoulders. She had sad brown eyes that watched her solemnly. Using Melody’s descriptions, it was easy to figure out who was who. Kendra had caramel-colored skin, her wiry hair teased up in a bouffant.
“These woods are dense,” she continued, knowing that the people watching her could figure the surrounding out better than she ever could. “And moist, though not muddy. It would make burying a body easy.”
The girls turned and started walking, so she followed. They only went a few yards when they stopped and stepped to the side, allowing Charlotte to see the graves. There were three mounded piles all lined in a row. Fresh flowers were laid on each grave. Charlotte felt her stomach flip at the sad yet disturbing sight.
“Three graves, lined in a row. They look well dug, not something done haphazardly or on the spur of the moment. The bastard put flowers on them.” She took a deep breath and rained back her emotions. “All right, Candace, we’re in the woods, but I need to know which one. I don’t know anything about Missouri except there’s an Arch in St. Louis.”
The girls turned and walked so she followed. It didn’t take long for the trees to thin, and spread out in front of her was a large body of water. Charlotte quickly backtracked into the grove of trees.
“I don’t like water,” she muttered to the girls watching her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest and it was hard for her to catch her breath. “And that’s a very huge lake.”
She turned her back on the path leading to the lake and stared blindly into the dense forest, trying to gather her wits. Candace appeared in front of her.
“Okay, I saw a dam to my right, about a hundred and twenty yards. It looked like a hydroelectric dam. And…there’s water all around. Am I on an island?”
Candace shook her head.
“No island. Okay. Then we’re on a peninsula. Trees all around me. The beach had mostly mud, no sand.”
Candace nodded at her and then turned her back on Charlotte, as did the other girls. And then suddenly the forest and lake was gone, and instead Charlotte found herself sitting in a dark room on the arm of a leather sofa. The walls were black, the floor was black, the lighting low and confined to the corners. Everything about the room reminded her of a tomb.
Just then Candace walked by, dressed in nothing but her skivvies. She had her hair down and a moment later she disappeared. Charlotte blinked, not quite sure what that was about. And then she reappeared, dressed provocatively in a lace and satin corset complete with garters holding thigh-high nylons and a skimpy thong.
She was crying.
She moved to the side of the bed and crawled on top of the comforter. “I might have come to terms with my past but I’m still scared, Jonas.”
“You think I’m not? I’m scared every time I strap on my gun and badge, but that’s the nature of life. You can get in your car and get hit by a bus. What’s your inner voice telling you?”
She gave him a wicked smile. “It’s telling me I need to jump your bones and ride you till the cows come home.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I think I like your inner voice.”
“She can be very naughty. She’s gotten me into lots of trouble,” she told him as she threw her leg over his hip to straddle him.
He grabbed her thighs to pull her up close. He pressed his rock hard dick against her very hot center. “Is it wrong that I’m super turned on right now?”
He ran his one good arm up her barely covered thigh. She dipped her head and placed a kiss on his mouth, her tongue breaking through the seam and meeting his to dance together. His fingers ran lightly down her back, trailing over her skin to her ass, to slip inside her panties. He traced the curve of her ass as far as he could reach. The arm that was in the sling prevented him from doing too much. He broke the kiss and sat up a little straighter, which brought her body flush into his. Jonas could feel her breasts against his chest, her nipples hard like little pebbles.
“I want to fuck you,” he murmured against her lips. “I might embarrass myself and come before I even make inside you.”
“Oh no, no, no. I think our relationship is too new for embarrassing situations,” she murmured back. “Like going to the bathroom in front of each other.”
Deliberately, he ran his fingers along the edge of her lace panties, dipping under the seam, and loving how her eyes flared in excitement. He brushed his fingertips over her clit, lightly caressing the nerve cluster until she undulated her hips in a silent beg for more. She leaned down and bit his shoulder, her teeth sinking into tight skin.
Jonas moaned, his cock banging forcefully against the material of her panties as he jerked to the pain. She smiled wickedly at him.
“Ah, your inner voice is playing naughty,” he said.
He removed his hand from her panties to travel up her back where he grabbed her T-shirt and pulled until she was bent back, her breasts thrust upward. He wasted no time in lavishing them with attention. Focusing on one, he covered her nipple and the cotton with his mouth, sucking hard, causing her to moan and squirm. Since he only had one hand, he couldn’t really contain her.
She managed to wiggle away from him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Never had he seen anything so beautiful, so enticing.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered.
“I’m feeling very, very naughty,” she told him.
He watched as she ran her hands over her hips and under her panties. Pulling them down, her finger slid through her pussy lips.
“I’m so wet,” she told him. “Wet for you, Jonas.”
Using her own lubrication, her middle finger began moving in and out, teasing her clit.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Jonas told her, his voice thick with his own arousal.
Faster and faster, her finger worked herself. She began to moan, her hips pumping against her hand. A second later, she gasped as she came, her body bucking wildly. Jonas thought he would set combust at how erotic she looked in the throes of passion.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said thickly. “So naughty. I’m so fucking hard, baby. Come here.”
“Oh yes,” she breathed.
“Grab a condom,” he ordered, his voice barely manageable. “Ride me.”
She leaned over to the nightstand and opened the door, finding the box of condoms resting against the bible. She grabbed one and then proceeded to cover his cock. Then he pulled her over his body and she straddled him once more.
“Lift your delicious ass for me,” he told her.
“Although I haven’t actually taken a bite of it, just looking at it makes me horny.”
Then she held up, lifted herself up until she felt the head at her opening, and then slowly sank down.
“Oh god,” he groaned. “So good. Faster, Charlotte.”
Using her knees, she started to pump her hips. His one free hand managed to hold onto her waist, urging her on. Jonas did not want this to be slow and divine, but hard, hot, and erotic. Up, down, up, down, faster and harder until he felt her body spasm as she came unglued.