Paranormal Attractions Sneak Peeks!
Today's Sneak Peek is a by Bonnie Edwards from Parlor Games
The line of cabs ahead of his moved slowly toward the mansion’s wrought iron gates. Matt Crewe tapped his knee in impatience as each car ahead of his inched along in turn as they disappeared up a driveway covered over by pine boughs. Without warning the cab ahead of his stopped three cars back from the gates and the rear passenger door opened to allow a woman to exit.
She paid her fare at her driver’s open window. Highlighted in the headlights, she was fine featured and dressed for comfort. Her movements were briskly efficient as she handed over some bills and waved away the change. Walking shoes and blue jeans topped by a bright red fleece surprised him. He’d expected to see women dressed in silk and satin designed to tease and entice.
But then it wasn’t the women who would be on the auction block, now was it, he noted with a bitter smile. It would be men. And Matt was one of them.
He tapped his driver on the shoulder. “She’s got the right idea. It’ll be faster if I walk,” he said. The woman picked up a laptop case and an overnight bag and made for the gates on foot. If he was lucky he’d catch up to her before she reached the mansion. Whoever she was, he wanted to talk to her.
As he cleared the gates and took his first step onto the grounds of Perdition House, the enormity of what he planned grabbed him by the cock.
Selling himself. A sex-filled weekend with a woman he’d never met. Would never see again. Desire rose at the thought, hot and insistent. A slight breeze kicked up, snatching at his hair, pressing his jeans against his legs.
The woman he trailed stopped about twenty feet ahead, then dropped her overnight bag to the ground at her feet. The laptop case went next, but she was more careful of it. Then she stretched her arms out in front of her and shook her hands as if to get the blood flowing again. She rubbed her arms from shoulders to wrists, even stamped her feet into the soft pine needles that cushioned the driveway.
She was foot stomping cold while he was fine. More than fine if his hardening cock was any indication. He hurried to catch up to her.
More cabs arrived, inching along beside him toward the house. If not for the headlights the driveway would be pitch black.
Ten feet to go and the breeze turned cold, drove hard right through his leather jacket and jeans, leaving him numb but strangely alive. As if every sense he had was on high alert. The woman suddenly wrapped her arms around her waist in the age-old gesture that signaled a need for warmth. God he wanted to wrap her up and hold her. The thought came from nowhere, and everywhere.
His own arms tingled from shoulders to fingertips, and all he wanted was to reach her, enfold her in his arms and share whatever body heat she needed. Then he wanted to lay her out and take her. Heat her up to a boil.
The impulse to drag her into the bushes and get her jeans off came sudden and hard. Hot damn he was horny. Randy as a teenager. Must be the woman. Either that or the purpose of the weekend was getting to him.
He tugged at his collar to release some of his pent up heat, but it didn’t help. He hurried the last few steps, happy to get the weekend off to a good start.
“Hello,” he said as he reached her side.
She startled but smiled back at him. “Hello. Are you the talent?” Her tone was bold as a shore-leave sailor’s. She assessed him while she flapped her arms around her middle.
“Apparently. One of them anyway. You’re here to bid?”
“Yes.” Her glance heated as she let her gaze travel from his face down to his hikers.
What he saw when she looked back into his eyes was approval.
A small worry drifted away. He’d done everything in his power to be included on the auction block this weekend and it looked like he passed muster.
“Matt Crewe,” he said, “very pleased to meet you.”
“Carrie MacLean,” she said with a nod and smile. “Sorry about the talent comment, it was rude. I’m not sure what came over me, but as soon as I walked through the gates. . . .” She looked back at them, but the entrance to the driveway was obscured by pine boughs.
“Cold?” he asked.
She released her arms. She unzipped her fleece to mid-chest, then loosened her collar the way he had. “No, I was freezing a moment ago, but now I’m hot as can be.”
“You can say that again,” he muttered as he bent to pick up her overnight bag. “I’ll carry this for you,” he offered.
The cabs spread ahead and behind them as people arrived at an orderly pace. She watched every car that went past with interest. “Do you see the optical illusion?”
“You mean the boughs swaying away from the noses of the cars?”
“Yes. It’s odd. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.”
He shrugged. “Like you said, it’s just an illusion.” But his sexual arousal was real as real could get. His cock strained behind his fly.
She glanced up at him, her eyes catching reflected light as it bounced off the tree limbs. “Yes, an illusion. Have you been here before Matt?”
“No, this is my first time.”
She chuckled. “In a manner of speaking.” There was just enough room at the side of the driveway for them to walk side by side. They took it.
He wanted to understand the colors at play in her hair, see the smoothness of her cheeks, how straight her teeth were, the level of intelligence in her gaze, but the on-again, off-again lighting only allowed for glimpses.
No matter, he’d see her soon enough. See her and know her in ways he could barely fathom. He wasn’t prone to fanciful thoughts, but he did know gut reaction and his gut screamed for full speed ahead with her.
Lights from the house appeared between the trees ahead and they rounded one more bend. The driveway curved directly in front of a three-story Victorian mansion aglow with welcome. She caught her breath at the sight, and he wondered what she’d sound like in the throes of passion. He was determined to find out.
“Perdition House,” she said. “A weekend of rest and relaxation awaits us both.”
“You could call it that.” He called it a sex club, pure and simple. But if she wanted to keep to her own illusions she was welcome to them. “This is where we part company Carrie MacLean. The hired help is expected to enter through a side entrance.”
“See you later?”
“Yes, you will.”
She put her hand on his sleeve and looked up at him. He felt a punch of desire to his gut he fully accepted. “I’m already looking forward to it,” she said. She licked her lips, and the power of the simple gesture undid him.
He headed across the drive before he dragged her into the well-tended rose bushes.
About the Author:
Multi-published author Bonnie Edwards lives with her husband and pets on the rainy coast of British Columbia. She believes life should be lived with joy. That joy shows up in her earthy, irreverent love stories. Bonnie uses long hikes to bounce ideas off her husband and her standard poodle, who almost always agrees with her.
She has written novels, novellas and short stories for Carina Press, Harlequin, Kensington Books and Robinson (UK) although now she publishes her work herself.
Sometimes her stories have a paranormal twist, likes curses and ghosts, other times not. But they’re always entertaining and guarantee a happy ending.
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