Hi there! My debut paranormal erotic romance is now available at No Boundaries Press: http://noboundariespress.com/2012/01/24/now-available-haunting-sire...
It's also available at Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/haunting-siren
and All Romance Ebooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hauntingsiren-673950-140.html
Content warnings: M/F sex, ghost fetish, spanking, BDSM, dubious consent, sex toys, anal sex and cat role play
Here is the blurb:
Siren, a Gothic beauty is kidnapped by a ghost and trapped in a haunted house with him for seven years. She never sees his face or knows his name. She only knows the touch that brings her pain and pleasure. Despite her fear, the ghost plays upon her fetish with spirits and makes her his sex slave.
Then one day it all disappears. Siren wakes up alone in her former hometown of Grants Pass to find the ghost and haunted house have vanished without a trace. Only the fact that she is locked in a chastity belt and carrying the phantom’s baby reminds her that she’s not crazy and it all really happened.
Hannibal, a firefighter with no memory of his past, frees Siren from the device and allows her to stay with him since she has nowhere else to go. There are strange, powerful forces surrounding her, but in spite of his doubts, he seeks to protect her from the ghost she believes is still hunting her.
Siren held her breath when she heard water running in the bathroom. It sounded like the shower head, but she’d taken a bath earlier and hadn't left the water on. Curious, she tiptoed toward the bathroom and peeked through the crack in the nearly closed door. The moonlight cascaded through the window and poured on a body which appeared as flesh, but had a glowing, translucent haze around him like a storm moon. Only his face remained in the shadows keeping his identity a secret.
Siren pushed the door open, pleased it gave quietly so she could gaze at the phantom. He was tall and lithe...and completely naked. The water showered down on his lean, muscled physique sending an aura of steam around him while he worked the soapy lather into his body. He whistled that song he often did when walking through walls to scare her: I Only Have Eyes for You.
She licked her lips at the tantalizing picture he made. She had to be quiet. God only knew what he would do to her if he discovered her watching him. Her mouth dropped when she saw his hand go down to his penis and work it up and down into an impressive erection. She had never seen a man so big. How long and thick it appeared. She wondered what he was thinking about that had him so horny. Sex obviously, but what did he fantasize about?
The phantom grunted with satisfaction as he worked his stiff appendage, thrusting into his grip as though he were inside a woman's vagina. He was fucking himself.
Siren felt a pool of moisture gathering in her folds. God, that was hot. She wasn’t a virgin, but she had never seen a man masturbate before. She wanted to, but her previous boyfriends claimed that was private. Odd how those bad boys she'd dated were so coy about masturbating in front of her. She thought dating a bad ass would mean the guys would be freaks in bed, but it seemed no guy could handle the things she craved in bed. Maybe they were just too young in spite of their experience. Perhaps she needed someone older, a gentleman with a dark edge to him.
On the other hand, maybe what she really needed was something supernatural. Knowing this fleshly phantom was ethereal played upon her bizarre fetish to the hilt. She wanted to run her hands over his svelte bod to see if he was real
, or simply an illusion. She couldn't be imagining this. True, two years of isolation had rendered her lonely, but she wasn't crazy, of that she was certain. But would a lunatic be aware of their insanity? She didn't know, nor did she care.
The ghost groaned and gasped from the friction of his cock rubbing against his own hand while the other groped his testes. The sight was spellbinding and Siren felt a steady pulsing in her clitoris like the gentle beating of a heart at rest. But she wasn't tranquil – far from it. The sight proved titillating, inflicting her cunt with an ache that demanded satisfaction. She slid her hand into her pale pink panties, biting her lip as she grazed the sensitive flesh, swollen with need.
The ghost moaned, gasp freezing in his throat as he spilled his release all over his hand and belly. His husky panting was a narcotic evoking a wave of lust in Siren that washed away whatever self-control she may have had left. She tickled her clit, delighting in the plumpness of it. She would get off very quickly and then get the hell out of there.
She opened her eyes to see the phantom standing under the deluge of running water silently and perfectly still. She halted scared to death he had seen her. Had he? She couldn't see his face, but if he hadn't spotted her, then why did he become so quiet and motionless all of a sudden? She took a step backward to slink out of the bathroom.
“Stay where you are,” the ghost commanded in a gentle, but firm voice.