McCloud tottered down the hotel’s front steps at midnight, and grabbed the
handrail for to keep from falling flat on her face. Damn! What in blue blazes
had Josie put in her homegrown herbal tea? She closed her eyes as dizziness
overcame her, and the erotic dream that had plagued her for the last month
replayed in her mind like a film strip on steroids. She trembled as it possessed
her, making her pulse race as Shadow Man came to her. His imposing erotic powers
swamped her will, not to mention her crumbling virtue.
into his heat, she gazed up at his translucent reflection in the moonlight his
pale skin a sexy contrast to her darker butterscotch tones. Her lips tingled for
his kiss as she stared at his sultry mouth. The masterful look in his piercing
blue eyes in the moonlight--lord, she could drown in their depths—made her
cream. She didn’t fool herself that she was a beauty, but when he gazed down
at her in that special way, she felt like the most beautiful woman on earth..
pulled her into the warmth of his body, and she gasped in reaction as her
sensitive mound bumped against the hot steel of his erection and her breasts
pillowed against his chest. She whimpered with need when her jewel hard nipples
pressed against him. Out of her head with lust she rocked against him. Oh
please..oh please...oh please...
shuddered with excitement when he growled, flipped up her skirt, and drew his
hand back to spank her. Cherish whimpered as his big palm smacked her bottom and
stinging spanks rained down on her panty clad curvy ass setting off an
earthquake inside her. Ripples went through her as she tightened inside,
whimpering, arching her ass for more of his erotic punishment and she trembled
on the brink of orgasm.
he vanished into thin air, just like he always did, leaving her hanging,
unsatisfied, and clinging to the handrail with a death grip. She opened her eyes
completely mortified as people walked past her. Her face heated as she tried to
get a read on the by-passers, wondering if they could tell she’d just almost
come, but nothing concrete filtered through her tea muddled brain. Damn, she had
to get a grip. Stiffening her buckling knees, she tried to ignore the
inappropriate sheen of moisture coating her inner thighs. Shit, shadow man had
her wanting and horny...again.
is no shadow man, Cherish. It’s just your imagination. Shit, now she was
thinking of him as real. It just went to show that trying to write erotica while
not getting any sex herself was making her so horny that her erotic dreams were
starting to haunt her while she was awake.
was bad enough that she’d been dragged to the Sci-Fi Conference to work for
Second Sight, her Aunt Eugenia’s phony psychic hotline, she wasn’t about to
start believing in the supernatural. Nor was she about to believe the family
hype that she was descended of a gypsy queen on her mamas side and a voodoo
priestess on her daddy’s.
never thought she’d miss her cubical back at the psychic hotline headquarters?
But face to face contact with guys in Wookie costumes and Spock ears had taught
her that she’d much rather keep her clients on the other end of a telephone.
That way she didn’t have to look into their eyes, feel their emotions.
took a deep breath of crisp midnight air vowing not to give into fantasyland and
run off with her reluctant mystery Dom. No, Josie’s noxious brew was
responsible for her aberrant behavior and she needed to walk it off to get her
out a sigh, she tottered down the stairs deciding that this severe dip in her
equilibrium might also be a delayed reaction to being e-dumped that morning.
Henry Jones III, the self-serving jerk, hadn’t even had the grace to send his
goodbye to her in a Hallmark card. What an ass. She pulled her jean jacket
closer around her, closing out the mist rolling in off Lake Michigan, as she
thought’s of her ex. The son of a wealthy, well connected, African American
family he was careful to make the right connections and she no longer fit in his
game plan. They came from different worlds, him in politics and her having
television contacts that he could use in his own upcoming campaign. She knew now
that it was her main attraction for him.
side door to the Hyatt opened and a group of fake Wookie’s poured out, pushing
her aside. Propelled forward, she stumbled down the path muttering a curse about
inconsiderate jerks, and didn’t even notice when they blundered into the
bushes with unintelligible curses. She walked down the path to the park.
Tonight, the fog distorted the park into a mystical fairyland, and made her feel
cocooned and safe as she walked forward, trying to clear her head. Her footsteps
echoed hollowly on the damp concrete walk click... click... click... reminding
her how alone she was. Prickles of unease went up her spine making the fine hair
on her nape stir. It was actually kind of spooky, she realized, as her pulse
sped up. Visions of the blob or Freddie Kruger jumping out of the bushes
replayed through her mind and a tremor went though her. It felt like there were
malevolent eyes on her, someone was watching her. Looking around she saw no one,
but given the fog she couldn’t see much. Still, she couldn’t shake the
sensation of being watched, pursued.
she stepped off that path and away from the overhead lights, trembling as she
fell silent, wondering if paranoia was another side effect of the tea. Josie and
her noxious brews had a lot to answer for. Then a crunch in the grass behind her
made her freeze. Spinning around, she gaped disbelief as she saw a row of shabby
looking ET’s step out of the fog. Relief surged through her, making her smile
like an idiot. She couldn’t help it as she fought back a giggle. They
weren’t quite the maniacs she’d feared. As a matter of fact their costumes
looked tattered and homemade she decided as she took in the phalanx of fake
aliens. One of them, standing in the back, wasn’t even the right color, he was
game playing jerks just stood there glaring at her instead of apologizing for
half scaring her to death and her irritation boiled over. “Not very
convincing, guys. Don’t you know that ET was small and friendly, not tall and
semi-menacing?” All they did was grumble back at her making her sigh.
Apparently, she’d bruised a few nerd egos. “Right back at ya boys. Look, I
know that we’ve ticked you off by getting the best room at the Hyatt for
Psychic Hotline, but why pick on us. Take it up with the management, why don’t
could feel their confusion, but they remained single-mindedly focused on her.
She took a step back…they inched forward. They were like a pack of wild dogs,
ready, no, make that eager, to chase her.