The gargoyles of Invercreutch Castle fascinate Jasmine with their grotesque beauty. When night falls, she learns that there's more to them than meets the eye…
Jasmine has always been drawn to medieval castles, even though she was raised in the American Midwest. She's thrilled when she comes upon Scotland's fabled Invercreutch Castle, hidden deep in Argyll Forest. Three stone gargoyles atop the castle, in the shapes of a dog, a snake, and an eagle, are eerily lifelike. When darkness falls, the statues shift from their gargoyle forms into their human shapes. Jasmine is terrified at first, but quickly sees that only passionate pleasure awaits her at Invercreutch.
Through the long night that follows, Jasmine learns that her arrival is no accident. She also discovers that creatures of stone can be hot-blooded, hungry, and full of life. Persuaded by the seductive embraces of Feargus, Niall, and Maeve, Jasmine begins to sense her true place in the world. She remembers that she is an intergral part of the magickal history of Invercreutch.
Jasmine now has a choice to make—does her heart belong in the bright daylight world of today or in the timeless moonlight magick of Argyll Forest?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of FF intimacy and is an erotica story.
General Release Date: 17th September 2012
Jasmine woke in a disoriented haze. The thin light of dawn trickled down through the forest. The same trees that were in her dream crowded overhead and the same cool, damp air filled her lungs. "Just a dream," she told herself as the details faded from her memory. All she could recall was a rigid stiffness inside her, another couple fucking right next to her, and her own odd feeling of rightness with the whole scene.
Her inner thighs and pussy were drenched. Jasmine reached inside the waistband of her long underwear and found her swollen clitoris. She snuggled down into her sleeping bag and grasped at the remnants of her dream. That monstrously huge organ and the decadence of having another couple entwined just inches away... Jasmine brought one hand to her breast and tugged at her nipple, imagining the flickering, forked tongue from her dream playing with her tit. She breathed faster, stroking herself more urgently. There had been a woman standing spread-eagled, her head thrown back while her lover buried his long tongue between her legs. How would it feel, she wondered, to trace one hand up that woman’s soft thigh and find the silky entrance to her pussy, and then slowly push a finger inside...
Jasmine gasped, moving her head from side to side beneath the forest canopy. With only the birds, squirrels, and unseen others as her witnesses, she cried out and pushed her fingers into her cunt. Grinding the base of her palm against her skin, she groaned as her orgasm swept over her. It sated her lust, but just barely, like a measly peanut butter sandwich when she’d been craving a full-blown feast with all the trimmings. Blinking, Jasmine slowly became aware of the waking world around her. Deep in the woods of Argyll Forest, she was completely alone. That wasn’t a novel thing, however. Jasmine generally felt perfectly at ease being by herself. Friends in college and high school had always seemed to be on a different page than she. Jasmine couldn’t bring herself to care much about their mundane concerns, like cars, clothes, boys, and the latest smartphone apps. She was happiest in a library or, as she was now, alone in the woods.
However, as she withdrew her cum-slickened hand from her sleeping bag and wiped it on her handkerchief, Jasmine felt something entirely new-an odd sense of loneliness. I shouldn’t be all by myself, she thought bleakly. It’s not right. I belong with others.
Jasmine shrugged off those weird feelings of uncomfortable solitude and blamed them on the forest. I don’t get lonely, she sternly reminded herself. I don’t need anyone. She rolled her sleeping bag up tightly and stowed it in her backpack along with her pillow and flashlight. After a quick breakfast of a power bar, some dried apple slices, and a bottle of water, Jasmine set out once more into the wild.
* * * *
After an exhausting day of hiking, broken only by brief stops for bathroom breaks and another cold meal, Jasmine stumbled through a tangle of vines into a hidden clearing. An expectant hush fell about her. Jasmine dropped her pack onto the mossy earth and looked around in wonder. The hike through hilly, vegetation-choked, rocky terrain had been totally worth it. At last, she had found that fabled gem-Invercreuch Castle. Here it was, tucked away within the snarled woods and impenetrable cliffs of Argyll Forest. She’d begun to doubt its very existence.
Placing a hand on the cool, crumbling castle wall, she felt like the cat that ate the canary. "Oh, yes, you’re most definitely real." She rested her cheek against the rough stone and closed her eyes. She felt the immense weight of countless seasons, struggles, societies, and...seductions? The castle, or what was left of it, prodded at Jasmine’s mind and teased her with its long-buried history. What secrets would she learn from the old stones of Invercreuch?
I live in a teeny-tiny town in the southeastern United States, surrounded by rolling hills and lots of cows. My house is brimming with my rowdy sons, hot husband, and more pets than I can shake a stick at. When I close my eyes, though, I'm in a white stucco villa on the Mediterranean, sipping a Pimm's Royal and watching the turquoise waves crash at my feet. Next to my hot husband, naturally.
I love to read and write erotic romance, fantasy, and sci-fi because of the escape factor: I want to leave the ordinary and travel somewhere exotic, unusual, and sexually-charged in a book. My characters are thrust into unpredictable situations, and they respond with humor, open-mindedness, and loads of scorching passion. I hope you enjoy escaping with me into the sultry world of erotic romance.
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