Bump in the Night V by BJ McCall

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Excerpts From: THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT V

An Excerpt From: HAUNTED REDEMPTION

He brought his hand up to touch her cheek. She leaned into his palm, straining up to press her entire body against the length of his. Had he forgotten such magic, or was this a new level of sensation he had yet to know? His body responded on its own accord, his knee bracing between hers, his hips rocking his erection into the smooth plane of her stomach.

She tensed then, and finally withdrew her mouth.

At least she didn’t dart away.

“I think I lied,” he said quickly, before she could back away and claim a mistake. “It’s you who seems intent on seducing me, not the other way around.”

The corner of her mouth twitched. While she did step out of his arms, the twinkle remained in her eyes. “I had no intention.”

“Vampiress Lili, there’s no man who wouldn’t be enamored to look upon you tonight. To taste you, well, you’ve stolen all my sensibilities. I can’t remember what I’d planned for you next.”

He could see the playful glint in her eyes as she turned and looked around the room. “Candles, a tux, soft music. You’ve covered your bases, Scott. Surely you didn’t stop there?”

She watched him, slowly turning in a wide circle, as a predator surrounds prey. How easily she’d turned the tables. Feigning ignorance of the game she was accusing him of playing, he said instead, “I love old houses. There’s so much…life to them. Would you like for me to show you around?”

He stepped sideways, anticipating her next move. They were an arm’s length apart, squared off. Careful to keep his face fully shadowed by the rim of the hat, he watched her. Her eyes darted. She licked her lips, the glimpse of tongue sending a new surge of heat directly to his cock. Beneath the velvety choker that rested on her neck, her throat undulated as she swallowed.

How well she bluffed. It seemed they were both more than affected by this little cat and mouse game.

“Yes,” she said, turning from him to face the silhouette of the piano in the corner. “This house is full of character. I could easily imagine how it would look in its splendor.”

“But I’d rather have you here, with me now, than recreate a past that didn’t belong to us.”

An Excerpt From: EMBRACE FOREVER

Numb from the intense cold, Jastra shivered. She forced herself to fight off the stupor threatening to claim her. The memories came. The shock of her sentencing, the bewildering gray line of prisoners, the harsh voices, the mumbled prayers, the abject fear as she boarded the transport, the cold, followed by the vapor filling the hold.

She tried to move. The muscles in her neck, shoulders, back and arms protested. She gritted her teeth as hot needles of pain drove deep as if piercing her very bones.

Cold storage. Just like the ministry. Far cheaper than providing food and sleeping tubes! And if a few should die…

She’d been sentenced, given death. Why put the condemned through this pain? Why not kill them in transit? Or did the Ministry want them to suffer before facing execution?

She stood exposed, her nipples taut, painful kernels. Restrained, her arms were pulled behind her back and her hands were bound to icy rod. Her feet were frozen to a circular platform emitting a pale, yellowish glow.

Where am I? What prison?

Before her stood a naked male, similarly restrained. Young, not much beyond his second decade, his head, his entire body was denuded of all hair. His olive-colored skin held the gray pallor consistent with prolonged cold storage. Next to him was another bound prisoner. Naked and hairless, the golden-skinned woman was short in stature, with a stocky frame and full breasts. Tears slipped down her cheeks. Her wails bounced off the high ceilings, making the vast dark chamber surrounding them all the more eerie. Standing in a circle on a suspended platform, they were isolated.

One hundred prisoners had boarded the transport. Why had she and these two been singled out?

An Excerpt From: CASSANDRA’S ENCHANTMENT

Damn. There was no light shining beneath Cassandra’s door.

Phineas reached for the door handle, slowly turning it. Hearing no sound, he pushed it open and stepped inside, quickly pulling it closed behind him. The room, which had been pitch dark, suddenly filled with light.

Phineas found his feet frozen to the floor.

“Impressive,” he said, smiling at Cassandra, who now sat up in her bed, a frown upon her face.

“Phineas, is that you?”

“Yes. I didn’t want anyone to know I was coming here. I need to talk with you.”

“Well, make yourself visible, will you? It’s uncomfortable talking to a disembodied voice.” She lifted the enchantment that held his feet to the floor.

“Are you sure? If I use the counter-spell, I’ll be visible when I leave here.”

“What’s the big deal? Just redo the invisibility spell before you leave.”

Annoyance colored his voice. “I’d have to conjure the book out of my room and it takes over twenty minutes to say the incantation.”

Cassandra smiled. That definitely sounded like Phineas—while he enjoyed college he often complained about the unnecessarily long incantations. She slid out of her bed and walked across the cool marble floor. Preparing for sleep, she’d undressed down to her slip. The air was a bit chilly and her feet felt cold on the hard surface. “Talk to me so I can find you,” she said. “I want to touch your face.”

“Why?”

“It’s easy to mimic another’s voice, but difficult to assume their shape. Nor would you bother assuming Phineas’ shape if you’d already made yourself invisible.”

“Good point. I’m over here, Cassandra. Go ahead and touch me.”

She moved her hands gently forward but could find no purchase. She made several steps forward and suddenly ran into a hard male body. She felt a pair of strong hands grip her hips.

After a moment, she lifted her hands to make out Phineas’ features, running her fingertips over his face in butterfly touches. To be double sure, she cupped the sides of his face to feel the distinctive shape of his sideburns. Satisfied, she threaded her fingers through his thick hair and commented, “You need a haircut, Phineas.”

She heard his breath catch and suddenly his arms were around her, pulling her close. She relished the warmth of his hard, muscled body, the scent of his cologne and the intoxicating underlying aroma of his maleness.

For Phineas, passion that had been pent up for years came pounding to the surface. He groaned as his mouth came down on hers.

Cassandra felt the pressure of his lips against hers and moaned softly. His kiss was searing. Phineas’ hand cupped the back of her head, his tongue nudging her lips open. She felt a wild surge of pleasure as his tongue mated with hers.

His lips caressed hers and then he bit down gently on her lower lip. “God, Cassandra, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said thickly.

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