The Old Star
She was
looking for new office space...but it found her…what’s hidden in this spooky
place?
Blurb:
When Cathy
Faraday goes out from her office to buy morning tea, a set of circumstances
send her on a different route from the one she would normally take. Waiting on
a street unknown to her is a house. Old and left to fade away the house looks
shabby against its neighbors. The whole row of houses are now offices and Cathy
sees a ‘for let sign’ outside the place. Something draws her to the house.
Someone watches from the third floor window.
Cathy
applies to rent the building to expand her dating agency business. As she
begins to make it ready, the house reveals its secrets.
Erotic
paranormal romance, set in contemporary England this story will haunt you.
Read a teaser
Owen heard the
door to the room open and spun around.
Cathy walked in,
hesitantly.
Owen strode to
her, so pleased to see her, he couldn’t stop a huge smile forming on his face.
“Cathy, I hoped I’d see you before you left. How did it go with the locksmith,
all fixed?” He stopped close to her and looked into her eyes. ‘She’s very pretty. I’d like to get a kiss
from her today.’
“Curiously, the
locksmith told me there’s nothing wrong and the lock is new. He thinks that I
haven’t been locking it properly, but I know I have.” She frowned.
Owen felt like kissing
the frown away, or at least smoothing it away with his thumb. He smiled. “What about
Alfred Parr has he had trouble with it?” Owen was just interested in keeping
Cathy talking and close, but he’d sparked something in her mind.
She widened her
eyes. “Hey, that’s true. When I first came here, I closed the door behind me
after finding it ajar. It locked of course and stayed locked because Alfred
used a key to get in and find me already here. That was the same today … weirdly
the door was locked okay when the locksmith arrived…”
Owen watched
her consider this. He desperately wanted to establish something between them to
make her want to see him the next day. Ordinarily he’d ask a girl out, but he
couldn’t do that could he? He launched into flirting.
“You have such
lovely eyes, Cathy. I hope that’s okay to say. When you frowned I felt like
smoothing it away.” He gave her a practiced look laden with promise.
Cathy gazed at
him.
Her eyes
betrayed her. He could touch her and she’d accept it. He took a deep breath and
slowly put out his hand to hold her face. He smoothed the place a frown had
been.
“I guess you
have someone in your life waiting for you to get home. You wouldn’t want to
stay a while and talk to me about your plans for the place.” He kept his voice
low and looked at her lips. It was no hardship. He felt an overwhelming urge to
kiss her. He bent his head to be even closer to her as she stayed there stilled
under his hand and his gaze.
‘She
has to be attracted to me. She has to be, or she’d have shaken off my touch and
be backing away.’
“I don’t have
anyone, special that is. I’d like to stay a while.”
Owen moved so
slowly he felt as if he’d entered some dream state, but he reached her lips
with his, and holding her face gently, he kissed her. Her lips were soft and
she returned his kiss. It felt so good he couldn’t pull away as he intended. He
brought his other hand to her head and ran his fingers into her hair to hold
her. He kissed her until he felt weakened. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but he
liked it. His cock was hardening. That felt good, too.
He drew back a
little from Cathy’s face to look into her eyes. He saw her open them.
“Cathy I … I...”
He had no idea what he wanted to say next. The need to keep kissing her ate at
him.
She smiled a
little and then put her arms around his neck and began to kiss him.
Owen received
the kisses all over his face, and then as she reached his lips, he crushed her
to his body and took over the kiss. He licked along the seam of her lips, and
then bit the bottom one softly as she opened her mouth for him. A spike of
desire tore through his body and completed his erection as he slid his tongue
against hers. He ground his hard cock against her and moved his hands to cup
her ass keeping her there. She wasn’t fighting. She was moving in little
thrusts against him and it felt incredible. As he left her lips to kiss down
her neck he vaguely thought, ‘This feels
so fucking good … I don’t remember ever feeling so turned on.’
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