Adriana Kraft

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paranormal romance

Guest Kate Hill with Shauna’s Silver Swordsmith (Silver Hearts 3) #vampireromance #paranormalromance #demons #agegapromance #historicalromance

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Purchase Link:

Amazon –  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0CKX1C8WC

Keywords:

#vampireromance #paranormalromance #demons #agegapromance #historicalromance

Blurb:

Daniel – Reared by the master swordsmith who taught me his craft, I’ve dedicated my life to forging steel. I never thought about the occult, until a foreign man with unimaginable power stops at my home and forge. He takes me to Japan where I study under an ancient swordsmith. Nothing and no one, especially a woman, can tear me away from my craft, or so I think. While visiting New York City in 1927, I meet Shauna, and everything changes.

Shauna – Working the streets with only my abusive pimp Jack to look out for me is no way to live, but I don’t have much choice. When a rich weirdo takes me to a ritzy hotel and offers me a way out, I’m not sure what to do. Then he shows up at Jack’s juice joint with tall, gorgeous Daniel whose mixed messages make my head spin. Can a vampire swordsmith fall in love with a former pro skirt, or is all his heat only in the forge?

Note: Shauna’s Silver Swordsmith is a short vampire romance with a stubborn hero, a resilient heroine, historical settings, some spice, violence, and a HEA.

Excerpt

Usually I’m totally focused, but all I can think about is the beautiful woman temporarily living in my house.

“I’ll get you for this, Lucas,” I breathe, pausing for a moment in my work. The smell of hot steel and the heat of the forge should be comforting, but all I feel is restlessness.

I want to go back to Shauna, but I’m hiding here under the pretense of work.

Cursing under my breath, I yank the sweat-damp scarf off my head and trudge toward the house. Her delicious scent teases my nose. I follow it to my garden where Shauna sits by the koi pond. She’s changed clothes. The sleeveless black shirt tucked into wide-legged black trousers shows off the curves of her breasts and hips. Her thick eyelashes are lowered and I stare, transfixed by her lovely profile. I long to take her in my arms and kiss her. I want to taste her sweet blood. The passion flaring through me is frightening in its intensity, but I control it.

Then she lifts her gaze to mine.

Author Bio:

Kate Hill is a vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies. When she’s not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, watching horror movies, and researching vampires and Viking history. She runs the Compelling Beasts Blog that is dedicated to antagonists, antiheroes, and paranormal creatures. Kate also writes as Saloni Quinby.

Visit her online at https://www.kate-hill.com. Join her newsletter at https://kate-hill.com/index.php/newsletter.

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Would Dante understand any of that? #SnippetSunday #SnipSun #WeekendWritingWarriors #EroticRomance

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Is she a ghost? A visitor from another time and place? A siren? A temptress? Or just a meddling dream mistress?

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday,
the weekly hops for everyone who loves to write – and read!
Click on the graphics to travel to the other snippets.

                                 

Last week’s Sunday Snippet from J. Arlene Culiner introduced me to a Nevada Native American archeological treasure I’d never heard of, in spite of spending a few years living in Nevada: The 10,000+ year-old petroglyphs at Winemucca Lake.  On the other side of the country, just two weeks ago, UNESCO announced the designation of an Ohio Native American archaeological site as a World Heritage site. The Hopewell Ceremonial Earthworks is a vast system of mounds and rectangles with a lunar alignment created some 1600 to 2000 years ago. The phenomenon is all the more impressive because the precise lunar cycle only repeats every 18 years.

The confluence of those events led me to select an excerpt from my recent release From Beyond The Curtain for this week’s Sunday Snippet. It features a native site close to home I’ve visited often, always learning something new. The three-story caliche Casa Grande structure and its surrounding villages are more recent than the Nevada or Ohio sites. The region in present-day Coolidge along Arizona’s Gila River was a population center from about 700 to 1450 AD, and the central feature pictured below was constructed between 1300 and 1350 (now with a modern roof).

You can read about the intricate and precisely sloped canal system created by the inhabitants that enabled them to thrive for several centuries. Though the reason they abandoned their settlement in the 1400s remains unknown, one theory is that there may have been a catastrophic flood, destroying the entire canal system all at once and making the arid desert once more uninhabitable.

EXCERPT

Eight sentences…

Gwen and Dante had taken a guided tour of the grounds and the large structure—the Casa Grande—early, before it got too hot, then spent over an hour in the air-conditioned museum, exploring the exhibits and taking in the interpretive movie. Now they sat under the shade of a pergola with a view of the incredible three-story building built nearly a millennium earlier by a people thought to be primitive. The structure itself was shaded by a large modern metal roof to help preserve it from the elements, but its western wall glowed warmly in the late afternoon sun. What must it have looked like in its heyday? What ceremonies had gathered in the very space where they now sat? Gwen wished she knew.

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And a little more…

Still neither of them spoke. Was he contemplating the building, or her presence beside him? Gwen repressed a shudder. Her worlds were colliding. Indigenous Southwest spirituality called to her in such a familiar way, as if both it and her Celtic roots drew from a single ancient source. She’d known this even before the appearance of Seren, who had amplified and deepened her awareness. Would Dante understand any of that? Would he run the other way? Was it her place to convince him, or Seren’s?

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Seren has bided her time for centuries, waiting for the moment when two of her descendants fall in love and release her, finally, from the place between worlds. The many gifts Seren has inherited from her ancestors—time travel, entering dreams, telepathic communication—have been unsuccessful thus far. Will Gwen and Dante be the ones?

Gwen McFarland has always been in touch with her Celtic roots. When Seren—who looks to Gwen like a Celtic goddess—materializes and invites her to a love tryst in another time and place, she does not hesitate. That Seren sometimes brings along another woman is simply an added benefit.

Fast paced trial lawyer Dante Emmanuel has no time for sentimentality or relationships. A string of satisfying sexual encounters suits him just fine. He’s mystified when a recurring figure enters his dream life, but he won’t turn down Seren’s exotic sexual talents or the dreams that now seem more real than ever.

Who will make the first move in this three-part game of chess? Timing is everything.

BUY LINKS

Universal Link https://books2read.com/u/3k6RNK
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CBWM7LGB/
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/from-beyond-the-curtain
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1425302

More on the monument:

I’ve added these to photos to share a little more about the monument. The first, with people standing in front of it, is to give a sense of its size. From the top tower, in its day, a person could see the entire complex of villages and farmlands in a sixteen-mile radius, all the way to the Gila River where the canals began.

The second photo is to show one of the alignments between openings in two walls across from each other. Most of these openings correspond to either solar or lunar alignment at specific times of the year.

New Release! Waiting for the Son, by Trevann Rogers @TrevannRogers #LGBT #Paranormal #Romance #UrbanFantasy

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BOOK INFORMATION

Title: Waiting for the Son

Series: Living After Midnight, Book Three

Author: Trevann Rogers

ASIN: ‎ B0C9XVHZKW

Publisher: ‎ LAM Publishing (July 15, 2023)

Publication date‏: ‎ July 15, 2023

Print length‏: ‎ 305 pages

 

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Waiting for the Son, by Trevann Rogers

Living After Midnight Series, Book 3

Cheyenne, the half-human son of the Monarch, is getting beaten up on the regular. He’s also fighting with his weretiger boyfriend, holding down his gig in the city’s premier nightclub, and taking care of his kids. Adulting is more complicated than he thought it would be.

Someone close to the Monarch is putting the supernatural races at risk. With everyone in his inner circle under suspicion, he asks his son for help unearthing the traitor.

Cheyenne declines. He doesn’t have the bandwidth, and politics is not his thing.

When his father’s troubles escalate, Cheyenne has no choice but to get involved. If he succeeds, the traitor will be exposed. If he fails, his father will die, and the backstabber will be free to lift the veil of secrecy that protects them all.

Waiting for the Son is the third book in the LGBTQ urban fantasy series Living After Midnight.

Warning: This book features quirky supernatural creatures, a luncheon that makes an orgy look like a made-for-TV movie and an incubus who makes you hope what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

EXCERPT

The standing-room-only crowd at Underhill had been into his new songs. Guys and girls alike had been in sync with him, swaying when he swayed and smiling when he smiled. His skin tingled with all the positive energy—until a voicemail from Unakite City Elementary School sucked all the happy out of him.

Cheyenne thumbed off his phone and tossed it onto the sofa in his dressing room. No sense in getting agitated. He couldn’t find out what new crime his kid had committed until Monday morning. So instead, he changed out of his leather and chains performance gear and into more comfortable jeans and a black tee-shirt before packing up his guitar.

His footsteps echoed as he made his way through the empty club to the alarm panel. Eric, the manager, appreciated the chance to leave early, ensuring he made it to wherever he lay to rest before the sun came up.

Chey didn’t like the vampire and owed him no favors. He didn’t have to be the last to leave, and Eric knew it. Chey stayed when it worked for him, either because a fan-with-benefits caught his eye or he needed extra time to come down from the post-concert high.

He punched in his code and turned on the alarm. A sense of peace washed over him as the whirring of the industrial fans slowed, the florescent blue lights faded, and internal doors locked with a mechanical swoosh that reverberated throughout the cavernous building. The click-click of the alarm system started a rhythmic chant signaling it was time to leave or risk being trapped inside.

The club’s rear double doors closed behind him with a clang. Underhill’s parking was never adequate for the number of people attending his shows, but Cheyenne always arrived early to be sure he parked close to the building. With his history of getting jumped in alleys and parking lots, he wasn’t taking any chances. At least Gre’gori, the owner, had installed adequate lighting.

He headed to the Cutlass, his ever-faithful ride. She stood waiting right where he left her, dependable if not shiny and new. Not that a bit of wear and tear was a problem. It kept anyone from thinking she was worth stealing or vandalizing. One day he’d be able to afford a new ride, something bigger and fancier, but even then, he’d keep this pretty green thing, maybe give her to the kids one day so she’d stay in the family. But for now, she was all his, like his guitar, the other important inanimate object in his life.

“Hey there, sweetness.” He patted her roof affectionately, placed his guitar case on the passenger seat, and froze. The acrid taste of challenge and jealousy, something like burnt marshmallow and ash, assaulted his senses.

Jeeze. Not again. Was the entire population of incubi out to kill him?

BUY LINKS

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/waiting-for-the-son

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/waiting-for-the-son-trevann-rogers/1143735202?ean=2940160983226

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C9XVHZKWhttps://books.apple.com/us/book/waiting-for-the-son/id6450937140

https://books.apple.com/us/book/waiting-for-the-son/id6450937140

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Trevann Rogers writes rock star romances, urban fantasy, and LGBT paranormal romances. Her books include HOUSE OF THE RISING SON and AFTER MIDNIGHT: The Beginning.

Her short stories appear in the anthologies Dangerous Curves Ahead: An Anthology, and Wickedly Ever After.

Each story incorporates an unquenchable addiction to music and Trevann’s love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. She writes long after the sun goes down because, like these elusive creatures, she learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living After Midnight.

Trevann lives in Connecticut with Toby, her 10-year-old rescue puppy, and Lil Monkey, a sock monkey who thinks he’s real but refuses to chip in on the mortgage.

Trevann’s internet home is www.trevannrogers.com/about

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Blog Guest: Coyote’s Vow, by Christina Lynn Lambert #ParanormalRomance #ShifterRomance #SteamyRomanceNovels #RomanticSuspense #EnemiesToLovers

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When a deranged doctor has disturbing plans for shifters and psy,
can Trevor and Kylie stop him, or will they be silenced forever?

Book INFO

Book: Coyote’s Vow (Stranger Creatures book 4)
Author: Christina Lynn Lambert
ASIN: B0BZT58GXZ
Publisher: Decadent Publishing, LLC
Release Date: March 28, 2023

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Kylie Claremont wants answers. She was the victim of a brutal experiment that caused her to develop telekinetic abilities. The position she’s offered as a liaison between Shifters United and the Psy Guild will give her the chance to find the elusive research company that disappeared after experimenting on her and bring them to justice. The only thing standing in her way is an arrogant coyote shifter who is convinced that Kylie is a threat to shifters and shouldn’t be allowed to be a part of Shifters United. She never expected to fall for the gruff, mistrusting man.

Coyote shifter Trevor Ryland will never trust the psy. Still, he knows the time has come to strengthen the tentative alliance between shifters and psy. He fully intends to ignore his attraction to the beautiful psy liaison, but he’d never forgive himself if something happened to her. His plan to protect Kylie from afar is wrecked when they’re forced to work together. She could be his mate but Trevor can’t let that happen. The struggle to deny his need for to the one woman with the power to destroy him gets harder every day.

Trevor and Kylie uncover a web of greed and deceit during their search for the travelling research group. They’ll have to work fast and fight hard to stop the CEO’s latest plans or psy and shifters everywhere will suffer.

Excerpt (R rated):

When Kylie looked up at him, his resolve to keep his distance from her shattered to the ground and dissolved into dust. He growled and pulled her against his chest. Her kiss sent his mind spinning. Her mouth against his wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed everything from her but he’d have to limit himself to one night. One time. She wasn’t a shifter so she wouldn’t recognize him as being a possible mate. She would never have to know.

She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. In a flurry of kisses, they hit the bed. He unbuttoned her silky red shirt and kissed the smooth skin at the pulse point of her neck. His fangs itched to give her a bite but he refused. He nipped at her throat and licked and nibbled his way down further. When he got to the space below her belly button, she let out a little moan. He looked up and met her gaze.

Her eyes were bright and the scent of her desire filled the air. He breathed deep, trying to get some control over himself but still, his fangs descended to their full length. He knew his irises had become the dark, deep green of Coyote. She didn’t look scared though. She must have heard some things about the intensity of shifters when they were turned on.

He tossed her lacy purple bra to the ground but teased her by kissing her belly, then the side of her breast, even her cheek, until she guided his head back to her breasts. He ran his tongue over her beaded nipple then gave it a gentle bite. Her breathy “yes, please!” nearly drove him wild. She grabbed the back of his head and held him in place so he could give her nipples proper attention. He liked that she knew what she wanted from him.

What if it didn’t matter that he was a shifter and she was psy? He needed so much more from her than one night. She pulled off his shirt and lightly ran her nails down his back. He groaned in anticipation. When she undid the top button of his jeans, he could barely think straight. He needed to get back in control of the situation. Fast.

He placed his hands over hers, stopping her from going further. He shook his head. “You first.”

Purchase Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BZT58GXZ
Barnes and Noble: Coyote’s Vow by Christina Lynn Lambert | eBook | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)
Google Books: Coyote’s Vow by Christina Lynn Lambert – Books on Google Play
Kobo Books: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/coyote-s-vow
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1370196

Author Bio:

Before I had the wild idea to write a book, I worked in a few different fields. I was in sales for a while, and after I finished college, I worked as a case manager. When my children were little, I was a personal trainer and running coach. During the evenings, when I was supposed to be studying for another fitness training certification, I started writing a story. Finally, I gave in and acknowledged that writing is what I’m meant to do. I love creating imperfect but determined characters who find the courage to love and the strength to survive in a world where there are no guarantees. My stories include a fair amount of sarcasm, suspense, steam, and violence. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time outside and finding ways to avoid cooking. I live in beautiful Virginia with my husband, two teenagers, a sweet, hairy monster of a dog, and two devious cats.

Author Social Media Links:

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Christina-Lynn-Lambert/e/B01MCYK0K7

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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/christinalynnlambert

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Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/chris4lamb

WordPress: https://christinalynnlambertwordpress.com

 

 

Innocence (Lost Souls Book 1) by Shiela Stewart @ShielaSue #MFRWAuthor #Suspense #Paranormal #Series

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Jessica Coltrane is a diehard sceptic who believes ghosts and paranormal activity are nothing more than a figment of an overactive imagination. That is until she finds herself locked inside a haunted house with the enigmatic paranormal investigator C.J. Dowling.

Born with the ability to see and speak to the dead, C.J. Dowling thought investigating a haunted house would be a job like many others. He’s prepared for anything—except smart and sexy Jessica.

Working together in close quarters, C.J. and Jessica discover it isn’t only negative tension between them but sexual as well. Giving in to their desires seems like a good idea until they wake and find the spirits thought otherwise. They are trapped with the ghost of a child long forgotten, an amorous entity threatening Jessica, and a powder keg of a spine-tingling mystery that might just be better left buried.

EXCERPT

Something tickled her nose. Using her hand, she tried to swipe it away and felt the brush of hair against her knuckles. Planting her hand, she felt the warm flesh beneath her palm.

Recognition hit and woke her with an angry slap. Eyes shooting open, she sat up quickly and instantly regretted it when the room spun wildly around her. Laying back down, closing her eyes, she waited out the dizziness the hangover caused. Her mind raced to the night before.

The soft ache in her loins reminded her of what she’d done. Carefully opening her eyes, she turned her head to see a naked C.J. beside her.

“Oh, God.” She looked over his naked body, remembering how good it felt having him inside her. She hadn’t been that drunk that she couldn’t remember the event, and lord, what an event it had been. They had literally torn each other’s clothing off. She’d been an animal, which was so not like her.

What did they do now? Would they go on as they had been, sniping at each other, treat this as a one-night fling and move on? In truth, the guy irritated the hell out of her, yet he’d made her feel so incredible the night before. How was she supposed to respond to him now, after sharing something so intimate?

“Dowling,” she spoke quietly. “Dowling.” When he moaned, she slapped his chest. “Dowling!”

“Jesus.”

“Wake up.”

“I’m awake.” He looked at her with a smile. “Morning.” Then his eyes went wide. “Holy hell.” He bolted upright and jumped to his feet, nearly knocking her over. “Oh, my God.”

“What the hell?” The sofa stood on its end, two sitting chairs slammed up right against it, all pushed against the window. The coffee and end tables stood one on top of the other, in front of the fireplace.

Carefully, Jessie stood up, waiting out the dizziness. She had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. It looked like a hurricane had blown through. “How…”

“I need to check my equipment.” He flew off, still nude, and she got one hell of a look at his ass.

She saw her shirt by the fireplace, straps torn. She couldn’t exactly wear it in its condition. Spotting his shirt hanging over the couch, she grabbed it and put it on. It barely covered her, but would have to do for now.

“This is incredible. The meters went off the scale. The temperature recorded several degrees below freezing at one point. It didn’t last long, though, as it rose exponentially. And we slept through it all. Damn, I have never seen anything like this before. It’s phenomenal.”

“You’re naked, you know?”

“What?” He didn’t even look up.

“You’re naked.” She tossed him his jeans, hitting him square in the face.

Unaffected by it, he grabbed the jeans and slipped into them using his free hand.  It amused her to watch him shimmy into his tight jeans, jumping from one foot to the other. “The cameras!” He rushed to the video equipment as he did up his pants. “Do you know what this means?”

“That you were a busy boy last night.”

He looked at her, confused. “Beg pardon?”

“I don’t know how you managed it all alone, but I give you credit for a job well done.”

“You think I did all of this?”

“No, I know you did all of this. Boy, you’ll do anything to make me a believer.”

His eyes narrowed and his voice dipped an octave. “You think I did all of this just to make you believe there are ghosts here?”

“Well…yeah.”

“Fine.” Walking to her, he grabbed her arm and led her to the camera.

“Let go of me.”

“Not until you see this.” Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her to face the monitor attached to one of the cameras. “Watch.” He pressed play.

Folding her arms across her chest, Jessie glared at the screen. He’d recorded them having sex.

“Oh my God, you taped us making out? How could you?”

“I have my cameras set on timers that begin taping on their own. I didn’t know we were going to go at it like rabbits last night. Watch.”

“You will erase those tapes,” she insisted, then grunted when he turned her face back to the monitor. “What the hell?”

“Keep watching.”

She couldn’t pry her eyes away if she tried. The furniture lifted in the air, spun around wildly before they slammed in front of the fireplace and window. “Oh my god!”

“My sentiments exactly. I need to check the rest of the house.” He left her mesmerized in front of the TV.

BUY LINKS

Decadent Publishing: https://decadentpublishing.com/secrets-of-the-dead/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08W1L6LX2/

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/secrets-of-the-dead-shiela-stewart/1008584825?ean=2940162538202

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/secrets-of-the-dead/id1552432453?ign-itscg=30200&ign-itsct=books_toolbox

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/secrets-of-the-dead-17

Smashword: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1067767

Books also available in Paperback.

Get the complete series!

SERIES BUY LINK AT AMAZON

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08W57MPSM

About the Author

Shiela Stewart is a paranormal suspense author with a writing history that stems back to her youth. Always a dreamer, wondering if her stories would ever reach an audience, she was finally published in 2006 and hasn’t stopped since. It is rare to find a stand-alone book as she prefers series stories. Her longest running series to date is her Darkness series which is a vampire romance.

Her joy for scary suspense is evident in each of her books. She has had several accomplishments including fighting for the top spot in rankings with author Stephany Myers, receiving glowing reviews as well as interviews on television.

When not writing, Shiela spends her time with the love of her life, William, and their children and grandchildren. She enjoys getting her hands dirty, working in her gardens and planting flowers. Her strong affection for animals is evident in the many cats, fish and birds she cares for.

Her favorite time of day is at sunset.

AUTHOR LINKS

Website: https://www.shielastewart.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ShielaSue

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/shiela.stewart/

Lustful Possession Series by H. K. Carlton @AuthorHKCarlton #TimeTravel #Paranormal #Romance #Series

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I’m always thrilled to welcome Author H. K. Carlton to my pages – today, I asked her to share the Cairnnon Castle series, which I devoured when it came out. If you haven’t read this series, you are in for a treat!

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A seemingly harmless paranormal investigation sparks a series of haunting events that ultimately sends an international team of supernatural investigators to Ireland and to one of the most haunted destinations in all of Europe.

Travel Through Time and Unravel the Mystery of Cairnnon Castle

Thank you so much for having me back, Adriana, and allowing me the opportunity to time-travel through my backlist. It’s always a journey when taking a look back, from the first little niggle of the initial idea to the final published story. It’s not always an easy process, but it’s always a trip worth taking.

 
Meet the O’Cairnnon’s — a fate most don’t survive
 

 

The Lustful Possession Series in reading order:
Meet Me in the Dark
Dark Foursome
The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
Rising from the Darkness
Dark Seed
Bending Darkness
Dark Defeat
Though this collection of short stories is predominantly dark erotic paranormal—at times verging on horror—it runs the gamut in sub-genres and eras—from contemporary to historical time-travel, and back again. Please note: the saga also incorporates both m/f and m/m couplings, plus some multi-partner interaction.
 

 

Part 1 – Meet Me in the Dark
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)
 
Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween event—a good scare to get the blood pumping. Little does she know her actions that night would unleash an ancient evil.
 
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Part 2 – Dark Foursome
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)
 
A foursome takes on a whole new aspect when a fledgling couple, is hijacked by two randy spirits, who then use their corporeal bodies to recapture the sexual pleasures they enjoyed while inhabiting the physical world.
 
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The saga takes a sudden medieval time-travel twist in Part 3 – The Fall of Cairnnon Castle (m/f, time-travel, Ireland, historical, paranormal, dark erotic, verging on horror)
 
Caught in a cave-in, Scientist Neve Brádach, lies broken and dying, trapped inside the most haunted castle in Ireland with the infamous elemental, Bás a thagann. Neve is left defenseless to fight it and is forced to suffer a life that is not her own
 
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Part 4 – Rising From the Darkness
(m/m, paranormal, erotic, contemporary)
 
U.S. paranormal investigators return to Ireland to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the Fall of Castle Cairnnon. But what they find instead might set the paranormal community on it’s collective ear.
 
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Part 5 – Dark Seed
(paranormal, erotic, contemporary, m/f story with m/m interaction)
 
The supernatural investigators’ astounding discovery at Cairnnon Castle, can only be described as a miracle. 
 
Or perhaps one blessing, is just another curse.
 
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Part 6 – Bending Darkness
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, time-travel, historical)
 
The Cairnnon curse threatens to turn one woman’s dreams of happily-ever-after into a hellish nightmare.
 
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And Part 7 – Dark Defeat – The stunning conclusion to the Lustful Possession saga (paranormal, dark erotic, time-travel, historical, an m/f story with f/f and m/f/f interaction)
 
Hell-bent on saving her children, a mother will stop at nothing to defeat the evil that stalks her family, or at the very least, she’ll die trying.
 
Evil never gambled on battling one pissed off mother!
This erotic paranormal collection of short stories contains both mf & mm pairings, plus multi-partner interaction; & also cliff-hangers. Installments must be read in order.
 
 
Enjoy an excerpt from my favorite book in the series 
(Am I allowed to say that? 🤔) 😉
 
Lustful Possession – Part 3: The Fall of Cairnnon Castle

Cairnnon Castle, Ireland—The Present 

The earth underneath me quakes. The sky above me falls. It rains down on me. Pain explodes inside my head. My ribs break. I am crushed.
A deafening rumble offends my ears. My body is tossed and crumpled, battered by debris. It goes on for an eternity.
And then…
Silence. Stillness.
The pain is immense. Like nothing I’ve ever endured in my life.
Oh, God! Please! I implore wordlessly. I cannot speak, scream, or moan.
My eyes are closed. But beyond me, there’s brightness, so vivid I detect it through my closed eyelids. I try to open them, but none of my faculties are functioning. I am heavy. My lungs are burning. It hurts to even take shallow breaths. I concentrate on the unenviable task of simply inhaling in and out—an action I have obviously taken for granted all these years. The dust is choking me. I try not to cough. I will split apart if I do. My ribcage has already splintered with the weight upon me.
A low hum begins. It is annoying, but as it goes on it becomes comforting, harmonious.
As the fire in my chest subsides, I am lethargic, sleepy, and content.
Stillness.
I know what this is. It is elemental. Inevitable, from the moment we take our first breath.
I wait for it…
Death comes.
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H K Carlton is a multi-published author of romance and its varied sub-genres. From naughty to nice, historical to contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.

 
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