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CELTIC LOVE KNOTS VOLUME 3: THROUGH A MAGIC MIST & WHEELS ON FIRE by Tambra Kendall & Susan M. Sailors WHISKEY CREEK PRESS www.whiskeycreekpress.com
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Published by WHISKEY CREEK PRESS Whiskey Creek Press PO Box 51052 Casper, WY 82605-1052 www.whiskeycreekpress.com Copyright © 2007 by Tambra Kendall & Susan M. Sailors Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 (five) years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including 4
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WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT LORD OF THE FOREST "Lord of the Forest is a tale of second chances and a shot at a blissful eternity. Ms. Sailors' sex scenes are hot, hot, hot; they make me want a werewolf of my own. The tortured relationship plot line is aptly explored and I loved the humorous quips in this tale. Enjoyable and possessing great heart, Lord of the Forest is a perfect bite of story." Reviewed by Michelle at FAR WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF FUN "Welcome to the House of Fun is a very unique paranormal romance, which takes place in an interesting world. Ms. Sailors' take on hell is very imaginative, and the relationship between Lisa and Dante is hot and loving. Welcome to the House of Fun is a great way to spend your reading time." Reviewed by Marlene Breakfield for Mystique Books WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT THE LABRYINTH "Susan M. Sailors' The Labyrinth is a fantastic love story. An inventive plot and lively characters combine for a fun loving story. Charity and Damon's sexual energy is overwhelming. Their erotic escapades will leave the reader wanting more. I wish I could pull men from my books. I want to read more of Ms. Sailors' books." Reviewed by Ophelia at Erotic Escapades WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT MOONLIT MAGIC & TO AUTUMN 6
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"Moonlit Magic and To Autumn are very sweet love stories. Aaron and Alexander are booth caring men deeply in love with their women and willing to allow the women to set the paths of their relationships. Gloria and Erica are kind and loving. Susan M. Sailors infuses both stories with romance and great passion. These are wonderful stories I recommend to everyone." Reviewed by Tara Renee at TwoLips Reviews "Susan Sailors writes a refreshing romantic fantasy that leaves you wanting to know what happens next. Each character was wonderfully written with precise and flare. It is going to be one for my keeper shelf and I can't wait for the next installment in the series." Reviewed by Zollyanna at Night Owl Romance WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT SUMMER SOLSTICE SCORCHERS ANTHOLOGY "A TASTE OF THE FORBIDDEN by Tambra Kendall "As the reigning Queen of Darkness, Izanna Tremayne is about to face one of the biggest battles of her life. Before she faces the upcoming fight with Razi, a demon and the Overlord, she'll indulge in sex with Jason, a man she recognizes as her mate. There's just that little pesky problem of the edict that prohibits having sex with a vampire you've turned. She has no doubt that he is her eternal mate, but will that be enough to save them both? "SUMMER SOLSTICE is a fun-filled anthology which readers of various types of paranormal stories will thoroughly enjoy. Each story provides an entertaining plot, fascinating 7
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characters, unexpected events, and truly hot sex. Vampires, fortune tellers, ghosts, witches, demons, wizards and elves all come to life within the pages of this book. Every story is vastly different and I found myself eagerly jumping from one story to the next anticipating yet another fascinating tale. SUMMER SOLSTICE gives readers an exciting opportunity to discover new-to-you authors and several different types of paranormal stories which are represented. It's the perfect way to kick back and enjoy the summer heat." Reviewer: Chrissy Dionne Romance Junkies
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Dedication From author Tambra Kendall: To my critique partners Kimberly Ivey Wuttke, Kelly Rebitz and Meagan Hatfield. Thanks for always being there! And to my husband, Keith, who in his own way, does support my writing. From author Susan M. Sailors: To Grant and Jason
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THROUGH A MAGIC MIST by Tambra Kendall Damn, she needed a man. Kelly Farrell needed sex. Desperately. Virginity, ha! Who needs it? She wanted a real man in her life. Not the selfish assholes she found herself entangled with repeatedly. Last night the Goddess Danu had appeared in her dreams and promised tonight her sex problems would be solved if she performed a specific ritual. In her garden, she gathered the herbs needed for the spell: three sprigs of rosemary and catnip. With precise steps, she trod the small stone labyrinth thrice. She crushed the herbs while chanting—"Bring to me, my eternal love. Bless this request, Goddess of Love." Kelly wanted to give her virginity to her soulmate, but after all this time, he'd better be a fantastic fuck. By the Goddess, she was tired of waiting, damn it! Her spells never worked before, which is why she contacted the Goddess for help. Her lips puckered in annoyance. In the past few days, she doubted her druidic training was the path for her life. Truth be told, it had been difficult to think past the driving, intense horniness that held her in its grasp. A light breeze stirred, releasing the scent of gardenias. The Goddess! She remembered the same fragrance from last night. As she turned around, not two feet from her, a sparkling cloud appeared and illuminated the twilight bringing 10
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the essence of magic. A ghostly figure appeared and stepped from the vapor. He beckoned to her from the silvery cloud. "Come with me." She blinked and his form solidified. The sensual energy he emitted made her gasp from the strength of its power. Her body tingled and warmed. What the hell is going on? The man is a Sex God. Why is he wearing the amulet and tattoo of a high Druid? She could only stare since her brain refused to function. Oh. My. Goddess. Here stood the perfect man, tall and muscular with the abs of an athlete. She wanted to run her hands over every delicious inch of him. Long dark hair framed a sculpted jaw. His lips were sensually full while his eyes were the color of whiskey. He wore the saffron shirt of the Irish and the plaid of his clan. Kelly thought she heard ocean waves slam against rocks. He held out his hand. "Hurry." A voice whispered in her mind—go with him. Without thinking of the consequences, Kelly placed her palm in his. When his flesh touched hers a spark of electricity shot up her arm, a mixture of pleasure and pain that made her wet. She swallowed and took a deep breath. No man ever affected her like this. Is he really the one? "Who are you and where are we going?" The words came out in a breathless rush. She started to withdraw her hand but his grip tightened. The sparkling mist grew thick around her and the sexy man-god. A wave of dizziness caused her to stumble and the sounds of the ocean rose and swirled as the magical mist thickened. 11
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Strong arms pulled her into an intimate embrace. A delicious shudder made her instinctively press closer to him. Something hot and hard pressed against her leg. His erection. Desire pooled low in her stomach, wetting her panties from the contact. She wanted this man and she didn't even know him. Here she was, cocooned in the embrace of a man who reminded her of a warrior of old. "Do not fear, Kelly. I am Sloan O'Neill, clan chief and Arch Druid. Through this concealing cloud is your destiny. Yours and mine. I have waited so long for you." Fear and passion warred within her. "How do you know my name?" She swallowed to push down the sudden knot of stupidity in her throat. Oh shit! Her impulsivity had catapulted her in deep trouble this time. Once more, the voice that spoke to her last night fluttered in her mind. I, the Great Goddess, am sending you through time to claim your chosen soulmate. Your petition has been heard and answered. You may properly thank me later. Before she could fully absorb the words of the deity, Sloan's warm hand splayed across her lower back, stirring her heat like bellows pumped on an open fire. "The Goddess has allowed me glimpses of you through her scrying bowl." His fingers caressed and kneaded sending ripples of sensation straight to her core. She wanted Sloan with a passion so strong, it threatened to burn and consume her. Casting caution to the wind and believing the words of Danu, an idea flashed through her mind. She took his hands, slid them to her ass, and wiggled against his groin showing 12
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him how much she wanted him to ram his large cock into her. "You have an unfair advantage. I've just met you." His low groan filled her with pleasure and power. His hardness scorched her like a brand. Her hands gripped his forearms to put a bit of distance between them so she could catch her breath. Warm taut muscle flexed beneath her palms. She blinked. Cerridwen's Cauldron! They were now standing in a small, tight stone circle surrounded by a large grove of ancient oak and willow. Overhead the soft heather sky faded into a richer hue, the time of the gloaming. Sloan released her and brought his lips down to hers in a searing kiss. "Welcome to Ireland, little one. I will explain what I can. Meara, our High Druidess, will tell you what I cannot." Kelly shivered from the residual touch of his lips. He was a walking advertisement for sex. How would it feel to have a man this powerful make love to me? It took a minute for Sloan O' Neill's words to penetrate the sensual fog surrounding her brain. Ireland? The tallest stone jutted from the circle behind him. Dark, menacing."The power of Danu brought you here. The magic within us must be released from the binding to protect the clan from my evil brother, Tavis. As soulmates, his dark magic isn't powerful enough to eclipse the eternal light of love. In a short while, we will begin the ritual of sexual magic. Thrice our bodies will spill the fluids of intimacy before the Moon of Claiming ends this night, and our bonding shall be complete. If we fail, all is lost. From our first coupling, Meara will speak the words of binding to make us husband and 13
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wife." Sloan caressed the inside of her wrist where her pulse rapidly thumped. "I know you feel the energy flowing between us. Our bodies cry out to complete the ancient ritual. Sex magic is at its most powerful with this special moon." He rose with fluid grace. "Meara, will prepare you for the ceremony." Kelly crossed her arms and stared into his eyes. "Yes I felt the power between us. Yes, I want the sex. No, I don't want to get married." "I can scarce imagine what you are experiencing. Accept my apology but in time, you will understand. There is no time to argue. When the moon is visible, we will make love on the sacrificial slab." He turned and strode away. "Wait just a minute." Kelly started after him but the Druidess blocked her way. The woman linked arms with her and led her toward the pathway nearly hidden within the oaks and away from Sloan. Sharp stones poked through her sandals and threatened her balance. Would it do any good to protest? After all, she wanted sex with a handsome man and the Goddess tossed her Sloan. "We have much to do before you wed our clan chief and high Druid. Danu herself appeared and said you were chosen as The O'Neill's mate. You cannot refuse. The fate of our clan and the balance of good and evil hinge upon the magic within both of you." "Care to make a wager on me wedding Sloan? I want down-and-dirty, sweaty, scream-your-head-off orgasmic sex. I can't marry someone I met five minutes ago," Kelly snapped. She hated being told what to do. She refused to 14
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leave the circle. He could give her what she wanted then take her back home. Her feet wouldn't obey her command to stay within the stones. She had no one to blame but herself and the voice that lulled her into thinking this was a great idea to follow Sloan and his fine ass. "You will bathe with a sacred unguent to cleanse and purify your body. Then, material the color of moonlight will drape your form. The blood from your maidenhead will combine with Sloan's seed upon the sacrificial stone to set into motion the spell required by the Goddess Domnu to protect us from the evil that threatens us." I'll have sex with Sloan but I won't marry him. The tree line thinned leaving only a steep incline and the pounding of water against rock. Just like she heard when Sloan held her in her herb garden. Kelly kept pace with Meara, who led her to a cave hidden within the cliffs. Immediately a rush of cool air hit her heated cheeks. "Damn it." The rough rock wall nipped her hands as her feet slipped on a patch of loose pebbles. Their footsteps echoed in the cavern. The constant breeze told her she was going to freeze her ass off in a pool of icecold water. Shit, just my luck. As her body continued to crave and ache for Sloan's touch the trail leveled out into a passage that opened into a large room with walls worn smooth and shone like polished obsidian. The Druidess pointed to the bubbling pool. "The water is warmed by a hot spring. Disrobe, Kelly, and step into the 15
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water. Your body, mind and soul must be ready to receive Sloan." Kelly stood hands on hips and stared boldly into the woman's eyes. "I'll have sex with Sloan, but I won't marry him." Meara touched her arm. The Druidess' magic urged her to remove her clothes and climb into nature's Jacuzzi. "Young Droi, have you forgotten your oath to the Goddess? You have no choice for the Goddess has spoken in this matter. Your magic did not work in your time, because you are meant to be here. The power you possess will bloom after you marry The O'Neill." How did they know I'd just begun my studies as a Druidess? She hadn't told anyone. Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into? Kelly removed her clothes and eased into the decadently warm pool. This place held possibilities to play with Sloan. Meara handed her the scented salt scrub. As Kelly bathed, her thoughts retuned to Sloan, of the wicked sensations his arousal ignited as it burned into her flesh like a branding iron. Thoughts of what she wanted him to do to her increased. Her body warmed and stretched to the slow rhythmic tide of her growing passion. Her eyes snapped open. Something is wrong. Taut muscles warmed and relaxed between her legs. Almost as if tiny, invisible hands massaged her most intimate corridor. 16
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"What did you do to this? I feel odd." She rose from the enveloping warm water and shivered. "A bit of woman magic to lessen the discomfort that comes with the first sexual experience. It will not harm you, but offer you ease when you mate with our leader. Sloan is a mighty warrior—the largest of all our men." Meara winked and wrapped a large towel around Kelly then dried her off. "You are very lucky to have such a soulmate." Kelly pushed Meara's hands away and quickly finished the task. Two women came forward from the shadows carrying a length of silvery fabric when she dropped the towel. She lifted her arms while the women tied the silky material around her breasts like a bandeau. At least she would have some sort of covering. "This is beautiful. But I'm not marrying someone I don't know or love." Meara smiled and ignored her. "Wrap this about your waist." Had the woman not heard a word I said? Kelly fluffed her hair with her fingers. She was here for the sex only. "This whole situation is nothing like I imagined." She slipped on her sandals and followed the women into a dimly lit passageway. A frigid blast of air hit her at the entryway. Her skin crawled from the contact for it was pure evil. Her arms prickled and shrank away from the invisible touch. Bile burned a trail up her throat. The priestesses surrounded her and broke into a run, pulling her along with them. 17
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She wanted to rub her arms to ward off the uncomfortable clinging presence while frosty fingertips of fear skittered up her spine. "Hurry. Tavis is near!" Sloan called from the end of the tunnel. Kelly was propelled by Meara into Sloan's arms. He carried her into the sacred standing stones and gently laid her upon the stained, worn slab. In the background, Meara murmured words in an ancient tongue. Sloan chanted low while skimming his hands over her body, "Do not be afraid. Open yourself to me and feel our hearts bond. I have spoken the words of invisibility so we cannot be seen." Her passion flared from the tone of Sloan's seductive, hypnotic voice. He removed the silky fabric that slid off her skin like the warm water from a hot spring. She should care that his skillful fingers unwrapped her like a precious gift, but she didn't. All she wanted was to feel this man inside her. The fear around her heart melted with each caress. "Do you not see that I am meant for you? I traveled across time to bring you where you belong, with me." His hands skimmed the length of her body. His hungry lips kissed a pathway down her neck. The heat from his breath and the chilly air made her shiver. "You are mine, Kelly." His tongue flicked her nipple, then he closed his lips and suckled causing a deep pull within her womb. She gasped from the erotic sensation. 18
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Sloan's hand rolled and kneaded her other breast. He moved to provide attention to her other breast. Each nip and lick made her hotter, wetter. In that instant, her heart and soul lay bare. The depth of Sloan's emotion flowed into her being creating a strong invisible cord. The binding had begun. He took her hand and brought it to his cock. It twitched when her fingers gently wrapped around the thickness and squeezed. He groaned. "I want you, my beautiful one. See what you have done." The pad of her finger traced the large head of his penis. He stilled her hand. "Stop." The word came out soft and strangled. Sloan kissed the tip of her nose then whispered a spell. An undulating breeze swirled around them, warm and sensual. It massaged her skin chasing away the dampness of the night. Sloan leaned down and kissed a trail down her stomach. The erotic feel of his hot breath made her heart pound but when he continued to her inner thighs, and stopped at her wet folds her pulse pounded loud in her ears. Her breath caught and stopped as he gently blew and parted her folds. His wicked tongue licked and sucked. Relentless in his pursuit, he continued to taste and tease her clit. Her muscles quivered and she arched as the tension escalated. She wasn't sure how much more she could stand. Desire, thick and raging consumed her until no coherent thought remained. Sloan positioned himself above her and nudged the tip of his cock at her opening. Once her body accepted him, he set 19
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a steady slow in-and-out rhythm, while he pushed farther in until he reached her maidenhead. Kelly grabbed his shoulders. "Do it, Sloan. Now." She wrapped her arms around his neck and claimed his lips. Her legs encircled his waist and she rocked her hips urging him deeper. He thrust and broke through. Her body stiffened. "Shhh, 'tis all right." He inserted his finger and massaged and rubbed the sensitized nubbin until her body relaxed. The silky hardness of Sloan and the throb of his cock was the most decadent sensation she'd ever felt. Each time his slick flesh contacted hers the coil wound tighter and lower within her belly. His magical energy tugged at hers prolonging the culmination, increasing the euphoria, bonding his spirit to hers. In the depths of her soul, a deep searing heat left its mark. The intensity made her breath catch. With one powerful movement, the tip of Sloan grazed the spot that ached the most. Her body convulsed and shattered around his throbbing cock. His hot cum shooting inside caused another climax. She drew in deep breaths and slowly unlocked her legs from his waist. "That was amazing! When can we do it again?" The gray vapor dissolved leaving her exposed. She quickly tied the fabric as before. "Hurry. We leave for Domnu's Isle. My brother cannot touch us there." Sloan lifted her from the stone to her feet. 20
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Her legs were unsteady. She clung to his arms so she wouldn't fall. "What did your brother do?" From the tone of Sloan's voice, it wasn't good. Sloan motioned for her to climb on his back. He broke into a jog and said, "Meara waits for us on a ship just beyond the grove." "Sloan, you didn't answer my question." He sighed. "Tavis thought if he had sex with a deity it would make him more powerful than me. He approached all of the Goddesses but none would have him for they could see into his black soul. Tavis let the darkness swallow him. The pantheon are discussing what to do with him for his evilness has caused a severe imbalance in the elements. I am afraid the deities will ask me to kill him." She kissed the curve of his neck. "I'm so sorry." A few minutes later, Sloan stopped and Kelly slid down his back. His ass looked so good she reached over and pinched a cheek. His expression was pleased but shocked. "Dragon's Breath! What are you about, woman?" She wanted to lighten his mood. "You're too tempting, Sloan." Kelly giggled and walked up the wooden plank to the sturdy boat. Her body sensed Sloan right behind her. He led them to a padded wooden bench then settled her in his arms and said, "When we reach the monolith, we must make love again to strengthen our bond and to fulfill the bargain my clan made with the Goddess of the Deep, Domnu." 21
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Meara moved to Sloan's side. "The ground shakes from Tavis' displeasure. I do not like this; he is not supposed to be this close to Domnu's Isle." She returned to the bow scanning the dark horizon. Kelly looked into the heavens and thought about her petition to the Goddess. The deity had answered her plea to find her true love. Who knew he would be in the past? "Why did your clan bargain with Goddess Domnu?" He kissed the top of her head. "My people live by the sea and we needed her protection from Tavis and his influence on the unsavory residents of the Celtic realm. We adhere to the sacred sexual triad. The first time the lifeblood of the clan chief's eternal mate is spilled upon the sacrificial stone, the Goddess collects the pure gift. The second time, the location is the Goddess' sacred island where we consummate beneath the Great Phallus to assure the health and fertility of our clan. The Phallus God who resides beneath the monolith absorbs the sexual juices. The last bonding is in my hut on the special bed I have made." Kelly shifted in Sloan's embrace. "This is terrific; I get to have sex beneath a giant dick." She reached up to stroke his jaw with her fingertip marveling such a man was hers. The light touch ignited her desire for him. "By the Goddess, I've never wanted sex so much in all my life. You better hurry up or I'm going to toss you on the deck and ride you right here." He laughed and brushed the hair from her eyes but the sound of Meara's feet pounding on the planks caused him to pause. 22
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"We are about to reach the shore. Your brother's presence saturates the atmosphere. I will contact the Goddess about this breach. Hurry." "May The Dagda take his villainous hide and toss it to the Hellhounds." Sloan pushed to his feet and reached for Kelly's hand. He made a fist and punched it in the air. They floated to the shoreline. "Come. The statue lies at the center of the island. Domnu protects this land and no one is allowed to walk upon this soil unless the Goddess has given permission. If Tavis has come here it would mean his death." Distracted by Sloan's magic, Kelly didn't listen closely. What he did was too fucking cool. She stood mesmerized. His voice broke her reverie. "Run, Kelly. We don't have much time." Ancient trees, thick and sturdy blurred as she tried to keep up with Sloan. A full, bright moon shone through the canopy. A salty wind tugged her hair whipping strands into her eyes. She swiped the loose tendrils with her hand and admired Sloan's ass from her position behind him. It didn't take long to reach the center of the isle. Kelly stopped beside Sloan and squealed as she came face-to-face with the icon. "That's the biggest pecker I've ever seen. You weren't lying when you said it was a giant phallus." Sloan chuckled and untied the sarong. He stood close and faced the six-foot penis. He guided her fingers to his cock. "Stroke me, Kelly. Make me burn for you." She caressed his shaft, gently squeezing, bringing him to full mast. Kelly traced her fingertips over the sensitive flesh of the head and smiled when she heard his moan of pleasure. 23
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She lowered to her knees and took him in her mouth. Her tongue swirled and licked his hard, throbbing cock. He gently pushed her away and moved close to the Fertility God. She placed her hand over his. Together they offered Sloan's life force to the God. As soon as the semen hit the stone, it evaporated with a hiss. Kelly laid her hand on Sloan's chest. "On your back; it's my turn." Sloan quickly obliged and held out his arms. She looked at him positioned between her legs. "I believe I'm going to like this position very much." "Kelly..." Sloan ground out her name. Watching his face, she lowered to her knees and only stopped to insert his rigid cock inside her. Ancient Power. It swelled with each beat of Sloan's heart beneath her fingers, strengthening the fragile bond. In slow, sensuous strokes, she rode him. Prickles of pleasure started low in her belly and tightened with every movement. Sloan groaned, wrapped his arms around Kelly and changed their positions. He gently took her wrists and held them above her head. Lithe and graceful his body undulated against hers. Delicious pressure surged to her hot, wet sex. "What have we here?" Sloan released Kelly's wrists. "Tavis! You have no business here."
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"But I do." In a swift moment, he wrenched Kelly away from Sloan. "Before I die, I will have your woman. That is my revenge on you." He tossed Kelly over his shoulder and ran. Kelly sensed Sloan's whirl of emotions from their growing connection. Fear, disgust and anger. Her mind connected with his and he said within her head, I will do all I can to protect you, but remember Tavis' evil power is not stronger than our bond. You must stay focused. She tried to answer back, He may take me physically but I belong to you, Sloan. Kelly swallowed down the burning bile that rose in her throat. Her skin crawled with revulsion from the evil emanating from him. Everything within her said not to fight Tavis. She bounced painfully on his shoulder and was glad when he finally placed her on her feet again. He stopped at a small clearing and tied her wrists together. A quick toss of the thin magical rope and he secured her to a sturdy low-lying limb letting her feet touch the ground. Sloan thrust his hands summoning his magic then lunged at Tavis. Nothing happened. Dread settled in the pit of Kelly's stomach and she whispered, "Oh, shit, this isn't good." Tavis concentrated his energy into a ball and tossed it at Sloan, knocking the warrior to the ground. She screamed and thrashed, the bond cutting into her flesh. Sloan needs me! Tavis turned and touched the material that covered her breasts. 25
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"Get your hands off me!" "Kelly, are you well?" Sloan slowly rose on unsteady legs weaved toward her. An invisible barrier stopped him inches away. He cursed and pounded on the transparent barrier. Tavis laughed. "You both will do as I command." He took Kelly's left nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. She pursed her lips and fought against the pain. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. Her body craved Sloan's touch. Tavis stopped tweaking her nipple and placed his hands on her legs. Kelly couldn't move. "You bastard! Let me go!" Tavis laughed and kneeled in front of her. Turning, he snapped his fingers releasing the barrier in front of Sloan. "Dear brother, you cannot reach your soulmate. I will now take what is yours and make it mine." Kelly swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. Tavis' evil touch made her skin crawl. Her mind reached out to Sloan. We have to do something. Can we try to combine our power against Tavis? Did she see a flicker of hope in Sloan's eyes? On the count of two, we merge. One. Two. Now! Kelly summoned the feeling that engulfed her at the Giant Phallus and reached for Sloan. The sky lit around them and the ground shook. The bindings on Kelly's wrists loosened and Sloan regained control of himself. 26
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The Goddess Domnu and Cernunnos, the Fertility God, approached and from what Kelly could see, they were pissed. Domnu made a fist and Tavis began to choke. "I gave you everything and you repay my generosity by interrupting a sacred, blessed ritual. Be gone from my sight." The deity tossed him over the ragged cliff into the dark water. Cernunnos raised his staff. "The lady must make her offering." The God transported the couple back to the phallus. He gave a slight bow, crossed his arms and faded into the monolith. Sloan kissed Kelly's face. "I'm sorry, my love." His lips captured hers and she welcomed his talented tongue inside. Her hand sought his cock feverish to finish what they had begun earlier. "Love me, Sloan. Brand me for eternity." She lay close to the base of the rock. Her hand touched the smooth surface. "Hurry, Sloan!" Everything intensified as she continued to keep her palm on the fertility stone. Sloan traced her folds with his fingertip before inserting his finger. She arched and gasped. Another digit joined in the dance. Kelly had never been so wet, or so needy. The sticky juice trickled out onto the soft earth beneath her. Sloan entered her in a powerful thrust. Her womb clenched around his thick, hot, hard erection. She would never be able to get enough of this man. Pleasure blinded her and she screamed his name. Kelly held onto Sloan as his body tensed releasing a molten stream of life. She closed her eyes and in her mind 27
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flashed a brilliant ribbon of reddish-gold light, her bond. The tendrils touched Sloan's turquoise essence. A tear slipped down her cheek. He cradled her tenderly in his arms and she gazed into his dark brown eyes. She kissed his stubble-roughened cheek. "We have to do this again? I won't be able to walk for days." "This time you will have the comfort of my bed." He lifted her up anchored his arm around her waist pulling her body against his. Sloan took a step backward resting his body against the phallus. "Cernunnos, Lord of the Animals, would you transport us? We have little time left." The stone shaft vibrated and the air swirled around them. "Hold on tight, little one," Sloan whispered against her hair. A flash of neon green light and a heavy feeling tugged on her arms. With effort, Kelly wrapped her legs around Sloan's waist praying he wouldn't lose his grip on her. The oppressive atmosphere vanished and Kelly found herself on top of Sloan once more. He rolled her onto her back. Warm fur caressed her flesh, erotic and wicked. No wonder people made love on bear rugs in front of a fire. Sloan skimmed his hands over her breasts, down her ribcage, to the concave of her belly. He leaned over and kissed just below her bellybutton. He rose and walked to a small table. "Here, this will ease your soreness." His weight dipped at her feet. Scooping the spicy paste he rubbed it on her sex and inner thighs. "This cleanses and heals." 28
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She stretched and relaxed at Sloan's tender ministrations. Soon the cord of desire wove its invisible knot. Her body arched into Sloan's touch. "Sloan, loosely bind me. I want you to erase the memory of Tavis." Will he refuse my request? "Are you sure?" She pushed down the pebble of fear lodged in her throat. "Yes." He whispered the love spell and Kelly's arms and legs spread wide ready to receive his every command. Sloan captured her dusky nipple, his teeth gently grazing then sucking. He repeated the same ministrations on her other breast. Everything Sloan did affected her physically, emotionally and now spiritually. Could it be from the soulmate bond? Sloan's voice whispered in her mind, Our joining will release the powers in both of us, so do not be afraid. He kissed, nipped and licked his way down her abdomen to her quivering folds. Kelly closed her eyes giving over to the desire Sloan created. Her last coherent thought was tying him up and having her wicked way with him. She opened her eyes as a plush softness brushed her skin. Sloan held a small pelt in his hands and a devilish gleam in his eyes. "Love me, Sloan." "Always, Kelly." He laid the fur aside, buried himself inside her, and thrust his hips faster and faster. Her chest rapidly rose and fell while the exquisite warm tightening twirled through her body. 29
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Sloan removed the magic binding and her arms clasped him close. His sweat-drenched torso rubbed against her breasts, and the unique masculine scent of Sloan covered her. Kelly arched into Sloan. She climaxed and felt him filling her as the moon started to fade from the sky. The sensual laughter of Domnu and Cernunnus flitted through Kelly's mind. Domnu whispered, You and Sloan are welcome to my isle once a year to renew yourselves. Cernunnus added, Kelly, you may rub my shaft anytime you're visiting. Sloan lifted his head. "We accept your generous invitation. And Kelly touches no man's phallus but mine."
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WHEELS ON FIRE by Susan M. Sailors Caroline did not want to go back down to the basement yet again. She'd already been three times because The Drum was full of bikers and rugby players who liked their whisky to flow freely, especially on Friday night. Nick had offered to go, but she'd rather get a little dusty than push her way through the crowd to take and deliver more orders. She preferred working behind the bar, even if it meant lugging liquor up from the basement. She wiped her hands quickly and took her apron off before going down the stairs. Halfway down, she flipped the lights on. She wished they could move that switch, as a person had to go down seven steps completely blind and then reach up over their head to get to it, but she knew they didn't have the kind of money they needed to redesign the wiring in the twohundred-year-old inn. Everything was still safe and up to code, so they couldn't be too picky. She avoided all the spider webs she'd hit earlier and made her way to the far corner to get another bottle of whisky. As she wiped the bottle off with a rag, she decided to go ahead and get another bottle of tequila, as the ladies in the corner booth were quickly downing the margaritas all the men were buying for them. 31
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She turned toward the shelves under the window and bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she said quickly as she clutched the whisky to her chest. Tips were great on Friday night, but that didn't mean she could afford to lose any of hers. "Don't worry 'bout it, luv," the man said. And that's when she really looked at him. He was about six foot three inches tall, with curly black hair that skimmed his collar. He was pale, and his eyes were bright blue. Black leather covered every inch of his body. "Who are you? Customers aren't allowed down here." He was very good-looking, and he didn't seem to be doing anything wrong, but she had no intention of getting in trouble for him. "Name's Michael. Sorry to startle you. Happens all the time," he said. But, as far as Caroline was concerned, he hadn't really answered her question. She looked away for a moment because she wasn't sure what else to say. She looked back up and started to say they should go back upstairs, but she never got the chance. Michael had vanished into thin air, quite literally. It would be impossible to miss a guy his size trying to maneuver through all the bottles and kegs. "Michael?" she said, not too loudly. In a whisper, she added, "Where did you go?" No one answered and nothing stirred. Caroline grabbed the first bottle of tequila she saw, not bothering to check if it was in fact Jose Cuervo or not, and 32
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dashed up the stairs as quickly as her need for tips would let her. **** "Are ye okay, Caroline?" Betsy asked. Caroline looked up and saw the older woman eyeing her and waiting for an answer. "I'm fine," she finally said. "Really." "I don't believe that for a minute, but ye'll tell me when ye want to." "Well," Caroline said, taking a quick peek around to make sure everyone else had cleared out. "I think I saw something odd down in the basement." "Somethin' odd? Doesn't tell me much." Betsy put down the glass she was washing and sat down next to Caroline. "I think I know what ye mean, but I'd surely like ye to tell me instead." "Wait. What do you mean you think you know?" "Luv, ye aren't the first one to see somethin' in this old place, and ye won't be the last by far. So why don't ye tell me, then I'll tell ye what I know." That sounded fair enough. "I think I saw a ghost. It was a man, a biker, but I'd never seen him on a Friday before, and I kept looking for him all night and never saw him up here. I bumped into him down there, and he said he was sorry for startling me, and then vanished." "Is that all?"
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"No. He said his name was Michael. And he said it happens all the time." She looked at Betsy pleadingly. "Do you really know what I'm talking about?" "I've never heard the name Michael before, but I saw a man dressed in leather one night. Night before Samhain, it was." Caroline tried to think. "That's Halloween, right?" "All Hallow's Eve," she said with a nod. "Yes and no. It's not quite the same here as it is in America. Here people still pay attention to such things, take them seriously." "Like believing in ghosts?" Betsy nodded. "We know the veil still parts at certain times, and we take heed." "But it's September. And he said it happens all the time. Do you think it was the same guy?" "Might have been. What did he look like?" "Very good looking. Dressed all in leather, tall, curly black hair that touched his collar. Pale with blue eyes." "Hmmm. That might have been the same one." She looked at Caroline. "You have blue eyes too. Those with blue eyes, especially women, are supposed to be able to see things the rest of us can't." "So you think I really saw something? It wasn't just my imagination?" "Yes, I think ye really saw something. And if ye plan on making your home in Ireland, ye'd best get used to it." Caroline smiled faintly. "I came here for a change. That's certainly what I'm getting. But what should I do?" 34
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Betsy shrugged and got off the stool to go back to her work. "Nothing really, luv. Just don't be surprised when you see things like that." Caroline nodded and took the dried plates back to the cabinet. "Easier said than done," she murmured. **** Nick sat down across from Caroline as she polished the flatware. "So," he began, "I hear ye had an encounter with our biker boy?" Caroline looked up at the stupid grin on his barely twentyone-year-old face. "Yeah, I made out with him. Hell of a kisser." She returned to her polishing. "Oh, come on. I'm just funnin' ye. Did ye really see him?" "You know I did, so why bother asking?" She had a good go at a spot on the knife she held so she didn't have to look up. "Because I've never seen him. It's not fair. He only appears to girls, especially pretty girls." She set down her knife and grabbed him by the chin, carefully considering his profile. "Put on a wig. You might fool him." Nick pulled away and laughed. "Ye gonna go down there again?" "The next time I have to. I'm not afraid." "Ye seemed spooked last night when you dashed back up here with those two heavy bottles." "Well, I've had time to think about it, and I'm fine now." Truth be told, she'd had time to remember how gorgeous the 35
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man had been. She felt her whole body grow hot and tried to think of something else. The last thing she needed was Nick seeing her looking flushed or embarrassed. "I'll leave ye to it then. And I'll encourage my customers to drink their fill so ye can go see yer new boyfriend as often as ye like." He smiled and hopped up, then bounded over to the bar to get his apron before they opened. Caroline gathered up all the utensils and headed for the kitchen. She needed some air or a glass of water or something. She'd actually managed to stop thinking about Michael for two seconds, and Nick had ruined it all. She didn't really blame him, as it could get pretty boring around The Drum when customers weren't there. But now she was stuck with images of herself in the arms of a leather-clad biker. She shook her head, wondering if the cook would need any help. She doubted she'd be that lucky. **** Colin tapped Caroline on the shoulder. "Did ye hear me, Caroline?" "What?" She really hadn't heard him over all the noise. They were only a few feet away from each other, but the place was packed like it hadn't been for weeks. "I'm sorry. What do you need?" "Bottle of gin. The stuff on the middle shelf." "Okay." Caroline felt so bad about not hearing Colin that she dashed down to the basement without even thinking about Michael. She was just reaching for the bottle when she 36
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felt a warm body behind her and a hand grabbed hers. The man slipped his hands around her waist. "I think if we'd made out, luv, I'd sure as hell remember," he whispered in his ear. She pulled away and turned to face him, trying to ignore both how good his body had felt and the wave of arousal his husky voice had caused. "I'm sorry. I was only angry about being teased. I'm just not used to people talking about ghosts," she said. She looked down at the floor, both embarrassed and a little scared. "What are ye gettin' so scared fer? I meant it as a compliment." He stepped closer to her. "Maybe an invitation." She finally looked up at him. "Are you really a ghost? You feel solid enough to me." She blushed even brighter and cursed herself for being so sensitive. "I'm really a ghost, luv, but I'm very solid indeed, when I want to be." His eyes ran the length of her body, and she thought he would move closer. But he frowned and stepped away. "I don't mean to scare ye." "I don't mean to be scared," she said. He smiled a little. "Maybe that's a beginnin'." He pulled the bottle of gin from its shelf and handed it to her. "Go on back to work. I'll see ye again." And then he disappeared. Caroline stared at the place he'd been just a moment before. Then she took a deep breath and walked to the stairs as steadily as she could. There was no way she wanted anybody seeing her all hot and bothered. 37
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**** But she sure as hell couldn't help feeling hot and bothered. Seeing Michael once could have been dismissed. Seeing him, and touching him, twice was a different matter. As she lay in bed, she listened to the wind blowing around the roof and through the eaves. She knew it would be hours before she'd be able to sleep. She got up and opened the window so she could feel the breeze from outside. When she looked at the trees, she did a double take. There was something large and dark next to her car. But it wasn't an animal or a person. It was much too big. As she squinted, the moon came out from behind a cloud and shone on the metal. It was a wrecked bike. That didn't make any sense. Caroline rubbed her eyes and then leaned out the window. But there was nothing under the tree. All she saw was her car, a wide space, a tree, then Colin's and Betsy's cars. There was no bike, wrecked or not, in sight. Caroline groaned and threw herself down on the bed. She was seeing things or suffering from sleep deprivation or just plain sexual repression. Anyway she thought about it, she didn't like it. She clutched her pillows and thought about kittens and puppies and all kinds of innocent things, trying to get her mind off ghosts. But that didn't work at all. Especially not when she felt hot breath on her neck. She didn't jump or scream. She calmly opened her eyes and asked, "What do you want?" 38
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Michael ran his hand down her arm. "I wanted to see ye again, almost as much as ye didn't want to see me." "I never said I didn't want to see you." "But I don't think ye're that fond of seein' me." She rolled over and looked up at him. He'd taken his jacket off, and he wore just a black t-shirt and his leather pants. "I told you. I'm not used to ghosts." "Ye're also not used to men payin' ye any attention." She narrowed her eyes. "How would you know that?" He continued to stroke her arm, and she made no move to stop him. "I can feel yer need." She suddenly remembered she was wearing nothing but an old tank top and panties. "You said you didn't want to scare me. Do you think showing up in my bed proves that?" He moved his hand and put it around her waist. "I felt ye callin' to me." "Yeah, well, I saw your bike. I couldn't help thinking about you." "Ye were thinking about me before that." He pulled her closer. "One kiss and I'll go." She shook her head, hoping he wouldn't feel her trembling. "Doesn't sound wise to me. I doubt I should be trusting ghosts, especially ones that try to seduce me." He pulled away. "I haven't even really started yet. But ye're probably right. A great many deceitful ghoulies roam this isle, especially as the season draws near." "Samhain, yes, I know. Now get out of here. I'm tired of all this talk of ghosts." 39
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He looked at her for a long time, and she felt her skin growing hot. He finally said, "Aren't ye just as tired of being alone?" That made her angry because she didn't want him to know how his words had pierced her heart. "You're dead. I saw the crashed bike outside. I don't want this." He looked hurt for a moment, but then he smiled. "Ye wouldn't get in such a passion if ye didn't." He kissed her, but he was gentle, though she'd expected him to be rough. He brought his lips to hers and barely touched them, waiting for her. She shivered at the contact and opened up to him. He let his tongue explore her mouth slowly, and then he pulled away. There was no mistaking the desire in his eyes. "Ye're worth waitin' for and ye'll be sweet as salvation when we're finally one." He disappeared. One moment she was in his arms, and the next she was alone in her bed. His kiss had actually calmed her. Instead of lying awake wracked by longing, she drifted off into a sweet, deep slumber. **** Despite her good night's sleep, Caroline knew her worries weren't over. She didn't feel quite right considering Michael a "worry," but what else was she supposed to think? I couldn't just hop into bed with a ghost, no matter how much I wanted to ... could I? She steadied her tray and knocked on Betsy's door. "Come in, Caroline," she said. 40
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Caroline opened the door, set her tray down, and closed the door behind her. "Can I ask how you knew it was me?" Betsy smiled and pulled up a chair for Caroline while she poured coffee for both of them. "Ye tried yer best not to look troubled last night, but I saw right through that. Plus, I heard ye get up and go downstairs. There's no way in hell Nick would be gettin' up this early." "So I guess I don't have to tell you that I saw him again last night?" Betsy shook her head. "'Twas obvious. To me, at least. It must have been a pretty nice encounter, judgin' by the flush on yer cheeks." Caroline sipped her coffee. "It wasn't really an encounter. Or maybe it was. That's what I want to talk to you about." She set her cup down. "Everyone around here just takes ghosts for granted, and no one seems that afraid of them. But surely he's just toying with me. Can a ghost really seduce me?" Betsy raised her eyebrows, then put another lump of sugar in her cup before pouring more coffee. "Is that what he's tryin' to do? Can he actually touch you?" Caroline blushed. "Well, yes. The first night, I bumped into him. Then last night he put his arms around my waist." She lowered her voice. "And then he showed up in my bedroom last night." "Really?" Betsy leaned forward. "And what happened?" "Nothing, technically. I told him to leave, but he did kiss me." "How was it?" Betsy asked anxiously. 41
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Caroline hesitated, but Betsy had been the closest thing she'd ever had to a mother since hers had died years ago. "It was wonderful. Better than any other I've ever had." "Well then, what's stoppin' ye?" Caroline had to admit she'd asked herself the same question. "How can I trust him? It's insane to think of having a fling, or whatever you want to call it, with a ghost. Isn't it?" "Ye have a point, dear, but I don't think that's yer primary concern. I think ye can trust him. I've seen him before, that we have established, and it seems he's been around for years. Lots of girls have seen him." She pointed her finger at Caroline for emphasis. "But he's never touched a one of 'em. I think he's lookin' for somethin', for someone." "How could he be looking for me? I'm American, and I've only lived here six months." "But ye're mother was Irish, so the blood of the land is in ye. And it's not that he's lookin' for ye so much as he's lookin' for someone special. To ease his pain perhaps." Caroline suddenly remembered what she'd seen the night before. "He died on his bike. I saw it last night." "Ye had a dream? Ye saw him die?" Caroline shook her head. "No. I saw his bike. It was outside under the big tree. He must have died here." Betsy thought for a long moment. "I can't say that I remember anything like that, but Colin might. Has he told you anythin' that might be a clue?" "He was vague. He said he felt that I needed him, and he asked me if I was tired of being alone." She shook her head. 42
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"Something like that. But that's doesn't really tell us how he died or what he might want. It can't just be that he's lonely." "Ye never know. He doesn't seem to want to cross over, as he doesn't really seem restless." Caroline sat back, but then decided to refresh her coffee. "What do you mean?" "Well, a resident ghost either causes a stir or it doesn't. If he was angry or unhappy, he'd make more of a fuss. But instead he just pops in from time to time. He wants to be here, for his own reasons." "He said it was wise of me not to trust him because of the season." Betsy nodded. "The veil is thinner, and gettin' thinner every day. This might be leadin' up to somethin'." "What do you mean?" "He might need ye as Samhain draws near." Caroline sighed. "That's what I'm afraid of. I wouldn't mind helping him, but I want to be asked. I want to be told what he needs." "It seems he needs ye, deary." "So you don't think it would be a mistake?" She wasn't sure what she wanted Betsy to say, but deep down she wanted Betsy to say yes. It still left Caroline with a decision to make, but she also knew deep down what it would be. "If ye want him, I don't see any harm in it. I know it seems risky to ye, for yer own safety as well as yer heart's, but I think ye should listen to yer heart a little more. It will tell ye what to do." She got up and went over to her chest of 43
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drawers and began rummaging around in the top drawer. "I have somethin' that will help." Caroline didn't know what to expect. An old rock, a medallion of some kind? "What is it?" "It's a candle. I used to use it when I first moved in here, before I knew if the spirits roaming around were good or bad." Caroline wasn't sure she really wanted to know, but she had to ask, "There are others?" Betsy nodded, not looking up. "Just a few. They don't bother people most of the time. They get a bit cranky in the spring when we open up to guests though." Caroline could vaguely remember a very rude tourist who left suddenly because she said a man kept waking her up in the night by pulling her pillow from under her head. She smiled, glad to know the horrid woman hadn't just been making an excuse for canceling the rest of her stay. Betsy finally pulled a dark blue candle from a small box. "Here. Take this and light it in yer room tonight. If he means ye any harm, he won't be able to come into yer room." "That does make me feel better. Thank you." "It's more to reassure ye. I think ye already know him better than ye think." Caroline nodded, even though she wasn't sure exactly what Betsy meant. She wondered when she'd see Michael again. Remembering the warmth and tenderness of his kiss, she didn't think he'd stay away for long. **** 44
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Caroline was distracted all day long, and she felt relieved when she finally went upstairs to her room. She changed into a nightgown, for once, even though she suspected she might not spend much time wearing it. It was pink and a bit frilly, but it still looked sexy in a sweet kind of way. She lit her candle, then went to wash her face. When she came out of the bathroom, Michael was sitting on her bed with his back to her. She stopped as soon as she saw him. She'd thought he would wait until she was in bed again, but as he was there, she wouldn't complain about his arrival time. He turned to look at her, and then smiled as his eyes roamed up and down her body. He stood up and pulled his jacket off, then took his shirt off. His chest was pale and hairless, but it looked rock-hard and perfectly toned. She immediately wanted to run her hands over the smooth, hard muscles. But he was quicker to act than she was. He circled around behind her, then leaned forward to kiss her cheek as his hands moved from her waist up to her breasts. He cupped them gently and took a deep breath as he buried his face in her blonde hair. "Ye're exquisite, me darlin'," he whispered. "I can't wait to give ye all the pleasure ye deserve." His fingers played across her nipples, and she pressed her body close to his. The leather of his pants was warm against her ass, and she could feel his hard cock straining at the material. 45
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She turned her head so she could look up into his eyes. "Why me?" "Because I've been waitin' for ye. I've been waitin' for someone special." He put his hand under her chin and kissed her. He began gently, but he soon let his desire take control. She turned and went into his arms, running her hands through his hair as his fingers explored her back and caressed her ass. She'd never been kissed like this before. She felt she was special, that he would never want any other woman besides her. She had never been so aroused before either. She shivered as he pressed her closer, making sure she felt how much he wanted her. He finally ended the kiss and led her over to the bed. He slipped her gown over her head quickly, then sat on the bed to look at her. Caroline looked up at the ceiling. She didn't think she was unattractive, but she didn't feel she was exactly in Michael's league either. She looked down at him when she felt his hands on her stomach. They were shaking, and he ran his fingers across her skin very gently. He looked up at her, and she could see the desire flaming in his eyes. "I told ye that ye were beautiful, Caroline. Don't ye dare be thinkin' otherwise." He pulled her closer and closed his mouth over her left nipple, sucking gently then rolling his tongue around it. She ran her fingers through his hair again, loving the silky feel of it. And she soon felt his fingers moving up and down her thigh, going higher and higher each time. 46
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She spread her legs wider so he could touch her, and again he was very gentle. He ran one finger over her clit, and she gasped. She'd never been so alive to any man's touch. He explored her wet heat and soon looked up into her eyes. He pulled her down onto the bed next to him and continued running his hands over her body. He began kissing her stomach, moving down to get on his knees beside the bed, and she felt what was coming next. Her heart began to race. No man had ever pleasured her that way, but she felt glad because she wanted Michael to be the first. She drew in a breath when she felt his tongue on her clit, moving slowly around the swollen nub. She propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch him. He seemed completely consumed by her. She almost couldn't believe this man wasn't real. But who am I to say he isn't? Ghost or not, he was giving her the kind of pleasure she'd always dreamed of. The kind of pleasure she'd been waiting for. She hadn't come to the land of her mother to get away from life in a big American city. She'd come here to find this man. He began moving his fingers in and out of her as he sucked her clit. She loved the sound of his heavy breathing, the liquid rhythm of his fingers stroking in and out, bringing her so close to release. She moaned as she felt the coil in her belly tightening, as her clit became more sensitive with each second. She throbbed and ached, ready to explode. She came suddenly, the pleasure so great it almost hurt, and the waves of pleasure coursed through her body slowly but intensely. She thrust her hips to meet his hand and his 47
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mouth. His tongue still worked her clit, and the power of the sensation drove her mad. "Michael," she gasped. "Kiss me. Please kiss me." He was on top of her in a moment, kissing her deeply. She could taste her own cream in every part of his mouth, and she moaned with delight as he rubbed his body against hers. Her breasts and pussy were tingling, and her entire body felt as if it were floating above the bed. "Ye taste like heaven, Caroline." He trailed kisses over her face. "Ye're an angel sent to save me." She held his face so she could look into his eyes. "What do you mean? I don't want to spoil this moment, but can't you tell me?" "There's not much to tell. But I know without a doubt ye're the one." He kissed her again. She didn't want to pressure him, and she did trust him, so she allowed him to distract her with his sweet tongue. When he released her, he said, "I promise to tell ye all, but not now." He smiled as he rubbed his cock against her thigh. "Ye can't just leave a man in this kind of agony." She giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist. "I think I know just how to relieve you." He slid inside her still slick opening, never taking his eyes away from hers. He moved in and out slowly as he gazed into her eyes. He filled her completely, and she moaned as another orgasm began to build. The look in his eyes was so tender yet so intense she couldn't break away from his gaze. He pumped faster, hitting just the right spot inside her, his lips skimming hers as their breath mingled. They came at 48
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almost the same time, and his lips captured hers completely as they both rode out their pleasure. As they rolled onto their sides, tangled in each other's arms, Caroline thought she noticed a few glistening wet spots below his eyes. She kissed him on both cheeks and pulled him close. Soon he slept in her arms. She held him against her all night, praying he would soon open up to her completely. **** Caroline was folding hand towels in the kitchen when Betsy came in. She looked around to make sure they were alone, then sat down next to Caroline and grabbed a few towels to fold. "I think I found out who he is," she whispered. "What do you mean?" Caroline asked. "Colin said a lad named Michael did die here about forty years ago. Crashed his bike into the stone wall that used to line the drive." "What happened?" "He always came in with this one girl, see, but then one night he was in here alone and the girl showed up with another fella. The two men got into a shouting match, and the owner told them to take it outside. Well, Michael left, but he came back about two hours later, completely sloshed. He crashed right into the stones and hit his head. Colin was just a young thing, barely older than Nick, but he remembered it clearly because he'd been outside trying to get one fella to let his wife drive him home." 49
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Caroline thought about this for a long moment, and Betsy didn't press her to say what she thought. She finally asked, "So what could it mean? How can I help him?" Betsy shrugged. "He died hurtin', that's fer sure. Maybe he luved her, maybe he didn't, but I think luv is the key." "I have to love him? Or he has to love me, to trust again?" "Seems as likely as anythin' to me. Ye have time to figure it out." Caroline was puzzled. "How do you know?" Betsy rolled her eyes, but in a loving way. "Today is October First. I think whatever has to happen will have to take place by Samhain. Ye both have to find what ye're lookin' fer." Caroline sighed. "I feel like I already have. It seems too perfect." "Nonsense. If it feels right, don't ye go questionin' it. Yer heart and yer blood will pull ye both through it all." Caroline smiled. "How do you know just what to say?" Betsy gathered up all the towels they'd folded and headed for the cupboard. "I've worked in pubs for most of me life, and raised four children. Ye don't get wisdom by gettin' old. Ye get it by livin'." Caroline had to agree with her. Betsy was the wisest person she'd ever known. She only hoped she could put that wisdom to good use with Michael. ****
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Even though Caroline was armed with very useful information, she had a hard time forcing herself to use it. The minute Michael appeared, she went straight into his arms and everything else flew right out of her head. She knew she needed to talk to him, but she didn't know how to begin. Wouldn't he know what Betsy had told me? He seemed to know everything that went on around The Drum. But he never brought it up. As the end of the month grew closer, Caroline finally told herself she had to do something. With one week to go before Samhain, she forced herself to broach the subject. Lying in Michael's arms, Caroline asked, "Can you tell me what I have to do, or will that ruin everything?" Michael looked at her, confused, "What do ye mean? Ye don't have to do anythin'." "What do I have to do for you to help you? Samhain is almost here." Michael stared out the window. "I know. I feel the power more every day." But then he smiled. "Ye've adapted to our ways pretty quickly, haven't ye?" "Michael, I have to tell you something." He shook his head. "No, ye don't. I already know ye know all about me. But that doesn't change a thing." "Why not? I don't understand what I need to do." He pulled her close for a sweet, lingering kiss. "Ye've already done it. So don't ye be worryin' about it." His hand found its way between her legs, and she moaned as he caressed her, stroking her clit in the way he knew would get her even wetter than she already was. 51
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"I don't want to lose you," she said as she put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "I'll never leave ye, luv. Never." He lay back on the bed, moving her on top of him. Caroline repositioned herself and licked the head of his cock. Then she took most of the shaft into her mouth, making him groan. She traced circles on his thigh with her fingernail as she ran her tongue up and down his cock before swirling it around the tip. "I need ye now, Caroline," Michael managed to say. "A girl has to whet her appetite," she said before taking his cock completely in her mouth, relaxing to let it move down her throat a bit. Michael thrust up into her mouth, but then he said, "There'll be time for that later. Now I need you." Caroline had to admit she was surprised, but she certainly wasn't going to deny him. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?" She straddled him and began slowly moving down onto his cock. When she'd taken all of his cock, he put his hands on her hips and began to thrust. "And I'm savin' the very best for last." She didn't have time to think about what he meant. He felt so right inside her, so good. He knew her body so well by now that he thrusted just the way she liked, and hit those spots which would make her come first, and find them again when he finally found his release. Her first orgasm pulsed upward through her entire body. She ran her hands over her breasts, 52
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looking down at him and licking her lips. He quit thrusting and let her ride him, devouring her with his eyes. As the last waves of pleasure rippled away, she pulled him up to her, wrapping her legs around his back. His cock went deeper inside her. "Mmmm," she purred. "That's quite a talent you have." He pulled her close against his chest and kissed her cheek. "I luv watchin' ye come apart in me arms. It's so beautiful." She smiled and nibbled on his lower lip. "Then do it again." "With pleasure," he whispered. He rolled them over, with his cock still buried inside her, and began to move in and out of her slowly, coming almost all the way out and then going back in as deep as he could. Caroline closed her eyes and sighed, feeling him penetrate her heart and her soul as he thrust into her body and brought them both to trembling release. **** Caroline had a hard time focusing on her work, even though the crowd was milder. Samhain night had finally come, but she still had no idea what would happen. She trusted Michael, but she didn't like being kept in the dark about his fate. She was chatting with a girl from the village, hearing all about her new baby, when Betsy tapped her on the shoulder. Betsy normally stayed in the kitchen all night, so her appearance made Caroline apprehensive. "What is it?" Caroline asked. 53
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Betsy looked both surprised and excited. "Colin said a young man was here lookin' fer ye. He's over at the corner table 'round the other side of the bar. I think ye should take a peek before ye go over." Caroline excused herself and moved toward the bar with Betsy right behind her. They peered around the corner and saw a young man dressed all in leather drinking a pint of Guinness. She gasped. "It's Michael! You can see him? Colin saw him?" Betsy nodded. "And seems to me everyone can see him, seein' as how they aren't screaming about a floatin' pint of beer." Michael looked up at her and their eyes locked. He smiled and stood up. "He's coming over here! What's happening, Betsy?" She shook her head slowly as Michael came toward them. "I don't know. But I think all yer worries are about to be over." Caroline took a deep breath and turned to face Michael. "How's me best girl, then?" he asked. He acted as if there was nothing odd about him approaching her when they weren't alone or everyone else being able to see him. "A bit surprised," she admitted. "I told ye I was savin' the best for last." Michael said something to Colin, then clapped his hands three times. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" Everyone stopped and stared at the newcomer standing next to Caroline, who felt her face going bright red. 54
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"Most of ye don't know me, but I've been courtin' this lovely lady here. And now I have somethin' I'd like to ask her." Caroline's eyes went wide. She searched the crowd, but no one else seemed to think this was that odd of an occurrence. Except for Nick. His mouth was hanging open, and he looked as amazed as Caroline felt. Michael knelt down on one knee and took Caroline's hand. "Caroline, I luv ye with all my heart and soul. Ye've been me salvation, because ye taught me how to luv and ye healed me broken heart. Ye've brought me back to life, ye truly have, so please make me the happiest man alive and say ye'll be me bride." To everyone else in the pub, this speech was sweet and touching, but nothing more. To Caroline, it explained everything. A smile spread across her face as she tried not to burst into tears. "Yes! Of course I'll marry you!" Then she laughed. "You should have asked sooner." Michael swept her up into his arms as the entire pub started to cheer. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell ye sooner, but I had to do it tonight." "Is this real? Are you really..." She couldn't finish the sentence. "Yes, I'm really alive. I foolishly lost my life because I only knew anger. I'd never really known luv, and that is what I had to learn." He kissed her and set her back down on the floor before sliding an emerald ring onto her finger. "Ye were a wonderful teacher." 55
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Caroline turned to look at everyone, then hugged Betsy, who was standing a few feet away looking ready to burst. "I'm so happy fer ye, Caroline. I knew there was a reason fer ye comin' here. Ye'll be so happy, luv," she said, kissing her on both cheeks. "I'm so glad you were here for me, Betsy. You have to be in the wedding." Betsy made a dismissive gesture and pushed her back toward Michael. "We'll worry 'bout that stuff later. Go back to yer man and enjoy yer night." Caroline noticed Nick's mouth was still hanging open. "You okay, Nick?" she asked as Michael nestled himself behind her and pulled her close. Nick nodded several times. "Wonderful. I'm just dandy." Caroline laughed and turned to face Michael as her heart thanked the powers that had brought them together and given them both a chance to discover the meaning of true love.
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS Tambra Kendall teaches online creative writing classes and speaks to local writing groups on the craft of writing. She's a member of Romance Writers of America and the Houston Bay Area RWA chapter. Susan M. Sailors lives in Knoxville and works as a freelance editor. Her works of horror, fantasy, and romance have been published in over three dozen magazines and webzines. More of her work can be found in the coming months from Whiskey Creek Press.
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