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Rory's Regret

My first novella, Rory's Regret, sold to Ellora's Cave. It is a paranormal erotic romance with elements of suspense. I hope you enjoy the blurb and excerpt. To buy the book click here.

Blurb  

Halloween. A day for tricks or treats and hauntings. For Dorian and Rory, it is a day to experience love and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. They long for each other, waiting for the one day of the year they can touch each other.

There is only one way that they can be together forever. Until then, they must repeat the day they died until a mortal sees them and helps them to the other side.

This Halloween a psychic reveals past horrors and Dorian is seen by a local girl. Rory, still unseen by a mortal, is filled with regret. Cruel events could cause her to be left behind while Dorian moves into the light. Is she destined to spend eternity alone?

An Excerpt From: RORY’S REGRET

Copyright © EVA ST. CROIX, 2007

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Push, Dorian,” Rory’s voice rasped as her grip tightened.

Their ragged breathing echoed in the small room. Dorian loved the sound of her panting. With the body of an athlete, Rory’s muscles flexed each time she moved.

“Just a little more, I’m almost there,” she said through clenched teeth.

Dorian pressed forward, tensing his body as he moved. He wanted nothing more than to take her over the edge. He watched as she dropped her head backward. Jet black hair cascaded down her shoulders. A shimmering gleam of sweat covered her face and neck. Her full lips separated and she flicked her tongue out to wet them. He pushed again and Rory moaned softly. His heart slammed against his chest. Heat scorched to his groin. She was killing him.

“My god, you’re strong,” she panted.

“Let’s get this in position. Lift your end up.”

“I’ve got to turn around.”

“Umm-hm.” Thoughts of caressing her smooth ass while he thrust into her sent his body into overdrive.

“Are you ready?”

“Oh yeah, baby. I’m always ready for you.”

Rory groaned and shoved her palms against the flat back of the heavy wooden sarcophagus with all her might. A screech echoed around them as the coffin scraped into place. “Damn, that’s heavy.”

Dorian held on to the base of the golden replica of an ancient king as it rocked into place. He shifted the weight, sliding it from side to side until it was positioned flat against the wall. When the sarcophagus was in the right spot he leaned against it to rest for a minute.

Rory stood beside him, panting. His gaze lingered on the soft motion of her heaving chest as she tried to catch her breath. He needed to touch her, to feel her moist skin against his. But he couldn’t. Not yet. He appraised the room to determine what else they needed to do.

It was an empty bedroom converted to a replica of an Egyptian tomb. An ornate chest, cabinet and a folding stool covered one wall. A small offering table, traditionally used to give food to the deceased in the family, was in the corner and candle torches were positioned along the walls.

Dorian’s favorite piece was the slanted bed with footboard and ornately carved legs in the shape of a lion’s leg and paw. It was wide with wooden slats covered by a plush queen-sized, mattress-like cushion stuffed with goose down. Linen sheets finished off the authentic appearance of an ancient Egyptian bed. Every time he saw it he remembered the first time he’d made love to Rory there. He’d had to get creative and put blocks underneath the shorter legs to make the bed flat but the footboard still got in the way. They’d had quite a few laughs about that over the years.

Gazing at the bed now, he remembered how Rory looked that day. The creamy silkiness of her large breasts, the way she spread her legs wide and the inviting look of desire as she’d pulled him down on top of her. She’d molded against his body as if they’d been made to fit together. His cock throbbed as he remembered the feel of her softness lying naked across him. It was the first time Rory said she loved him and he hadn’t been the same since.

Later tonight they’d light the torch candles. The flickering glow would cast eerie shadows to complete the ghostly look that no haunted house should be without. Then Rory would pose in the chair wearing that sexy Cleopatra outfit. Just thinking how the little white top with gold banding clung to her firm breasts and the way that short butt flap showed off her bare hips and long legs made his cock grow harder.

Then he would step out of the tomb, dressed like a mummy, without any skin showing, a complete opposite to Rory’s sexiness, which was a good thing. It hid his constant erection as he watched her strike sexy poses, dressed like the Queen of Egypt. Then she’d scream and run at the patrons to scare them.

Year after year they played the same role of actors setting up the House of Terror, Lighthouse Inlet’s most famous haunted house, held in his family’s second home. Adult Floridians from as far north as St. Augustine down to the Palm Beaches would drive a couple of hours to experience their sexy haunted house. It had been one of his father’s most brilliant ideas and brought in a lot of money during the two weeks it was open each year.

But that was then.

Now it didn’t make any money at all.

Tonight, just like every Halloween for the past twenty years, there wouldn’t be any visitors to the haunted house.

It was a prison. A twisted, ugly monster that had somehow trapped them within its clutches.