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|  | | Gore Orphanage Road
Perfect for that special teen in your life. Especially one who loves to be scared within an inch of their life.
p style="text-indent: 0.25in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="Default">font face="Book Antiqua">span style="font-size: 11.5pt">I turned the corner into the bath and stopped in my tracks. The semi-transparent shower curtain encircled the deep tub and the water ran long and hot. The door wide open, I saw what appeared to be the shape of an old person soaping them self up. /span>span style="color: windowtext; font-size: 11.5pt">When I say old, I mean like an ancient, troll-like physique standing in our shower. No more than five feet tall, it possessed skinny arms and legs, was bald and had long | |  | | Haunted Vows
Get lost in a world where complete strangers meet by chance and feel the manipulation of the long dead working to unite them for reasons beyond their comprehension or ability to understand the strength of eternal love.
Spoiled Jaylyn Withers reluctantly relocates with her fiancé to a falling down antebellum mansion on the outskirts of a small Virginia town. Unfortunately he leaves her for his new boss's daughter and informs her to do whatever she wants with the house and land.
She meets Eli Jacobs, a down on his luck farmer, who grew up in the area and loves the old home and surrounding farm. Instead of selling the property, she agrees to hire Eli and together they work to get the place back to its former glory.
When Hubert finds out a corporation is willing to pay whatever it takes to secure the land the house is on, he reneges and does everything in his power to thwart their efforts and make their lives miserable.
Will Jaylyn and Eli overcome their opposite lifestyles and fall in love, or will she return to her life of luxury with handsome, but self-important Hubert? Come along and find out.
Excerpt:
Jaylyn wore one of Eli's old t-shirts, cut off just under her breasts. The stretched neck slid over her now tan shoulder and her hair, pulled back in a ponytail at the neck, came loose, strands of her blonde hair sticking to her neck and cheeks. Her cut off jean shorts showed off the bottoms of her firm cheeks and she wore no panties or bra in the heat. He sported only a pair of frayed, cutoff jeans himself and she couldn't concentrate on the task at hand, he looked so good.
"Damn!" Pulling her hand away from the newly boil jars, she sucked on her finger. "These puppies are hot." His non-response confused her, so she turned to see why he didn't answer. When she did, the look of the hungry tiger radiated from his eyes once again. His bare chest and arms glinting with sweat, rugged, masculine, her gaze traveled to his hair, strewn about wildly in the heat. His legs, his bare feet, every inch of him oozed sensuousness, manly perfection.
A cool breeze, out of nowhere, came by and her breasts, flat in the heat, rose, showing through the fabric of the thin t-shirt she wore. Mental telepathy played a part in her removing her shirt and after she did, her bare breasts, small, but firm showed off her perfect pink nipples. He licked his lips and she unbuttoned her shorts, pulling the zipper down slowly. They fell to the floor and she removed one leg and then the other. Another breeze, this one stronger, came through the window and whipped her hair around her shoulders and the once light kitchen darkened and she glanced outside.
"I think a storm's heading in," she said softly.
"In more ways than one!" He crossed the kitchen as a flash of lightning struck off in the distance and the boom of thunder it produced banked off the walls. He lifted her into his arms and kicking open the back door with his foot, he brought her into the yard and walked far back into a clearing, laying her down roughly.
Pulling off his shorts, he lay on top of her, their sweaty bodies sticking to one another, hot and steamy. Their mouths instinctively found each other and their tongues, wild in love and excitement went crazy. The rain off in the distance, she smelled it, as it made its way closer. The first heavy drops on her boiling skin, so heavenly, she moaned in glory, metamorphosed into a driving deluge, beating against their bare bodies.He played with one of her nipples, before bringing his warm mouth down on the other, biting and nipping at it tenderly. His hand went down and found her welcoming, warm and poised for passion. The rain beat down in torrents, hard and unrelenting, adding to the intensity of their lovemaking. His thick mane of dark blond hair, plastered down now, gave off the smell of soap and she grabbed at it, pulling firmly. Entering her, she squirmed and moaned, thrashing roughly, incoherent, lost in time. His slow rhythm instinctively drew her hands to his behind and she pushed, telling him to move faster, harder. Taking her subtle hint, he did just that, while their mouths attacked each other greedily.
A thunderous boom hit directly overhead and in the pounding rain, with the feel of electricity on her skin, she climaxed into another realm and screamed his name over and over again. He pulled her up into his lap, came to his end also and moaned long and hard. He shuddered and went limp, his vice-like grip around her little frame, slackening off.
The rain eased into a faint drizzle and they lay in each other's arms. Trembling, yet secure in the knowledge of each other's strong love, they kissed, as a peek of sun shone through the gray, lead laden skies.
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How many times have the carts run through the funhouse at Conniesyaught Park? After one hundred years, Nick and May Baldwin and their four children figure plenty. It’s what’s inside the funhouse, however, that won’t let them rest at night and keeps them looking over their shoulders during the day. After sitting abandoned and forlorn for over thirty years, they bought the old park and hotel on the lake with the good intentions of refurbishing it. Unfortunately, not everything or everyone in life wants to be restored and the family finds out the hard way when ghosts of the past make their presence known to the future, in an ominous and uninviting manner.
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One night and one stupid mistake turned the life of suburban housewife and mother Tilley Jenkins into a prison of paranoia and fear. Dancing and drinking on a rare girl’s night out, feeling young and sexy, she flirts with a man she met briefly. Before she knows it, she’s had too much to drink and no way home.
She wakes in the morning in bed with him, the first man she’s slept with, besides her husband, in twenty-five years. Her guilt spirals her down the pathway of depression and alcoholism while her spirited and popular daughter rebels and falls into the hands of neighbors involved in a powerful and outlandish cult. Tilley gets the shock of her life when she encounters the cult members and their strange beliefs as she fights to regain the trust and love of her daughter and her own self-esteem in the process.
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| |  | | Those Who Wait
The wood handle of the knife brought the reality of the situation to her and she stared at it. Its sharp combat-like appeal comforted her when she turned back toward the couch. She knew she’d have no qualms defending herself if she had to. Seated, she rubbed the spot in between her eyes where a sharp pain thumped. Her head felt woozy and heavy.
A hard knock came from the front door.
“Jackson, is that you?” Her voice, made weak with fear, was barely audible.
The knob turned from the outside. “Jackson, is that you?” she yelled out, frantically. A heavy pound, like someone with his fist curled in fury hit the door. “Who are you? What do you want?” Simone held the knife tight in her hand.
“Help me!” the voice on the other side groaned.
“No! I can’t help you! Go away! Go somewhere else!” Simone cried. “Leave me alone! Do you hear me? Leave me alone!” She turned and the tortured features of the man again peered hopelessly in the window. Contorted with grief and agony, he screamed hysterically at Simone.
“Give it back!” His voice garbled, as if filled with dirt.
“Go Away!” she screamed.
The door handle turned violently. Whoever wanted in the cottage knocked and pounded with a savage fury, brutal in its tenacity. Her hands over her ears, she stood and begged,
“Stop it! Stop it!” Her head swung around and the face vanished. The moaning, however, got louder. Voices, hundreds of them, cried out. The wind carried the tormented whimpers around the cottage and she feared for her sanity. She dropped the knife and got on her knees and sobbed uncontrollably. She let out one last cry, “Jackson!” before she fainted away.
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