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Sleepwalker
Tanith
Davenport
Genre:
Paranormal erotic romance
Publisher: Total-e-Bound
ISBN:
978-1-78184-815-9
ASIN:
Number of
pages: 36
Word Count:
14,000
Cover Artist:
Posh Gosh
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Trailer: http://youtu.be/yTBATkCiyVc
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Description:
Tally Haslam
has too much to deal with. A herbalist and aromatherapist, her latest creation
- an aphrodisiac potion - remains in unsaleable condition as she has nobody to
test it with. And, much to her annoyance, she sleepwalks.
Hoping to
get away from it all for a weekend, Tally travels to nearby Madigan Hall for
their yearly Paranormal Evening—but on the first night she wakes up outside the
bedroom of another guest: Kyle Hunter, who has chosen to pleasure himself with
the door open. Tally escapes without being seen, but is unable to get Kyle out
of her head—especially when she finds herself at the same table at him the
following evening.
However,
Tally's world is turned upside down when, at the paranormal dinner, she
encounters the ghost of the Blue Lady, who seems determined not to leave her
alone—and shows a disturbing penchant, when Tally sleepwalks again, for leading
her astray…
As soon as she
opened her eyes, she knew it had happened again.
The hallway
was dark, the only light source a moonbeam that fell through a nearby window.
She felt carpet beneath her bare feet, her silk nightgown brushing against her
ankles. The air was still, cool, and silent. The building was asleep.
Damn it. She
knew this had been a bad idea.
A soft sound
behind her made her spin round, her dark hair slapping against her shoulders. A
crack of light glowed at the end of the corridor—a door had fallen ajar. She
could hear something from within, quiet noises that sparked a memory at the
back of her mind.
Tally turned
on the spot and looked around her. The place was familiar, and she bit her lip
in frustration. Her room was near here, but there was no avoiding it—she would
have to pass the open door.
A metal object
knocked against her ankle as she moved, and relief flooded through her. At
least she still had her room key. As quietly as possible she made her way down
the corridor, pressing close to the opposite wall as the open door drew nearer.
What is that
noise? Is that...?
The urge to
glance through the doorway was irresistible as she passed. A figure was
visible, and she paused—
And froze.
The first
thing she saw on the bed were a pair of feet, splayed to reveal tanned legs
leading up to a muscular, naked male body. Dark hair spread on the pillow and,
lower, drew a happy trail from a defined chest down, down, down to the hollow
of his groin, from which rose a solid erection wrapped in one firm hand. His
face was barely visible, but what she could see was twisted in a rictus of
pleasure as his hand glided up and down, up and down, up and -
Oh God!
Tally knew she
should go, but her body remained inextricably pressed against the wall, her gaze
fixed on the vision in front of her. She tightened her fingers in the folds of
her nightgown, breathless, conscious of the heat growing in her gut and the
wetness slowly building in her centre.
The gasps from
the room gradually became deep, masculine moans. She could see the muscles in
his thighs flexing, see the heavy mass of his balls tightening. He was close,
very close, and warmth bloomed within her as she watched, all thought gone from
her mind except the sight of his pleasure, the rounded curves of his arse, the
jerking of his hips as his hand moved faster, faster—
Then he
groaned, spasmed, and spurted his release high, droplets spattering his chest.
Tally closed her eyes in sympathy, struggling to control her breathing.
If she left
now, he might not hear her. She turned and bolted down the corridor, running on
her tiptoes, hastily scanning the darkened space for the turning that led to
her own room.
This could not
happen again.
About the
Author:
Tanith
Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic
Novelists' Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel "The Hand He
Dealt" was released by Total-e-Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for
the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.
Tanith has
had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She
loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United
States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith's
idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.
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