You Are Never In Danger In My Arms
***Intended For Adult Audiences***
This is a novelette of about 11,000 words that is Part 3 of 8 in a Paranormal BDSM erotica romance series.
Julia is tired of living in Alexi’s childhood cottage, and he promises to take her for a week of fun in the sun. They play on the beaches of the Crimean Peninsula, while staying in a five-star luxury resort and spa. The spa vacation pampering is just what Julia needed, but Alexi surprises her by sending a concierge with a unlimited credit card and a car to go shopping at the designer boutiques in an upscale part of town.
Julia’s shopping spree gets her a whole new wardrobe and a taste for shopping and luxury she never knew she had. The undercover rebel girl, only ever submitted to her mother’s primping and prodding when completely necessary.
She walks away from her shopping trip ready to look the part of a sophisticated Ukrainian woman– a style which is a far cry from her Seattle college girl, nondescript hipster look.
The next day, Julia and Alexi tour the majestic castles and fortresses that dot the Crimean shore. West coast girl, Julia is stunned by the sight of the ancient monuments and feels silly and giddy under Alexi’s otherworldly gaze.
He tells her he is taking her to his friend Victor’s house for supper. Little does she know, his friend lives in a Gothic mansion! The group assembled are chic, sexy socialites with a dark surprise for Julia. After dinner, the party really gets started when Julia finds out what Alexi really is.
The party engages in pleasures Julia never dreamed possible and she awakens several days later to find a new power flowing through her veins. That’s when she finds out Victor has grown a bit of a crush on her– along with a few other people from the party. He and Alexi show her how to use her new powers, but in the end, it is Alexi who has her heart.
Excerpt from Entranced
When I reached the bottom of the staircase, all I saw was a lit candle. Beyond it was a dark tunnel that smelled damp and foreboding. I shined my flashlight down the tunnel. It had a curved stone ceiling, and I could hear the sound of water dripping in the distance. It looked ancient, older than the rest of the house even. I stepped into the stone tunnel, my heels clicking with each step. I was covered in darkness except the light from my flashlight and the fading light from the candle behind me. The tunnel curved and began to slope gently downward. I stepped forward, and my heel caught in a crevice sending me down on my hands and knees.
“Crap,” I whispered, as if I was a thief in the night.
I stood up and looked at my knees. One of them was scratched and trickled with blood as did my palms. I pressed my hands together and clenched my eyelids closed. My poor hands were already a mess from the hours of yard work I’d done all last week. Now they were badly scraped and bleeding. I pulled my shoe out of the stone and moved forward. It seemed logical to me that they were hiding down here— the open hidden door, the lit candle. But why? What was this game all about?
At the end of the tunnel was a closed metal door. It looked like a belonged to a fallout shelter or underground bunker. I gripped the handle and pulled it slowly open. Inside the room was dark and smelled of candle wax. I flashed my light across the wide expanse and saw a painted black floor with a strange alter in the center. I didn’t feel alone.