The first novel in The Mystic Museum Series is now available for purchase. The story is called Howling at the Moon. First let me fill you in on the premise of The Mystic Museum Series.
Minerva’s Mystic Museum is located in New York City. Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives.
Howling at the Moon is fast paced, a lot happens in the 21,500, or so words. A lot of it is sex. After all, there are three men (wolf shape shifters) that our heroine will meet. The following is the story classification, blurb and excerpts.
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, shape-shifters, light spanking, HEA]
Blurb
Carolyn, lonely and heartbroken after being dumped by yet another boyfriend who told her she needs to loosen up in bed, escapes her empty apartment. On the night of a full moon she visits Minerva’s Mystic Museum.
Minerva recognizes her pain and provides her with the opportunity to change her life. The full moon has chosen Carolyn as a mystic walker.
Carolyn’s dormant sexuality is awakened by three handsome shape-shifters. Jacob, caring and nurturing, lures her into his world. Milo, impetuous and rough, awakens unknown desire. Sven, cold and reserved, tests her mettle. Will she choose to walk on the wild side with the wolf pack and become their female? Will she be able to convince Sven that she is worthy and should be given the opportunity to join the pack? Will Sven’s fear of losing another mate destroy the future of the pack? Or will Carolyn choose to return to the normal life she’d come to see as her due?
Story Excerpt
Carolyn walked up the steps to the museum. People brushed by her. Some bumped her shoulder. She’d left her apartment to avoid being alone. She’d walked without a destination, walking just to walk. Her mind still reeled after being dumped by yet another boyfriend. A month had passed, and Randy’s cruel words still rang in her head. “Loosen up, Carolyn. Christ, do you even like sex? Making love to you is frustrating. It’s emasculating. How can I feel like a man if I can’t make you feel like a woman?” He’d left her that night. He’d gathered his things and walked out of her life.
Randy wasn’t the first man that had called her frigid. She was afraid he wouldn’t be the last. She liked sex well enough. A man wouldn’t respect her if she acted on the primal urges she sometimes felt. A normal woman didn’t feel the hunger she experienced. It took all her control to keep it at bay, so she appeared cold and lifeless.
She was a nurse in the ER room. She’d seen too much of what uncontrolled urges and emotions could do. Gunshot wounds, stab wounds, concussions from a bashed in scull. Uncontrolled urges caused trouble.
She pulled the imitation fur collar of her coat tighter around her throat. She raised her chin and tilted her neck so she could look at the sign above the door. Minerva’s Mystic Museum, it proclaimed. I’ve never noticed this was a museum. It’s as good a place as any.
The room she entered was quite large, but the subtle lighting made it feel much smaller and intimate. Pictures hung on some of the walls. Beautiful murals were painted on others. Seating was provided here and there for the patron’s viewing ease. A musky yet relaxing aroma permeated the air, strong but not overpowering. Soft music and sometimes chimes filled the space with a comfortable, warm vibration.
Her body began to release tension she hadn’t known she held. She felt very tired. She sat on a bench in front of a mural. The weight of her troubles filled her heart.
She was alone in this world. Work had become all she had. She worked so many hours she was always exhausted. The ER life was taking its toll on her. She was ready for a change. She needed something a little less stressful. In a moment of desperation she’d made a decision to change her life. She’d given her notice at work. Today had been her last day.
She’d just focused on the mural in front of her when a woman stepped into her line of vision. The woman was tall with long black hair. Carolyn glanced up at the woman.
“I am Minerva, curator of this museum.” Her slim hands were clasped in front of her. “May I sit down?” she asked motioning to the bench.
Carolyn moved over. “Yes, please do.”
Minerva gracefully lowered herself onto the seat beside her. Carolyn’s attention returned to the mural..
“It’s called Howling at the Moon. It’s one of my favorites,” Minerva said.
“He seems so lonely,” Carolyn said. Her gaze fixed on the mural.
“Yes, he does.” Minerva looked at Carolyn intently.
“I know how he feels,” Carolyn sighed. She fought back the tears that threatened to unleash themselves.
“I believe you do.” Minerva put her hand on Carolyn’s shoulder.
Carolyn looked into Minerva’s eyes. Those dark orbs searched her soul. She couldn’t look away. It was as if Minerva was looking for something buried deep inside of her. After what seemed an eternity, Minerva smiled and stood.
“You have the power to change your loneliness.” Minerva placed her hand on Carolyn’s heart. “Trust what you feel in here. Your love, in all its manifestations, is a good thing. Safe journey. May the goddess grant your hearts true desire.”
Minerva moved away and she returned her attention to the mural before her. The scene it depicted tore at her heart.
The full moon hung in a cloudless starry night sky. The moonlight bathed the landscape in a silvery glow. The artist must have been sitting on a rise or a hill on this side of the valley depicted in the work of art before her. A wolf sat howling at the moon from its place on the mountain ledge. Trees blanketed the mountain. The mountain rolled down and changed into the low hills of the valley where the trees thinned. The valley changed into a meadow covering the lower portion of the mural.
The artist created the impression of the distance between the mountain tree line and the meadow. She watched the wolf turn its head. She felt as if it was looking at her. She held her breath, mesmerized by the sight. Her heart began to pound. Blood rushed through her body. She could feel each pulse of her heart. She felt a connection with that wild beast beyond anything she’d ever experienced. The wolf turned and disappeared from the scene in front of her. She released her breath. Her heart cried out, mourning his loss. She slowly searched the landscape. Her nostrils flared, she could almost smell the night air, could almost smell him. Where had the wolf gone? Was he as lonely as the mural depicted him to be? A moment later the wolf appeared at the tree line in the valley.
She watched the beautiful beast leave the dark safety of the Evergreen trees. Its body grew larger with each step. It was huge, and it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Fifty yards from her, near the murals edge, she watched it morph from a wolf into a man. The man stood there as naked as the day he was born. His muscled body bathed in moonlight. His golden eyes bore into her soul. He stretched out his arm and opened his hand. “Come,” he said.
Adult Excerpt - Warning Adult Language
Jacob howled his agony to the moon goddess. Where was his mate? He, Sven and Milo needed their woman. Their female would bind them together so they could create their own pack. She would unite their souls. The three of them weren’t brothers in blood, but they were brothers of the heart, and had sworn to do their best to create a pack of their own.
Where was she? The answer prickled the hairs on his neck. He turned his head and saw her. She was a strange vision, but he was compelled to go to her.
Jacob left the high peak to search for her. In the space of a heartbeat he was at the valley floor. Concealed by the darkness of the trees he watched her. She sat there. Worry and stress were etched on her face. She had the look of a woman whose heart had been gravely injured. Her large blue eyes searched for something. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a most unbecoming manner, and yet, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
He moved from the cover of the trees. Jacob knew his life was about to change forever. Using a ground-eating lope he rushed toward her. Mere moments later he’d traveled as far as he could. It was up to her now. Jacob shifted into his human form.
“Come,” he said.
Carolyn rose as if in a trance. She left her coat and purse behind. She walked toward his outstretched hand. She placed her hand in his. The universe shifted.
Her hand was chilled. Jacob could feel her trembling. She wore sneakers, jeans, and a sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was printed with the face of a wolf that could very easily have been his own when in that form. He smiled at the thought. Her eyes fastened onto his lips. His cock began to rise. She chewed on her bottom lip. Her brows pulled together. Her free hand traced his pectoral muscles, and they twitched in response. She looked at her hand. Amazement filled those blue eyes. A moment later those eyes were ablaze as her desire for him manifested itself.
The woman leaned into him and breathed in his scent…a long intake of her breath. Her warm breath fanned his chest as she exhaled. She began to pant. She was the one. He was sure of it. He felt connected to her in a way he’d never experienced before. They would mate, and she would be his forever. Her fingers became warm as they explored and heated his skin. His blood began to soar as she worked her magic on him. Her touch ignited his desire. His engorged and throbbing cock already ached for her. He stood still as stone. He enjoyed watching her.
Her eyes roamed his body, and Carolyn licked her lips. She leaned into him and reached for his face. After a slight hesitation, the space of a breath, she pulled his lips to hers and gently kissed him. Shyly and tentatively, she increased the pressure. Her body leaned fully against his. She moaned and opened her lips. Her tongue sought his. Her hips pressed into his groin. Jacob cupped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her closer to him. His tongue met hers, and a fiery lust ignited between them.
Jacob slid his hands under her sweatshirt and pulled it up. She released his lips as he pulled the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it to the ground. Her chest heaved with her frenzied breath. She sought out his lips again. Jacob slid his hands into her jeans and squeezed her ass. He wanted her naked so he could look at her. He broke the kiss. Looking into her eyes he saw her raging desire for him, lust such as he’d never known. Licking his lips he held that gaze as he unzipped her jeans. After a momentary pause he lowered them over her hips and let them fall to the ground. The sight of her lacy pink bra and panties made his cock dance.
Jacob growled as he reached for her breasts. Those perfect mounds of lace-covered flesh filled his hands as he squeezed them. Carolyn moved her hands behind her back and released the hook of her bra. The bra opened. He agreed the material was in the way. He slid the thin straps over her shoulders his palms grazing her soft skin. The frilly garment fell to the ground. Her panties stood in the way. Without hesitation he reached for them and tugged them over her hips and past her ass. She wiggled, and they slid the rest of the way down her legs. Immediately she stepped out of them. She stood there in her naked glory. Moonlight bathed her skin. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored and excited breaths. She was panting and hot for him. He lifted his face to the moon and howled.
Jacob’s hands itched to touch her. He wanted to suck and lick her all over. Those cravings filled his mind as he moved to take her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his. She lifted one leg around his hip. He moved the tip of his cock to play with her warm opening. The head of his cock teased her clit making her whimper and him groan. Her warm juices coated him, and the smell of her sex made him growl. She pressed her pelvis into him at an ever-increasing rate.
First chapter Excerpt
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The Premise of the Mystic Museum Series
Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny.
Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives.
Each book in the series is vastly different from the others. The 1st book called Howling at the Moon is a ménage evolving shape shifting wolves. The 2nd is called Dulce Isle. Dulce Isle explores a newly widowed man’s changing sexual inclinations, also a ménage.
The 3rd novel, just released, is called Unleashing the Woman Within, and contains BDSM (with a warning that it contains forced seduction).
Blurb
Rowena Milestone, corporate executive, has an accomplished career. Yet one thing eludes her. Try as she might she can’t seem to have an orgasm even though she likes sex. Her position in the corporate man’s world tends to intimidate her dates. They perform well enough in bed, but they just don’t push her over the edge, until she meets Stephen.
Stephen Sloan has a secret. He belongs to a very special, no holds barred, anything goes sex club. He never thought he’d meet anyone like Rowena there, so he wanted to believe her outrageous story that she didn’t know how she’d gotten there. When she disappeared without a trace he knew she’d been telling the truth. Now armed with three pieces of information he is determined to find her.
Rowena was devastated when the curator of the museum couldn’t help. Minerva had said, "If the universe is willing, he will come to you." Fat chance she has of that happening.
Note: This book contains forced seduction.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Story Excerpt:
Rowena hailed a cab, her impeccable red manicure flashing as her hand waved at the passing vehicles. She looked every inch the corporate executive that she was. Her black hair was cut in a precise bob, feminine, but it could not be considered sexy. It was functional and suited her busy lifestyle. Her expensive tailored suit fit her perfectly. Her heels were a bit more stiletto then they should be, but she liked her shoes. They enabled her to express her feminine side.
She could by no means be considered beautiful. Her strong features were feminine enough when she let go of her business demeanor. That business demeanor was what got her to the top. She was a formidable foe.
Her competitive spirit is what made her love butting heads with the men that controlled her corporate world. She was good at her job, and she loved to prove it. Unfortunately that left very little time for a personal life, and no time for romance.
She hoped her date tonight would break the long run of disappointing men she’d met in the last year.
* * * *
Rowena slipped into her clothes as quietly as possible. She picked up her shoes then tiptoed out of the bedroom.
This is why she never went back to her apartment with the date. She didn’t like sneaking out into the night like a thief, but she’d learned it was easier for her and for the man if she did. She’d suffered through enough uncomfortable breakfasts, embarrassing good-byes, and the untruthful “I’ll call you” to know when to cut her losses.
There had to be a man out there who could surprise her, someone who could bring her to orgasm. She’d had one, so she knew they existed. She was getting tired of searching for another. It was always so close and yet so far. She liked sex. She liked it a lot. Why else would she keep trying?
The men she met didn’t want to push the limits with her. She was intimidating at times. She tried to keep that aspect of her personality under control. When on the date, she tried to be just another woman. She was beginning to think that was a lost cause. All a man could see was the powerful corporate executive that she was. Conversation usually bought that fact up.
This man had almost made it, but this would be their last date. They’d had sex on the second and on the third dates. At least six times over the course of the two dates. She’d give him credit for that much. He pleasured her well enough. Unfortunately she was left still searching for that elusive orgasm. She decided to cut her losses and not invest any more time with him. A phone conversation later today would be sufficient. If he wanted to meet in person, she would do that. Sometimes that would happen. It wouldn’t happen with this one. Eric wasn’t emotionally invested in her. She knew that. This would not come as a surprise to him.
* * * *
Two weeks ago she’d had the breakup conversation with Eric. She hadn’t gone out since. It had been a while since she’d been inside a museum. Why she had the urge to go tonight was beyond her. She didn’t have anything better to do so why not?
She looked up at the full moon. In her peripheral vision she saw an elegant woman dressed in black. It seemed as though the woman was looking at her. The woman was shaking her head with an odd expression.
Rowena entered Minerva’s Mystic Museum through the beautifully carved double doors. It wasn’t long before she was impressed with the unusual and eclectic collection. She walked from one area to the next.
She stood in front of one painting for quite some time. A dark-haired, bare-chested man stood with his legs spread apart. He wore black leather pants and boots. He had a Zorro or Lone Ranger mask covering his eyes. She could swear those dark and brooding eyes were staring at her. His wrists were covered in leather. One hand held a blindfold, the other handcuffs. Both were fisted and planted on his hips. The room in which he stood was plain. The drab olive-green walls made his figure seem all the more vibrant and alive.
What would it be like to be dominated by a man like that? Her fingers twitched just thinking about touching that muscled body. Her private regions became warm and moist.
She moved away from the picture, tried to occupy her mind with something else, but somehow her feet found their way back to it. She looked up and frowned at the painting before her.
“He is a fine specimen, is he not?” A female voice said from behind her.
Rowena turned her head. She looked the woman up and down and recalled the woman dressed in black that she’d seen while outside. “Yes, I suppose he is.”
“I am Minerva, curator of the museum.”
Rowena nodded. “I’ve never been here before. Truthfully I didn’t know it existed.”
“People find us when the time is right for them.” Minerva offered her hand.
Rowena frowned, but took Minerva’s hand. “I am Rowena Milestone.”
Minerva looked her right in the eye, something most people found difficult to do. She’d been told her gaze made people nervous. Minerva’s gaze made her nervous. She felt like her insides were being turned inside out and twisted about.
Minerva frowned. “I would never have guessed…as you wish,” she whispered.
“Excuse me?” Rowena said.
“I’m sorry. I was thinking out loud. It is nice to make your acquaintance, Rowena Milestone,” Minerva said. She released Rowena’s hand. “Safe journey,” she said over her shoulder as she moved away.
Rowena looked at the woman’s retreating back. Nice dress, she thought as she passed out.
Adult Excerpt:
“Then maybe you’ll like this instead.” Stephen stepped back from her. He tapped the tip of the crop to her ankle. “I like your shoes, Rowena, fiery red, like your temper. I will learn and taste all the fiery things about you before this encounter is over.”
She shuddered and sucked in a breath.
“I think you like being helpless and out of control.” He moved the crop up the inside of her calf.
“Spread your legs open wider, Rowena.” He tapped the crop to her calf with authority.
She didn’t move.
He slapped her ass again. “It’s so warm.” He leaned down behind her. “Yes, it is getting really pink now.” He caressed the rosy patch. He kissed little pecks all over it. “Oh, yes, I could do this all night.”
“Sadist,” she accused him angrily.
“Not really, but I could be if you’d like. The next man may be a sadist. He may enjoy hurting you. Do you want me to treat you rough and hurt you? Is that why you’re here? Is that how you get your kicks, Rowena?”
“No,” she whispered. She sounded shocked.
“Then thank you for being so disobedient, so I get to punish you. I truly do enjoy spanking you.”
“The next man? What you mean the next man?” she demanded.
She sounded like she really didn’t know. “There will be another after me, and then a third. They will have their way with you just as I will. They may not be as understanding about your defiance.”
“Understanding? This is understanding? My ass is stinging."
“I believe it is.” He caressed her cheeks again as he looked into those lovely blue eyes straining to see him over her shoulder. He placed the crop on the back of her calf. He dragged the crop as he moved around her. “Spread your legs, Rowena,” he commanded.
This time she followed his order, but if her eyes were knives, he’d be flayed alive. Her lips flattened into an angry thin line.
“Very good, Rowena, you’re learning to curb your tongue. Let’s see if I can make you earn another heated caress.”
He moved the crop up her calf to the inside of her thigh. “It’s such a pity you don’t like my touch. This soft skin is very tender.” He flicked the leather tip of the crop across her inner thigh.
She screamed.
“Oh, thank you, Rowena.” He slapped her ass again. He caressed it and moved behind her to kiss it. This time he placed wet kisses all over her rounded buttock while flicking out his tongue against the warmed skin. “You like that, don’t you?”
She shook her head with such vehemence the chains above her rattled.
“I don’t believe you, Rowena. Maybe you’d like this more.” He spread her cheeks and ran his tongue over the exposed skin and over her anus.
She jumped. “Stop!” she ordered.
He slapped her ass. He put the crop at her ankle and moved it toward her thigh. “Would you like me to use the crop here?” He quickly moved the crop to her crotch. “Would you like the leather to lick your pussy, or would you prefer my tongue?”
“You would use that thing there? You would whip me there?”
“I would not whip you, Rowena. I would make the leather caress your cunt.” He pressed the crop harder against her open pussy. “Look down, Rowena.”
She looked straight ahead.
He slapped her ass. “Look down,” he ordered.
Her head bent forward.
“Do you see the leather tip?”
She nodded.
“I will make it kiss you there.” He moved his free hand around her waist and down. He spread his fingers over her mons and through the small patch of neatly trimmed coarse black hair. He moved his fingertips in a small circle, gently massaging.
She began to take quick breaths.
“The thought of that excites you, doesn’t it?”
“No, it’s your touch.”
“Oh, so you do like my touch.”
“Apparently.” She panted, and her hips pressed into his fingers.
“Much better, now we can begin to play.”
“Play?” The word came out in the heated rush.
“Oh, yes. I like to play.” He pressed into her from behind. He could feel his hard cock throbbing through the leather. This woman excited him more than any woman had in a very long time. Tonight he would be her second lover and maybe her third. The night was young, he would see.
“Oh my,” she whispered.
“How long have you been doing this?” he whispered into her ear as he slipped his middle finger between the lips of her cunt searching for her clit. He found the spot and pressed ever so lightly.
She moaned.
“Do you want more?”
She nodded, yes.
“Then tell me, how long?”
“I’ve never done this.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
He didn’t know why, but he believed her. “Good girl,” he whispered as he slowly massaged her clit.
She relaxed into him and moaned. “That feels good,” she said.
“I think I like this side of you,” he whispered and nipped her ear lobe.
She stiffened as she realized she’d let down her guard.
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