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).
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
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.
“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.
“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?”
“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.
“Do you want more?”
She nodded, yes.
“Then tell me, how long?”
“I’ve never done this.”
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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