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Chapter For TORRID TEASERS Volume 19 by Jamie Hill
Nick Kelly woke up alone after enjoying
a night of amazing sex. The disturbing thing about it was that he had
gone to bed alone. His wet and sticky sheets could be explained easily
enough by any guy over the age of about eleven. The bite marks on his
torso were not so easily explained.
The first time it happened, it scared the crap out of
him. He woke up confused, the memory of the beautiful woman with long
red hair still fresh in his mind. He could picture her vivid green eyes
and the dusting of freckles that covered her nose. That was innocent enough.
Where he got uncomfortable was remembering her full white breasts with
the large, rose-colored nipples. He remembered feeling the weight of them
in his hands and, okay, if he was truthful, he remembered the taste of
them. The small triangle of red hair between her legs covered its own
treasure, and he remembered the taste of it as well.
She was an incredibly skilled lover, doing a few things
Nick had never actually done in real life. That was part of the reason
for his discomfort the morning after—where had those ideas come
from? Details were crystal clear—unlike dreams a person couldn’t
quite remember, Nick remembered every moment of making love with his dream
woman. His uneasiness increased when he realized that not only was he
sticky, but also physically exhausted and strangely satisfied. And terrified
that he was losing his mind.
The first time it happened, nearly a week ago, was the
first night he spent in his new home in West Seattle. At first, he thought
the dream was stress related to his cross-country move, leaving the East
Coast, where he had grown up and moving to the city he had always wanted
to live in. Then he figured it was his overly active writer’s imagination
going crazy. The muses certainly weren’t with him during the daylight
hours—ever since he moved, he hadn’t added a single word to
his current work in progress, a contracted manuscript for which he had
already been paid a hefty advance. He sat at the computer in his new home
office with the breathtaking view of Puget Sound, and ended up staring
out the window. The writing just wasn’t happening.
But something was happening at night. The second night
he attempted to ward off sleep—and whatever—by sitting up
in his chair watching TV. In his dream, they made love in the chair with
I Love Lucy playing in the background. The third night, he fell asleep
at his computer and his dream involved a particularly raucous round of
desktop sex. He woke up with a stapler imprint on his ass, for God’s
sake.
It shouldn’t have been so upsetting to him, because
Nick was a paranormal writer. His first novel, Demon Death, stayed on
the USA Today’s bestseller list for twenty weeks. He was working
on the sequel, Demon Life, and had just a few chapters to go, but the
big finish eluded him. There was a lot of research involved with his books,
and he felt comfortable and somewhat knowledgeable about the supernatural
aspects. But what was happening to him personally was blowing his fucking
mind, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it.
The fourth night, he was tired and cranky from lack of
sleep, and went to bed figuring whatever will be, will be. He still had
to wash his sheets the next day (apparently his ghost’s vagina wasn’t
a real receptacle) but at least there were no imprints on his backside.
But there were bite marks. First on his thighs, and then
last night, all over his stomach and back. Could a ghost with no vagina
possess such sharp teeth? Nick wasn’t sure how he was going to do
it, but he had to get to the bottom of this thing.
He studied himself in the mirror until he couldn’t
stand looking anymore, then stepped into jeans and pulled a sweatshirt
over his head. Running his hands through his short dark hair would have
to do for now. He hadn’t shaved in a week, but it wasn’t high
on his list of things to do today either. Nick wanted answers, and he
had an idea where to start asking questions.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number for his realtor.
Sela Cooper was a friend of a friend of his mother’s—not exactly
a close relationship, but better than pulling a name out of a hat when
it came to the huge number of realtors in the greater Seattle area. She
had proven to be professional and hard working; she didn’t stop
looking until she found what Nick considered the perfect house. Little
did he know. “Sela Cooper, please. Nick Kelly calling.”
In just a moment, she came on the phone. “Nick,
how are you? How’s the house?”
“Pretty good,” he answered hesitantly. “I
had a couple questions, though, and wondered if you were going to be in
the neighborhood anytime today?”
“Sure, I can be. I need to drop off your home warranty
papers anyway. What time works for you?”
“I’m here all day, Sela. Staring out the window,
trying to write…”
She chuckled. “The view is stunning, isn’t
it? Maybe you need to close the blinds while you work.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He wished it was the view distracting
him. “So stop by whenever you can, would you?”
“You bet. I’ll shoot for around two.”
“Thanks, Sela.” He hung up the phone and looked
around the house. Boxes were stacked high in every room. She would wonder
why he wasn’t unpacking when he wasn’t writing, but frankly,
he just couldn’t deal with that yet. He was getting along okay living
out of boxes; at least he knew where everything was.
He burned a couple pieces of toast under the broiler because
he couldn’t find the toaster (okay, he didn’t know where everything
was…) But he was too distracted to worry about that now. He sat
in front of his computer and brought the internet up, typing in his search
engine address and searching for whatever he could find.
People who said one could find anything on the internet
had never tried searching for information about Nick’s Seattle address.
There wasn’t squat to be Googled or Yahooed, and even Jeeves had
no answers. By the time Sela arrived, he was on the verge of cranky again,
and tried to dial it back a notch for her benefit. It wasn’t her
fault, after all.
“Hey! How are you?” She stepped into the living
room with a green plant in one hand and a sheaf of papers in the other.
“Fine, fine.” He motioned her in. “What’s
this?”
She glanced around. “I thought it might make the
place a little homier. I can see that it’s going to take more than
a plant to do that.”
Nick rubbed a hand through his hair and chuckled. “Yeah,
I haven’t directed all my energies toward unpacking yet. You know
writers—once we get involved with something, it’s the only
thing we can focus on. I’ve got a few critical chapters left in
my manuscript, and I’m trying to deal with them.” A big fat
lie. But he wasn’t sure how much he could or should confide in Sela.
It wasn’t the easiest subject to talk about, especially with an
attractive woman. Did you realize the ghost who lives in the house you
sold me gives one hell of a blow job? No, he didn’t think he was
quite ready to bring it up.
Sela was an attractive woman. Her straight, shiny black
hair fell just above her shoulders, and she had a pretty face and a damn
good body. He guessed her to be about thirty-eight, which would make her
ten years older than he was. The idea of an older woman turned him on,
and if he wasn’t getting drained to the point of dehydration every
night, he would definitely consider knocking on Ms. Cooper’s bedroom
door.
The manner in which she responded gave him cause to believe
she would open that door willingly. She set the plant on an empty corner
of the coffee table, and when she approached him with the packet of papers,
she let her breast brush against him ever so gently. “These are
the warranty papers for all the major appliances in the house. The real
estate company extends the warranty for a year from the date of purchase,
so you’ll want to hang on to these.”
Nick could have sworn she was talking about her breasts.
He eyed them for a moment thinking that he really might like to hang on
to them, and then brought himself back to reality. How could he explain
fresh bite marks on his body? It was considered tacky in all circles to
take different women to bed within the same twenty-four hour period. Besides,
he wasn’t sure he had the stamina. Red left him exhausted most nights.
“Thank you,” was all he could muster for Sela and her bodacious
set of knockers. He turned and headed into the kitchen. “Can I offer
you something to drink? Coke, tea?”
“I’d drink a Coke.” She followed him,
looking around. “Wow, Nick, you really need to spend a couple days
getting settled in. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if things were
unpacked?”
He shrugged and pulled two cans of soda from the fridge.
“I really don’t think about it that much. I go off on tangents—right
now, I’m trying to tie up the end of my book…though I have
been giving some thought to the house, here.” He offered her the
can and opened his own, taking a drink. “Tell me what you know about
the former owners.”
Sela leaned back against the kitchen island and took a
sip of her drink. “Well, the family before you was a nice young
couple with two children. When the wife found out she was pregnant again,
they knew they needed to find a bigger place—the three bedrooms
here weren’t enough. Plus they wanted a living room and a family
room for the kids, and you just have the one room—”
Nick waved her off. He wasn’t that interested in
their family dynamics. He was curious if daddy was screwing a ghost on
the side, but considering mommy was pregnant, he figured probably not.
“Do you know anything about the owners before them?”
Sela got a funny look on her face. “Why, Nick? Is
there a problem?”
“No, of course not. I’m a writer, we’re
curious types, I guess. I like to know the history of a place when I can.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know of any history
before the Petersons. They lived here a few years, and I moved here just
about five years ago.”
“Where did the Petersons move to?”
“Somewhere out in Redmond, I think. He works for
Microsoft, and I know he was getting tired of the commute.”
Nick nodded. He could talk to Mr. Peterson, he supposed,
but again—how would he broach the subject of the insatiable, sex-crazed
ghost?
Sela finished her drink and took a step closer to him,
setting her can on the counter. “Thanks for the Coke, Nick. Was
there anything else I could do for you today?”
He let his eyes wander to her tits one last time before
shaking his head regretfully. “I guess not. Thanks for coming out,
Sela, and for the plant. I’ll try to have a decent home for it the
next time you come over.”
Her eyes sparkled and she smiled at him. “I’ll
look forward to it.”
Nick could tell by the expression on her face that he
could have Sela in a wink if he just said the word. Flattered and more
than a little aroused, he was tempted to go for it. If he took her hard
and fast, she might not keep her eyes open long enough to see the marks
on his body. The idea of holding a real woman in his arms excited him
all of a sudden. He pictured himself thrusting his cock into her very
real, very wet pussy and he went rock hard. “Sela…”
he murmured in a breathy voice, and stepped toward her.
The patio door flew open and a rush of cold air breezed
through, sending both Coke cans flying. Sela’s empty can hit the
wall and Nick’s hung in the air long enough for the last half of
his soda to pour out onto the floor.
“Holy shit!” he muttered, looking from the
door to the two cans, now lying quietly on the floor. “That was
bizarre.”
Sela moved over to the patio door and closed it, making
sure it was locked securely. “A really strong gust of wind,”
she observed.
Nick knelt down to wipe up the spilled soda, and she handed
him some paper towels. When he stood to throw them away, Sela stepped
close to him. “I don’t think it will happen again.”
“Probably not,” he agreed, and he knew the
reason it wouldn’t. He not only lived with an insatiable sex-crazed
ghost, but she was a jealous, insatiable, sex-crazed ghost. His erection
was literally gone with the wind, thanks to Red and her little tantrum.
Sela wasn’t going to get lucky today. And if Red’s temper
got any worse, Nick wasn’t sure how long his own luck would hold
out.
Reviews For
TORRID TEASERS Volume 19 by Jamie Hill
Jamie Hill creates a wonderful story with hot sex and
humor. Dreams of Dani is a paranormal lover’s delight and an awesome
read! It had great graphics where you could almost see the story leaping
out the pages and is a quick read. I especially loved the ending, as it
was very tearful. A recommend read and a keeper!
Love, Leann was intense, yet sad with white hot sex to
stir your blood and very accurate with details, me thinks Ms. Hill has
been watching CSI! This book is a must read even if you have not read
her before, a keeper and well worth the money spent!
~ Alisha, TwoLips Reviews
Jamie Hill is a marvelous writer that can grab you and
pull you into a story and keep you there to the end. In this book “Torrid
Teasers Vol. 19” is no exception. The world of the Paranormal never
sounded so good.
Jamie Hill’s astonishing brilliance is something everyone should
experience at least once in their lifetime. The range of her writing is
phenomenal. This Story “Love LeAnn” from her Torrid Teaser
Vol. 19 Book is no different.
~ Deb, Sensual Reads Book Reviews
Dreams of Dani introduces us to paranormal writer Nick
Kelley whose dreams are haunting him... a suspense filled read that will
make you forget about the laundry piled up as you read page after page.
Love LeAnn tells us what happens when a crazy fanatic of a fan stalks
you. Will Troy be able to save himself, fight his own demons and come
out a winner?
Jamie Hill takes you into two stories of erotic suspense
which leave you hanging on, waiting for more as you wonder if good can
win over the evils that people face every day. While pursuing page after
page afraid to put the book down I wondered if all would come out in the
end. A cliffhanger, to be sure, is what I found. If you are looking for
a little spice with your suspense this book is for you.
Reviewed by: Wendi, Fallen Angel Reviews
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