Protesting, the door opened. I stepped into the profound
darkness. My sense of danger was no stronger in here. It was
simply the pub cellar, full of beer casks and wine racks and
manacles.
Manacles?
I didnβt need a light to see the thick metal glinting in the
darkness. Shiny and new and securely attached to the wall.
All the walls. They appeared to be on some kind of
adjustable runners, presumable to accommodate different
heights. Chains hung down from hooks above them in some
elaborate bondage network.
Intrigued, I moved further inside, looking about me. The
floor was clean, although at several points near the wall,
there were daubs of paint, almost as if a tin of the stuff
had leaked as it had been carried and the resulting white
trail had been imperfectly cleared up. But I thought it
significant that the white spots were grouped in twos, like
feet marks.
There was a chair in the middle of the floor, a sort of
modified arm chair with several open metal cuffs waiting to
close round the arms of whoever sat in it. A chain belt hung
down either side, presumably to act as a lap strap. Propped
up against the chair was a well-used cricket bat. On a table
beside it, six strips of leather were laid out, their
purpose unclear. I could think of a few.
In fact, looking around this lot, I began to think of quite
a lot. Either something very weird was going on, or someone
in this house was into some pretty kinky sex. My mouth
watered. My pussy began to leak as I remembered how long it
was since Iβd had any sex at all. The scarred barman sprang
back into my mind, dragging the chains around my naked body,
unfastening his jeans to revealβ
All very well, Draguta, but sexual fantasy wonβt find the
source of the danger!
Above me, something creaked. My head snapped up and round,
To my left, stairs led upward, presumably to the pub itself.
I caught a glimpse of paler darkness around the fast-moving
figure of a man as a door at the top opened and closed.
In the darkness, he wouldnβt be able to see me, but I could
see him, running stealthily down the stairs and dodging
immediately to the left. Amused, I watched him stand very
still for a human, poised and listening.
It was the barman. Tall and big-boned, wearing a dark
woollen sweater with the sleeves pulled up. He was tense,
watchful, alert. I had the impression that he would hear me
if I so much as breathed. Fortunately, I donβt breathe.
Without warning, the outside door slammed shut and a light
came on, blinding me. I staggered backward without meaning
to and grabbed at the table to save myself.
"Shite!" said the barman in the local vernacular. "Donβt
touch that!"
Still blinking in the sudden blaze of an electric bulb, I
was hazily aware of him leaping across the space between us.
Instinctively, I threw myself away from him into the wall,
just as somethingβa net, weighted at the sides?βfell from
nowhere over the armchair.
"Nor that!" yelled the man, and this time he actually caught
my hand, swinging me away from the wall. He was strong, for
a human, but Iβd had enough. Instead of pulling free at
once, I held onto his hand long enough to aim for the white
paint-marks on the floor. Then I slammed him into the wall
and leapt backward. It seemed my guess was right, for three
steel bands shot out of the wall, and around his middle.
Chains fell around him and broad cuffs closed around his
arms with two short, sharp snaps.
It seemed I could see again. The chained-up man in the
manacles stared at me.
"Bugger," he said. "That wasnβt meant to happen."
ISBN 9781419962363
Title Seducing Scots
Is this book part of a series or is it related to another
book? Name of Series or related book Trade paperback
containing all three Psychic Seductions novellas:Hunting
Karoly, Guitar Man and Freeing Al.
Tagline
Price (USD) 14.99
Pages
Publication date November 2010
Publisher Elloraβs Cave
story setting (time period and location) Contemporary Scotland
level of sensuality (sweet, emotional, sexy, hot, erotic,
other) Hot to Erotic
characters (up to three, include hero and heroine) Karoly,
Jenny Chris
summary
The three Psychic Seductions novellas: Hunting Karoly,
Guitar Man and Freeing Al - now together in print.
You're not meant to fall for the bad guy, are you? Not the
vampire, nor the possessed, nor the ex-con...
Reluctant Scottish psychic Jenny discovers her true talent
is hunting vampires. Yet when that vampire is the evil, sexy
gorgeous Karoly, in his quite inappropriate antique kilt,
will she be able to fulfill her potential?
Ellie is a strong psychic with a messy personal life. When
she decides to clean up the latter, the last person she
needs to encounter is carefree Scottish busker Chris, the
best ever one night stand from her naughty past. Especially
when something evil within him threatens them both.
When the vampiress Draguta, Karolyβs ex, comes to the
Scottish Highlands with a social mission, sheβs distracted
by local pub landlord, Al MacNab β a large, sexy man with a
dubious past, a lot of secrets, and some alluring bondage
gadgetry in his cellar.
Could you also please note that my upcoming book Blood
Eternal (Oct 2011) is Awakened by Blood #3, and is in mass
market paperback. And hereβs an excerpt from Blood Eternal:
She gripped the stake, bracing her free hand against the
rock. She didnβt need the detector anymore. She could sense
Ancient.
He moved differently, like a shadow around the curve of the
hill, gliding over the boulder a yard away from her feet.
And instead of attacking, he stood still on top of the
boulder and regarded her in silence. Only his long hair
stirred in the breeze.
Slowly, Elizabeth lowered her stake. "Saloman."
Saloman stepped down from the boulder and walked the
distance between them. She tried to speak, questions and
information tangling in her head and on her lips. In the
end, she never made more than an inarticulate gurgle,
because the words vanished as his sheer presence overwhelmed
her. There was only his name in her head, his profound black
eyes to drown in, his body pressing her flat into the rock.
The hilt of his sword, a turning gift from Luk, brushed
against her hip.
Wordlessly, she lifted her face to his. But he didnβt kiss
her mouth. His silken lips took her neck in a strong, urgent
pull. The hard shaft of his erection pressed between her
thighs, and inappropriate lust galloped through her. Well,
it had been a long time, several weeks. . . .
It seemed he felt the same. His tongue lapped at her vein
and without warning his teeth pierced her skin. Her mouth
opened in a silent cry of pain that vanished into the surge
of fierce, familiar pleasure. She gripped his arms hard,
letting herself glory just for a moment in the blissful
weakness of her blood rushing into his mouth in answer to
the tug of his lips.
So lost was she in the blood kiss that it was a moment
before she realized heβd unzipped her jeans and pushed them
and her panties down over her hips.
"Saloman, the hunters are here," she managed. "Theyβre
coming now."
His cool, stroking hands left her hips, perversely
disappointing her, until he seized the Ancient detector from
her frozen hand and hurled it into the night. Before she
could object to this vandalism, he lifted her and entered
her body in one swift, gliding movement that shattered the
remnants of her resistance.
Blood and sex and Elizabeth, he said inside her head.
Bastard. Canβt you even say hello?
He detached his teeth from her neck and flicked his tongue
over the wound to heal it. His burning gaze lifted to hers.
"Hello," he said huskily, and took her mouth.
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