If You Can't Handle the Heat

If You Can't Handle the Heat
Deliciously Naughty Erotic Romance for the Foodies

Saturday, 15 October 2022

'Tis the season for all things spooky. Enjoy a Haunting Sexy Saturday Snippet from The Lustful Possession Series #erotic #paranormal #timetravel

Travel Through Time and Unravel the Mystery of Cairnnon Castle 


A seemingly harmless paranormal investigation sparks a series of haunting events that ultimately sends an international team of supernatural investigators to Ireland and to one of the most haunted destinations in all of Europe.

The Lustful Possession Series - A saga sweeping several generations of characters, in an unsettling and at times horrific tale with many twists and turns, and a stunning conclusion you won’t see coming.


Though this collection of short stories is predominantly dark erotic paranormal—at times verging on horror—it runs the gamut in sub-genres and eras—from contemporary to historical time-travel, and back again. Please note: the series also incorporates both m/f and m/m couplings, plus some multi-partner interaction, mmm and mff. Each book ends on a cliffhanger.

Enjoy this erotic excerpt from Part 3 - The Fall of Cairnnon Castle 

Caught in a cave-in, Scientist Neve Brádach lies broken & dying, trapped inside the most haunted castle in Ireland w/ the infamous elemental, Bás a thagann. Neve is left defenseless to fight it & is forced to suffer a life not her own.


Prologue

Cairnnon Castle, Ireland—The Present 

The earth underneath me quakes. The sky above me falls. It rains down on me. Pain explodes inside my head. My ribs break. I am crushed. 

A deafening rumble offends my ears. My body is tossed and crumpled, battered by debris. It goes on for an eternity. 

And then... 

Silence. Stillness. 

The pain is immense. Like nothing I’ve ever endured in my life. 

Oh, God! Please! I implore wordlessly. I cannot speak, scream, or moan. 

My eyes are closed. But beyond me, there’s brightness, so vivid I detect it through my closed eyelids. I try to open them, but none of my faculties are functioning. I am heavy. My lungs are burning. It hurts to even take shallow breaths. I concentrate on the unenviable task of simply inhaling in and out—an action I have obviously taken for granted all these years. The dust is choking me. I try not to cough. I will split apart if I do. My ribcage has already splintered with the weight upon me. 

A low hum begins. It is annoying, but as it goes on it becomes comforting, harmonious. 

As the fire in my chest subsides, I am lethargic, sleepy, and content. 

Stillness. 

I know what this is. It is elemental. Inevitable, from the moment we take our first breath. 

I wait for it... 

Death comes. 

~ ~ ~

I am in and out of consciousness. 

“Just come,” I whisper. Speaking is laborious, yet somehow it happens. “Just take me.” 

The incessant drone becomes vibration. 

I sense it, a presence. Above me. Surrounds me. Becomes me. 

The pain subsides by degrees. Warmth seeps into me. I sigh at the pleasure of it. I hadn’t realized I was so cold. 

Without words, it communicates with me. Death is one with me. 

You enjoy that.” 

“Yes. Thank you.” My gratitude is profound. 

You know what I am.” 

It is a statement. It is a part of me. It knows what I am thinking. 

I don’t need to articulate. “Yes.” 

You are not afraid.” 

“No, you comfort me.” 

For a moment I sense confusion, and I am bewildered by it. It is not my uncertainty. It is illogical. Death would not emote. But my thought is distracted. 

The lovely heat spreads, radiating through every part of my broken body. 

Ahhhh, that feels so good.” 

Everything in me tingles, from the top of my head right down to my feet. There is no pain. Not even my lungs hurt anymore. My inhalations become rapid instead of shallow. My blood rushes. I can hear it traveling through my veins. My pulse pounds in my head. My body throbs. My breasts tingle and my loins catch fire.

I squirm. My body tightens. The heaviness in my lower body is nothing but carnal. 

I am not even being touched, but I am being consumed and stimulated on every level. Mind, body and spirit. 

It fills me, inside and out. 

Unable to stop myself, I feel my hips list in that dance as old as time. I am going to come. 

“Onnhhh!” I am bombarded by one blissful, gutwrenching wave after another of exquisite, relentless pleasure. I want to weep at the intensity of it, but I am helpless. 

It has to stop, but I don’t want it to end. I thrash, uncontrollably experiencing an all-over body orgasm like nothing I’d ever experienced in life. Is this heaven? A powerful tug, deep inside, sends another round of sweet undulation through me. 

I cry out. 

What am I, Nevaeh?” Death demands. 

I pant with my last breaths. 

“You! 


“Are! 


“Allll!”


Chapter One

Neve Brádach opened her eyes. She was floating outside her body, above herself, looking down through the rubble and ruin that just hours ago had been Cairnnon Castle. Centuries-old stones and debris lay on top of her broken body, but somehow, she managed to see through the layers to her physical form below.

Unbelievably, sadness at her own horrific demise was not her first concern.

“Neve! Neve! We’re coming! Don’t give up! I’ll get you out!” It was Arnie Rollison’s frantic voice. The team-leader and her mentor. The man she’d longed to work with for years was now digging desperately with his bare hands. Unguarded tears ran down his dirty cheeks, leaving trails.

She felt sorry for him. He sounded so adamant, so determined. As if he still had hope.

There were tons and tons of wreckage. Even if she were still alive—and she wasn’t convinced that she was—they’d never reach her in time.

Neve laid a hand on his shoulder. “Arnie. Stop, my friend.”

His head twitched, as if he’d heard her, and his frenetic actions ceased for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Neve. I’m so sorry!”

Without warning, she was jerked back inside her body. The pain was dull, not sharp like it had been in the beginning.

Shit! I’m not dead. But I’m goin’ to die in here. I’ve seen the devastation above me. 

Death was going to be long and arduous. “Come back to me,” she called Death. “Please come and take me.” But as she lay fading in and out of consciousness and time ticked by, she wasn’t sure if she begged Death to claim her permanently or for it to take her again and again as it had earlier. She longed for the carnal bliss that Death could provide. Her body tingled at the memory as the blackness once again enveloped her.

* * * *
Much later, the heavy equipment continued to dig above her, but she drifted out once more.

The next time she woke, the weight had been lifted from her chest. She opened her eyes, and to her astonishment, she was able to move her arms and legs. She looked down at her limbs.

“What am I wearing?” She let her fingers run over the unfamiliar fabric. “Where am I?” She searched the strange room. She blinked rapidly, confused. Who am I?

Her mind was blank, devoid of all memory.

Noise, like that of a large crowd reached her ears. Gaining her feet, she followed the sound, out of the room and down a hallway.

It seemed like a party. Everyone was in costume. Lit torches in sconces lined the wall, giving the entire area a dreamlike quality.

From nowhere, someone grabbed her. “There ya are. Where have ya been?”

Neve looked up at the man who stared down at her with deep intensity. Unable to stop her reaction, she gasped. He was the most incredible looking man she’d ever laid eyes on. Chiseled, rugged features. Striking, dark eyes. Strong chin. Tall. Muscular. He wore a crisp-looking white linen shirt, baggy trousers, and a blue and green checked sash.

He smiled, obviously sensing her attraction to him.

“Watch that smoulderin’ gaze, my sweet Nevaeh, or I will throw ya over my shoulder, with or without the vows, and take ya to my chambers and ravish ya until ya canna walk.”

Sounds good to me.

“Come. This is our celebration. Let us dance. I want nuthin’ more than to feel ya in my arms.”

He twirled her around and escorted her out onto the ballroom floor.


© H K Carlton

Hope you enjoyed the extract. Have a Sexy Saturday. 

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