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Misery Loves Company

MISERY LOVES COMPANY ~ dark paranormal romance~
by: Ellen Ashe
"Every cry for help is heard even when no one is there."

Uncontrollable events and too many bad decisions have pushed Lola to the brink of self-destruction. To help break away from her depression she rents an isolated picturesque cottage, to rest, meditate, and explore a new passion- art. It is a valiant effort to start life again.
But she isn't alone in her misery. A shadow moves, a voice calls, a hand reaches for her from beyond. She has awakened another, a dark unearthly man, whose tortured existence is wracked with pain.
Barriers of time and space crack as their empathy and their passions explode. Once promises are made, however, she discovers just how horrifying her circumstances have become.

~Misery loves company, especially when reality dissolves.~

Excerpt:

She had to feel him, truly feel him. A wash of sensuality pooled in her groin. Responding to its feral appeal she moved her hands across his chest, tweaked a hard nipple on a solid mound of muscle, and she smiled as he flexed beneath her caress.

"More," he said, his arms strengthening, luring her into the promise of extreme pleasures. She lowered her hands over the silky hairs on his stomach, stopping where flesh met denim, tugging playfully at the edge. He swayed, parting his legs. Then he took hold of her wrist.

"Touch me, harder." The plea changed to demand. He sounded like a man who gave orders naturally and had others follow those orders without hesitation. There was no escaping. She didn’t want to escape. She liked being told. By him.

She had succumbed to temptation and the euphoria was taking control. She would do all he asked.

A stranger. She was dancing with a stranger who was dark and very possibly dangerous. No one would hear her scream. Even this thought added to the mystique, doubling her urges.
So she griped his groin through the denim. And bit into the flesh on his shoulder.

A whirlwind of motion, blocked sunlight—like a shadow falling over her eyes—and a forbidding rampart of muscle was suddenly thrust against her. When she stopped moving she was on her knees, submitting again to the persuasion of what was lurid, her lips parted to welcome the sticky sweet wine of lust. He had her hair firmly entwined in his fingers, and he directed her forward to his unyielding erection, perfectly aligned with her mouth.

Without hesitation she took him, obeying his command to be pleasured. His grunts of appreciation were short, sharp. His thrusts forward were similar. His palms heated her jaw, his touch gentle now because he knew she intended to do as he wanted, that she would not
leave, that she would carry out her silent promises. She felt, too, his eyes on her, the same eerie sensation of eyes watching when she’d first arrived. There also was the heavy sigh that pursed into her mind, only this time she was fulfilling an act where this response was justified.

She clutched his hips, shuffled in, and took him deeper, twirling her tongue around the mighty girth, waiting anxiously for the tightening, the gasp, the short prelude to his release.
A stranger. No face. No name. No history. No past or future. Just then and now.

His thighs flinched. He sucked in a long hard breath of air. He clawed her scalp, death grip over her temples. He plunged himself into the back of her throat.

And screamed in agony.

He pulled away from her so abruptly she fell off balance. Before she had the inclination to lift her eyes, to question what had gone wrong, he turned away.

She swiped the back of her hand across her mouth, the taste of him lingering on her tongue. "Why?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "What’s wrong?"

He wanted her pleasuring; she was willing, able. Yet he baulked?

His only reaction was to stride, rapidly, in a straight path across the lawn towards the short wharf.
"Hey—wait a minute," she yelled, rising in a panic and stumbling after him, unable to keep up with his frantic pace. He reached the wharf first, lifted his arms over his head, palms together while still in full stride and without any hesitation dove head first into the water.

She stifled a shriek with her hand and raced over to where her lover had jumped.

"Oh my God," she whimpered, a terror like none other, paralysing her mind with white searing heat, blinding her to rationale. There was no ripple in the water where he had jumped! There was no man swimming in the icy cold water. There was no sign that anyone, other than her, had walked across the lawn.

"Oh my God," she repeated, shivering uncontrollably. She turned, a full circle, but the man, who’d moments ago been her passion’s desire, was nowhere to be seen.

Edge of sanity. Perhaps she had stumbled closer to it than she thought. "Who are you?" she whispered...

The praise I love the most~~~
"Not only am I an author but I am a reader. You Ellen are a true story teller. Thank you." ~Savannah Black

www.ellenashe.com

5 comments:

Lisabet Sarai said...

Ellen - the thing that I love most about paranormal romance is that there are no limits and no assumptions. Your excerpt shows this brilliantly. We don't know who this man is, or if he's a man at all. We only know the emotions that he arouses, and that he's inexplicably gone...

Wonderful!

Loretta said...

Very interesting excerpt that leaves the reader in suspense of who and where the man is from. Can't wait to read this one. Sounds like a book that will grab you from the beginning to the end.

lyntaylor said...

Oooh ... another one for the wishlist :D Sounds awesome. Can't wait to read more and find out who this man (being) is!!

Ashley Ladd said...

Great excerpt. I can't wait to read more.

Ellen Ashe said...

Thanks everyone. I hope you enjoy my mysterious and ghostly man!