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Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: WARNING: This book exceeds Viola Grace's standard heat level. Flame has become what she wanted to be, successful as an erotica writer. But now what she has chosen to become will be twisted by what she has been in a previous life, when the men who shaped her past merge with her present. Set in a fairytale Germanic castle, Flame's life and loves are going to take sudden twists and turns that leave her gasping. Should she choose the life she knows, or the past and the men she has forgotten?
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2009 eXtasy Books
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [168 KB]
Words: 37806
Reading time: 108-151 min.

It wasn't until she'd had a few glasses of wine and exasperated that she couldn't come up with a plot line for a vampire series that she felt more tranquil and relaxed on the couch. She closed her eyes and emptied her mind of everything, and then suddenly it happened. A voice spoke to her. Loud and clear, as if he were standing right next to her. Strangely enough, it didn't startle her. She'd heard voices before, but never this one.

"Your book will be set in Germany. It will be about a writer who is a finalist for the 'Royal Literary Award' handed out at the 'Universal Writers of Excellence' convention, and she, and all the finalists will be required to stay in an old castle throughout its duration."

The voice had continued and basically told her the plot she was struggling so hard to come up with herself.

Her eyes closed, she listened to the soothing sound of the masculine timbre. It was deep, vibrant, so damned sexy it sent thrill upon thrill coursing through her chest down to her clit. Imagine getting horny over a spirit's voice ... She couldn't help it. He was repeating the plot over and over again, imbedding it into her mind, and at the same time, turning her on like she'd never been turned on before. Without realizing, she spread her legs and envisioned him as a real man, his head between her legs, his tongue parting her flesh and entering her. Did she imagine it, or did she really feel fingers spreading her nether lips? Holding her eyelids closed tightly, she allowed the dream to happen, felt his fingers rubbing her nub, his head once again buried between her legs. For a moment, she wanted to reach down, to touch his head, but allowed the urge to go away because sanity told her that she'd be groping air. His breath stroked her pussy, his tongue flicked in and out, then suddenly she felt fingers inside her. They rotated swiftly, causing her to raise her hips, to pant for more. "Fuck me ... please ... fuck me..." she moaned softly. The fingers moved faster and faster until she felt heavenly release. Her skin glistening from a light sheen of perspiration, she sat up. The voice still continued as if her little erotic escapade had never happened. Her breathing calming down she listened to him until he stopped talking.

"Write, Flame ... write the story," were his last words, repeated several times, then disappearing into the distance.