Dead Sexy

Dead Sexy

Genre

Paranormal Erotica

Blurb

My story, Unfinished Business, appears in this hot paranormal anthology.

Twenty stories of paranormal pleasures. Dead Sexy puts the vamp into vampires and the fantasy into femmes fatales. The heroes and heroines of these stories may be cold-blooded but their antics are hot as hell! From gorgeous ghosts and dirty demons to amorous apparitions and phantoms with a fetish, these ghoulish lovers are guaranteed to light up the darkest night.

Excerpt

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When Caitlyn first woke up, she didn’t notice anything amiss. It was only when she simultaneously stretched and opened her eyes that she realised something wasn’t right. For starters, she wasn’t in the same place she’d gone to bed. Blinking, she looked around the room and sleepily wondered if she’d been kidnapped by a vicar.

She was in some kind of church. There were candelabras and flower arrangements dotted around, and despite the depressing music emanating from somewhere, it was incredibly peaceful. Looking down, Caitlyn got two shocks. One, she was in a coffin and two, she appeared to be both sitting up and lying down at the same time. Suddenly, she felt very awake.

The lying down Caitlyn had her eyes closed and looked even paler than usual. The sitting up Caitlyn’s brain finally caught up and realised what had happened. To her credit, she didn’t freak out. She figured that although it sucked that she was dead at 25, if she was lying in a chapel of rest, there wasn’t really a lot she could do about it.

What Caitlyn couldn’t understand was that physically, she didn’t feel any different. Frowning, she pinched herself. Fuck, that hurt! So she could feel herself, and yet she was sitting not on, but inside her own body, as though she had no physical form.

Curiouser and curiouser, Caitlyn thought, in true Alice in Wonderland style. Then she decided that sitting around in a coffin wasn’t really a very fun way of spending her afterlife, so she clambered out. She had no idea whether anyone would be able to see her or not, but she was still relieved to note that she was wearing clothes and shoes. Glancing back towards the coffin, she noted they were the same ones she was to be buried in, apparently. Caitlyn figured it could be worse. At least she wasn’t doomed to wander around in a ghastly white nightie, like those old fashioned ghosts.

Ghosts. Now the word had entered her conscious thought, Caitlyn took the time to think about it. There was no questioning the fact that that’s exactly what she was, given she was standing there and her body was stiff and cold in a coffin across the room. Shaking herself, Caitlyn refused to let herself get all maudlin about it. Like she’d already surmised, there was bugger all she could do, so she may as well get on with it. Maybe she’d find out why she was still here.

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