A Club Sortilege Tale
By Laura Tolomei
BDSM, Multiple Partners, Paranormal, Contemporary, Time-Travel, Gay Male-Male
“With erotically raw language and content, this paranormal, erotic, dark fantasy holds all the drama and sexual tension that readers expect from Author Laura Tolomei.” BM Global Network rated it 5-Stars
He wasn’t looking for love or soul mates. He was looking for that Halloween high. Such was his justification. What comes around goes around was more like it.
When Eunice Saint Jacques meets Adrien Ascott at the Halloween party of one of New Orleans’s prestigious hotels, she thinks he’s cute.
Nah, she thinks he’s the most gorgeous creature ever. Little does she know he isn’t all that he seems to be, and that this Halloween will seal her destiny forever!
While it’s Presentation Night at Club Sortilege, the renowned New Orleans BDSM club, Yvette Carlisle, the Grand Master’s slave, is worried. What happened to her friend Eunice should never have happened.
Hell, not for a long time.
Yet, here she is, talking to Adrien and uncovering an age-old curse that makes his karma as deadly as that of Count Dracula himself. Is it true, or is he spinning just another tale of bondage and sadism in the plush lounge of Club Sortilege?
Gripping the icy glass, she was so focused on getting out of the way while checking on Yvette and Palomar’s whereabouts she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going until she hit something-hard, so hard, her wig almost toppled over and fell on the floor.
Confused, her head snapped forward, in time to see her cocktail spilling all over the sizeable obstacle that had the bad idea of halting her rush. Boy, did she get mad.
“Hey, what’s the idea?” Glaring at the stumbling block still anchored to the ground in front of her, Eunice tried to save the last drops of her cocktail. “Can’t you watch where you’re going?” That technically it was her fault didn’t register.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty.” The impediment now moved in a deep bow that dripped liqueur to the floor and made the whole thing look silly. “My mistake. I didn’t see you coming.” Then, all silliness faded as the hurdle straightened itself in all its glory.
A man. That was who she’d bumped, but not just any man.
At first glance, she thought he was cute.
Upon a more thorough examination, she knew he was the stuff women fell in love with all the time.
He was gorgeous.
No, he was magnetic.
Something about him didn’t allow her gaze to waver, no matter how much she wanted to steer clear of him. Something inevitably brought it back and refused to let go, not even to blink.
Amazed and scared at the same time, Eunice ogled him without being able to stop herself.
“Please, let me offer you another drink since this came to an untimely end.” He smiled, and it was like the entire world had brightened in spite of the candle lights. “What were you drinking, My Queen?”
“Hem…” Startled, she jumped back as if coming out of a dream. “It’s all right.” Realizing her bad manners had taken the better of her, Eunice composed herself. “I’m the one who should be sorry, and you don’t owe me anything.”
“I insist, Milady.”