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Deadly Karma

A Club Sortilege Tale

By Laura Tolomei

GENRE:

BDSM, Multiple Partners, Paranormal, Contemporary, Time-Travel, Gay Male-Male

WORDS# 49,982

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LOGLINE 

 

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.

 

BLURB 

 

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.

Not now.

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?

Excerpt

“You’ll find your prince handsome tonight.” Palomar oozed confidence from every pore as she gave Eunice’s wig the finishing touches.

“Queen Elizabeth was known as the Virgin Queen,” Eunice quipped, feeling the weight of the wig on her forehead.

“All the more reason for Prince Charming to show up tonight.” Yvette smiled, unmoved in her certainties. “You know how much they like virgins.” She giggled.

If only Eunice could believe her.

“Technically, I’m not a virgin.”

Not a hussy, either, if she had to admit. Her sex life was limited to half an hour in the school’s parking lot and a couple of one-night stands. Not one of these experiences had been all that exciting, but then none of those men had exactly been too keen on her needs. More on theirs, their cocks demanding all her attention and giving little back except for a sore pussy and mouth. What they had in common was their quickness in going about it. Raising her legs, they had slammed into her without the slightest concern whether she was ready or not. Then, they had come in the blink of an eye while she was still wondering what she was feeling.

“Maybe, I should stay at home.” Dubious, Eunice tried, not for the first time, to wriggle free from the invitation Yvette had sprung on her at the end of the working day.

“Oh, stop moping, and let’s go.” Palomar yanked her away from the mirror. “It’s Halloween. You look good enough to eat, and La Maison del Fuego is waiting for us.”

And that was the end of that.