PARLOR GAMES Tales of Perdition 4
By Bonnie Edwards
BLURB:
Welcome to Perdition House: a house of sin, secrets and seduction.
Matt Crewe has only one desire when he arrives at Perdition House: to sell himself in a sexy bachelor auction for charity. Matt needs to get the truth behind the web of lies that surround the mysterious mansion.
Carrie MacLean needs a career-making break and buying the services of a bachelor for so-called charity will give her all she needs to move into hard hitting journalism.
What neither of them knows is that Perdition House is a haunted bordello and they are already mesmerized by the spirits of the women who once lived and worked there.
They each need to expose the mansion’s secrets but once they make a connection, nothing, not even their own secrets can come between them.
Both Matt and Carrie are cool and competent professionals, intent on getting what they came for…
In a last ditch effort to save their sanity, their lives and their hearts, the truth is revealed and they accept that love found in Perdition is eternal…
EXCERPT:
EXCERPT:
“Matt
Crewe,” he said, “very pleased to meet you.”
“Carrie
MacLean,” she said with a nod and smile. “Sorry about the talent comment, it
was rude. I’m not sure what came over me, but as soon as I walked through the
gates. . . .” She looked back at them, but the entrance to the driveway was
obscured by pine boughs.
“Cold?”
he asked.
She
released her arms. She unzipped her fleece to mid-chest, then loosened her
collar the way he had. “No, I was freezing a moment ago, but now I’m hot as can
be.”
“You
can say that again,” he muttered as he bent to pick up her overnight bag. “I’ll
carry this for you,” he offered.
“Thanks!”
The
cabs spread ahead and behind them as people arrived at an orderly pace. She
watched every car that went past with interest. “Do you see the optical
illusion?”
“You
mean the boughs swaying away from the noses of the cars?”
“Yes.
It’s odd. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.”
He
shrugged. “Like you said, it’s just an illusion.” But his sexual arousal was real
as real could get.
She
glanced up at him, her eyes catching reflected light as it bounced off the tree
limbs. “Yes, an illusion. Have you been here before Matt?”
“No,
this is my first time.”
“Me,
too.”
“Virgins,
then.”
She
chuckled. “In a manner of speaking.” There was just enough room at the side of
the driveway for them to walk side by side. They took it.
He
wanted to understand the colors at play in her hair, see the smoothness of her
cheeks, how straight her teeth were, the level of intelligence in her gaze, but
the on-again, off-again lighting only allowed for glimpses.
No
matter, he’d see her soon enough. See her and know her in ways he could barely
fathom. He wasn’t prone to fanciful thoughts, but he did know gut reaction and
his gut screamed for full speed ahead with her.
Lights
from the house appeared between the trees ahead and they rounded one more bend.
The driveway curved directly in front of a three-story Victorian mansion aglow
with welcome. She caught her breath at the sight, and he wondered what she’d
sound like in the throes of passion. He was determined to find out.
“Perdition
House,” she said. “A weekend of rest and relaxation awaits us both.”
“You
could call it that.” He called it a sex club, pure and simple. But if she
wanted to keep to her own illusions she was welcome to them. “This is where we
part company Carrie MacLean. The hired help is expected to enter through a side
entrance.”
“See
you later?”
“Yes,
you will.”
She
put her hand on his sleeve and looked up at him. He felt a punch of desire to
his gut he fully accepted. “I’m already looking forward to it,” she said. She
licked her lips, and the power of the simple gesture undid him.
He
headed across the drive before he dragged her into the well-tended rose bushes.
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Bonnie Edwards lives with her husband and pets on the rainy
coast of British Columbia. She believes life should be lived with joy. That joy
shows up in her earthy, irreverent love stories. Bonnie uses long hikes to
bounce ideas off her husband and her standard poodle, who almost always agrees
with her.
She has written novels, novellas and short stories for
Carina Press, Harlequin, Kensington Books and Robinson (UK) although now she
publishes her work herself.
Sometimes her stories have a paranormal twist, likes curses
and ghosts, other times not. But they’re always entertaining and guarantee a
happy ending.
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