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| Author | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Publisher | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Total Pages | : 21 |
| Release | : 2014-01-10 |
| Genre | : Fiction |
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I couldn’t tell if R.J. was mad at me or just making an effort to distance herself so that it didn’t happen again, but I didn’t particularly like it. I guess that was the point. After her romantic advances are rebuffed, things are frosty between R.J. and the new ghost hunter. Luckily there are plenty of ways, and women, to keep her mind off of it... EXCERPT: R.J. held a hand out to Leah. She didn’t take it. She looked nervously to me instead, her hand clenching my fingers. “Don’t worry, little lamb,” said R.J., still smiling that predatory grin. “You know why you’re here don’t you?” Leah blushed even deeper and ducked her head so we couldn’t see her eyes. It’s funny how ghosts can blush even when there’s no real blood running through real veins. Just a memory left over from when one was alive. “Yes,” she said, softly. “And you know why we’re here?” asked R.J., just as softly. Leah squirmed a little on the spot and didn’t look up. It took her a long time to answer. “Yes,” she breathed. “Good,” said R.J. She stared down at Leah, her eyes hungry like a wolf watching its meal. “Don’t worry,” she said. “We’ll go slow.” This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.
| Author | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Publisher | : Createspace Independent Publishing Platform |
| Total Pages | : 248 |
| Release | : 2016-10-09 |
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| ISBN | : 9781539443544 |
Lesbian Ghost Hunters series, now in one convenient PRINT package! When a beautiful young maid is being menaced by a ghost, there's nothing she can do except lie back and enjoy it-until what she fears the most happens: they're caught. Mysterious, dark-eyed R.J. knows exactly what's happening to her. But she also knows exactly how to deal with it... R.J. is a ghost hunter, and she has a particular way of dealing with ghosts--you have to give them release. The two of them soon find themselves on a cross-country roadtrip full of beautiful and dangerous women, love, lust, and--most of all--sex. Included in this omnibus are all 9 novelettes: Wake-Up Call (#1) Carnival Games (#2) Nursing Wounds (#3) Nun Too Gently (#4) Tied in Knots (#5) The Road to Hell (#6) High Spirits (#7) Club Dead (#8) The Ghost of a Chance (#9) ...plus a bonus short story about the ghost hunters! BONUS STORY: The Spirit of the Forest Molly and R.J. visit a national park and meet an absentminded "daughter of the forest." EXCERPT: Xylia sang for us as the moon rose, a form of entertainment that I was so eager to stop that I nearly kissed her just so her mouth would be occupied with something else. I think R.J. had the same idea, because as one song finally petered to a close, she slipped a finger under one of Xylia's ghostly hemp bracelets and said in a low tone, "You have a beautiful voice." "Thank you," she said. "Do you want to hear anoth-?" "How about we dance for the moon goddess now?" I said, jumping out of my seat. I didn't think I could stand to hear another verse. I stripped out of my T-shirt as fast as I could, tossing it aside. My pants quickly followed it, as did my socks and shoes, until I stood shivering in the blue light of the ghost lamp. R.J. raised her eyebrows at me, smirking, and I flushed. I'd never been so eager to get naked before, and I knew she knew it. "What do you think, goddess?" asked R.J., her tone smooth as honey as she brushed her fingers over Xylia's hand. "Shall we dance for you?"
| Author | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Publisher | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Total Pages | : 20 |
| Release | : |
| Genre | : Fiction |
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The new ghost hunter is finally starting to settle in to her surroundings. She is starting to hear the Call, just like R.J. and Valentine, and her new ink brands her as part of the counter-culture she has joined. But when the ghost hunters delve into another new world, one of drugs and delinquency, she might be out of her depth again... EXCERPT: “Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Valentine. My hand was clasped in hers. She hadn’t let go yet, though I knew my palm was sweaty with nervousness and fear. “There’s still time to back out.” I took a deep breath. “I’m sure,” I told her. I looked at the girl sitting on my other side. “Do it.” I could feel the buzz of the tattoo gun all through my body, the vibrations reverberating into my core as the needle pierced my skin in a thousand tiny pinpricks. Though I started by gritting my teeth against the pain, I soon found that I was clenching my jaw for another reason entirely. The hard plastic seat seemed to amplify and redirect the vibration. I squirmed in my seat. “Be still,” said Valentine, still holding my hand. I looked up at her in agony and she winked. She knew exactly how it felt. She traced her fingers along the back of my hand. My skin tingled under her touch. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to forget the sensation, but it was too strong to block out. As the tattoo artist worked, my discomfort grew, until I realized that I was rocking my hips in place ever-so-slightly against the plastic seat. Valentine climbed onto the chair, straddling my hips. She put her hands on my chest and grinned as my eyes flew open. The tattoo artist didn’t even blink an eye. “If you won’t stay still, I’ll have to keep you still.” This 9,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.
| Author | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Publisher | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Total Pages | : 22 |
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| Genre | : Fiction |
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The ghost hunters are working a wedding when they run into someone they never expected to see again. One ghost, three ghost hunters, and a duffel bag full of borrowed toys—everyone loves a good wedding! EXCERPT: “Rachael and Robin,” sighed Valentine. She leaned her elbows on the table, propping her chin on her upturned hands so as to look up at me through her eyelashes. I felt my stomach flutter. “It’s even alliterative. How can I ever compete?” “She’s not—I mean, we’re not together—” I said, flustered. “We’re just partners. And my name’s actually not Robin. It’s—” Valentine put a finger on my lips, cutting me off mid sentence. “Don’t tell me,” she said, her finger still pressed to my lips. “I want to be surprised on our wedding day.” I raised my eyebrows and she grinned. “What’s your favorite color?” “Blue,” I said. My lips moved against her finger. I didn’t try to move away. I was spellbound by her gaze. I almost said, Like your eyes. Valentine grinned. “Code name Blue,” she said. She picked up her tray again and looked over her shoulder at me. “Looking forward to working with you.” This could get…interesting. This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.
| Author | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Publisher | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Total Pages | : 21 |
| Release | : |
| Genre | : Fiction |
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Valentine has joined the ghost hunting team, but there is still more than enough work to go around. The ghost hunters encounter a spirit haunting a classic car and find you are never too old for a bit of good old-fashioned parking... EXCERPT: The sun dipped low over the mountains, illuminating the lake with a dusky orange and pink glow. The still water reflected the sky so perfectly that, if not for the bar of black hills, you wouldn’t be able to tell where the water ended and the sunset began. Valentine unentwined her hand from mine and stood, making me look up in surprise. The golden light gleamed in her blond curls as she shook them. Her hands dipped to the hem of her tank top. In one smooth movement, she pulled it up over her head, baring the pale rise of her breasts over the white curves of her hips. I watched, mouth open in surprise. She wriggled her mini-skirt down and then reached to pull me to my feet. I stood, stumbling. “What are we doing?” I asked, dumbly. She ran her hands over the stomach of my T-shirt, lightly, then tugged at the hem. “Going swimming,” she said, a wicked grin on her heart-shaped face. “Hurry up.” “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I told her, nervously scanning the beach. “What if someone sees?” Valentine turned her gaze on me, dusky desire in her eyes. “Then we’ll give them something to look at.” This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.
| Author | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Publisher | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Total Pages | : 21 |
| Release | : |
| Genre | : Fiction |
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The ghost hunters take their apprentice to the hottest club in town—one where hunters and ghosts intermingle. The atmosphere is overwhelming, but more overwhelming are the tensions rising between R.J. and Valentine. And the new girl can’t help, since she’s the reason everything is falling apart... EXCERPT: Dancing wasn’t my strongest suit. I was more of a bob in place kind of girl. I learned how to grapevine in middle school and I’ve hung on to that skill like a lifeline. Valentine pulled me about halfway into the crowd, to a place where we could dance without too much extra contact. Drink in one hand, she put the other on my waist, and pulled me into her, her hips moving sinuously against mine. I tried to match her rhythm but couldn’t. I sloshed half of my drink over my hand before I managed to pull away. Valentine shook her head and leaned in close to me. “Close your eyes,” she yelled. “And pretend you’re having sex!” I looked at her dubiously, but she gave me such an insistent look that I sighed and did as she said. I closed my eyes and let my head loll back, feeling the heat of the room press itself in on my body. I felt the brush of Valentine’s hands on my hips as she moved to stand behind me, pressing the length of her body into my back. Her hands pressed my hips, gently but insistently, and slowly I picked up the rhythm, my hips and waist making languorous figure eights in time with her own. It did feel like sex—matching her rhythm like that, her warmth pressed against me, moving in time. This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.
| Author | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Publisher | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Total Pages | : 20 |
| Release | : 2014-01-06 |
| Genre | : Fiction |
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R.J. takes the newly-initiated ghost hunter to the carnival, where there are more than enough fun and games, and women, to go around. EXCERPT: “I could let you play for free,” said R.J. She wrapped her hand around the girl’s fingers, where a forgotten ice cream cone had dripped bubble-gum flavor all down her hand. R.J. licked the ice cream, and then her eyes on the girl’s, dipped her tongue lower to lick ice cream off her fingers themselves. I thought I saw the girl shudder, though she was trying hard to hide it. “Just once though,” said R.J. She ran her red tongue over her lips to clear away the ice cream. “And you’d have to do something for me.” “What—what’s that?” squeaked the girl. R.J. leaned in close to whisper something in the girl’s ear. I watched her eyes widen and dart to me. Perfect. This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.
| Author | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Publisher | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Total Pages | : 21 |
| Release | : 2015-02-10 |
| Genre | : Fiction |
| ISBN | : 1310921954 |
The students at Lake Eerie University are used to strange classmates. There are plenty of half-human creatures that roam the university halls, from fae to satyrs, sirens to centaurs. But the strangest—at least in Hanna’s mind—are the trolls. The trolls are brash and forward—two things shy little Hanna could never be. They tower over her in a way that makes her human instincts want to scream and run in fear—but intrigues her all the same. And when one of the trolls takes a particular interest in Hanna, she finds that fear makes an excellent aphrodisiac… EXCERPT: I can barely look my friends in the eye, let alone a stranger. And the first time I saw him, the first day of the semester, he walked straight up to me and stood so close that I could feel the heat of his body. He towered over me, my eyes barely hitting the middle of his chest. He didn’t say anything. Just stared down at me with such intensity that I could practically feel my heart stop in my chest. I froze, like a rabbit, or a baby deer, caught in his gaze, unable to move, unable to run, though I felt like there was a freight train bearing down on me. Then he had laughed, deep in his throat, and left. I had sat down in the middle of the hallway, the cobblestone floor cold on the back of my legs, somehow both exhausted and terrified by the experience. Joy had to pull me up off the floor. I couldn’t stand on my own. “What was that?” I had cried, feeling like I’d been violated right there in the hall. Joy just shrugged. “They’re all like that,” she told me, meaning trolls. “He likes you. That’s how they show it.” “But what do I do?” Joy’s wings fluttered slightly, like they always did when she was choosing her words carefully. “Don’t walk down any dark hallways alone,” she said, finally. This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.
| Author | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Publisher | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Total Pages | : 20 |
| Release | : |
| Genre | : Fiction |
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Ivy's never met a merman. In fact, she thought it was just a rumor that they lived in the lake under the school. When she finally meets one, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to him. Though they can't communicate, she meets him every day. Separated by a wall of glass, she finds there are ways to talk without speaking. But will that be enough for Ivy? Or will she have to venture into the depths of the lake before she can be fully satisfied? EXCERPT: My fingers went to the knot on my tie. I undid it, slowly, my eyes on his. I didn’t bother to flirt this time. I didn’t prance around or put on a show. I simply took my clothes off, dropping them in a pile on the stone floor. He kept eye contact with me the whole time, eyes never straying from my face, though his breathing quickened. This time I didn’t stop at my bra. When it joined the rest of my clothing on the floor, I paused a moment, letting him look at me. I felt naked and exposed—I was naked and exposed—and it seemed as if I could feel his gaze like a physical thing, brushing over every inch of my skin and raising goosebumps on my flesh... This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.
| Author | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Publisher | : Merlyn Sloane |
| Total Pages | : 21 |
| Release | : |
| Genre | : Fiction |
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Lesbian Ghost Hunters: Book #9 The Ghost of a Chance After Valentine leaves her alone and lonely on the steps of the club, the new ghost hunter begins to question everything about her new life. Luckily R.J. is there, to remind her why she started in the first place... EXCERPT: The bar was as busy as it had been when we arrived. The place was awash in a ghostly blue light, the music thumping loud enough that I could feel it reverberating in my bones. The dance floor pulsed with bodies. Every table was full, and the bars were lined with people waiting for cocktails. R.J. led me to the bar, her hand around my waist so she wouldn’t lose me in the crowd. She leaned over the metal bar and yelled so the bartender would hear her over the noise. I watched the crowd, watched the humans and ghosts intermingled on the dance floor. Since R.J. had made me a ghost hunter—or an apprentice at least—I found I could see things I hadn’t seen before, without even trying. I could point out more than two dozen ghosts on the dance floor without even trying. And I could see ghost hunters. They had a look about them, once you knew how to look. There was no uniform, though most seemed to be fans of tattoos and piercings and colorful hair. But it was the attitude that gave them away. They carried themselves with a devil-may-care grace. They were confident and concise. They looked like they could kick the crap out of you or kiss you raw, and it would be a hard toss to decide which one would be more pleasurable. They looked like they knew what they were doing. Once you knew how to look, you could see them from a mile away. I wanted to look like that. This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.
