| Author: | Monique Raimbaud | ISBN: | 1230000096495 |
| Publisher: | The Romantika Press | Publication: | January 4, 2013 |
| Imprint: | First | Language: | English |
| Author: | Monique Raimbaud |
| ISBN: | 1230000096495 |
| Publisher: | The Romantika Press |
| Publication: | January 4, 2013 |
| Imprint: | First |
| Language: | English |
Sarah is bored and lustful as she lies on the beach, but she is dissatisfied with Burton, her date. Then she hears stories about sea creatures and the Sea Devil.
She decides to explore.
Excerpt:
She was debating about Burton. They'd gone in separate cars, so she could ditch him if necessary. “What are these creatures you mentioned?”
“The beach closes at sundown,” the man said to her, “about an hour from now. If you walk along the sand and go around that point of rock, there is a place where the creatures visit, and no one knows about it.”
“How do you know so much about them? Are you one of them? What is your name?” She smiled at him and gave a feminine laugh of disbelief.
“Only their acolyte,” he replied, his voice ocean-deep. “My name is Ludo.”
She hesitated. It was still daylight, and the beach was covered with visitors. Besides, she loved exploring along seashores.
She started off and felt herself lightly, very lightly--snagged. His hand had taken hold of the bikini tie knotted between her shoulder blades. It came undone as she walked and fell out of his hand.
She strolled on, feeling the loose bikini top brushing her breasts with each step, hanging on only by the cord around her neck, the wind threatening to expose her breasts with the slightest gust.
She felt she was now an offering, prepared.
Sarah is bored and lustful as she lies on the beach, but she is dissatisfied with Burton, her date. Then she hears stories about sea creatures and the Sea Devil.
She decides to explore.
Excerpt:
She was debating about Burton. They'd gone in separate cars, so she could ditch him if necessary. “What are these creatures you mentioned?”
“The beach closes at sundown,” the man said to her, “about an hour from now. If you walk along the sand and go around that point of rock, there is a place where the creatures visit, and no one knows about it.”
“How do you know so much about them? Are you one of them? What is your name?” She smiled at him and gave a feminine laugh of disbelief.
“Only their acolyte,” he replied, his voice ocean-deep. “My name is Ludo.”
She hesitated. It was still daylight, and the beach was covered with visitors. Besides, she loved exploring along seashores.
She started off and felt herself lightly, very lightly--snagged. His hand had taken hold of the bikini tie knotted between her shoulder blades. It came undone as she walked and fell out of his hand.
She strolled on, feeling the loose bikini top brushing her breasts with each step, hanging on only by the cord around her neck, the wind threatening to expose her breasts with the slightest gust.
She felt she was now an offering, prepared.
