Thursday, October 17, 2013


Until the spooky, icy eve of that most chilling of all nights, Halloween, is here and gone in a half of a blink, we are going to treat you to a haunting, a romance we created just for the readers of Dawn's blog.

Don't miss a week or you will never resolve the mystery of the spooky specter. 

Don't forget to turn off the lights, it's the only way to get the full effect of our haunting little sweet treat.



Mari jiggled the lock until the door of the old mansion finally gave way.  It was one of those gorgeous ole style southern dwellings draped with cobwebs, dust laden chandeliers and sheet covered furnishings, which Mari surmised must be antiques.  Somehow, through, a great-great aunt she had never met and didn't even think was a blood relation had given it all, including the 20 acres of the estate, to her upon her death.  Mari intended to sell it, for there was no way she could afford the upkeep on her special needs tutoring salary, but then she discovered she also inherited enough money to keep the manor it if she wanted.  It was tempting, for she was a loner and this was on a cliff and fairly far from the closest town. 

She had the water turned on, the electric was working, and she planned to stay the week and hunt for treasures, before making a decision.  However, the moment she managed a shower after a meal of canned soup and crackers, the electricity went out.  Not willing to go lumbering about in the dark and find the circuit breakers.  Morning would come soon enough, she lit a few candles, giving the bedroom she had chosen to call her own, a warm, romantic feel.  Looking about she decided to see more of her room.  First, she lit a fire and an oil lamp that luckily still had oil in it.  Then she explored while still in her towel, and water dusted body.  The towel barely covered her lush body, curves that Marilyn Monroe would envy and legs only slightly longer than the modern day model Gisele Bundchen.   Normally, Mari was shy and hid under layers of clothes, but she was alone and for this week, this was her home, and if she liked it, she'd stay.

Using the oil lamp, she studied the dresser and chairs, the armoire, and the canopy bed.  As she admired the room, she noticed one tattered sheet draped upon what appeared to be a portrait, leaning against the wall rather than on it.  Pulling the material only half away, she gasped softly at the painting of an exceptionally handsome man.  He seemed to be dressed in clothing from what she suspected was one of the ole war eras. 

Longish dark hair stopped just above his collar, sharp, sharp golden brown eyes with a hint of mischief blazed from a very manly face.  He had chiseled cheeks, a firm jaw and a cockiness that transcended time and seemed to burst from the painting.  Despite his dated clothing, the artist managed to give the suggestion of defined muscles beneath the man's garb.  Hard shoulders, defined pics, and on very close inspection she noted the extra pout to his very kissable mouth, as if he had been caught in a moment of think about kissing a girl hard and long.

"Cheeky artist," Mari said aloud, blushing a bit at her suddenly rich and very audible tone.  She laughed at first, and then she gasped as a severe and intense arousal invaded her.  Mari usually kept such emotions tightly secure, but her initial alarm vanished and with fingers that didn't even seem like her own, she touched the brush strokes of the man’s painted lips.  She studied the man passed the point where the frame ended and envisioned what was underneath, long hard legs, an apex that throbbed with steel flesh.  She wondered if she had been part of his world, if he'd be shocked if she licked and sucked the straining beast.

She winked at the long gone hunk.  "Pity, I haven't had a little romp for ages.  Wouldn't mind one, would you?"  The words didn't sound like her and yet she felt freedom in that and laughed again as she spun about, posed saucily and winked once more.

She tilted her head and stared for long moments, remembering some of the history of the house.  It had passed through a variety of owners over the years, but oddly all had been single women.  Yet, the original owner, had been a man, a gentleman of worth and note.  Courageous, the realtor had said, fought bravely to make their land free.  There was something about him marrying a bar maid, creating a scandal.  Neither of the lovers cared.  They loved beyond loving and vowed to never leave each other, yet soon after the wedding she had gone missing.  He had died several years afterward still searching for her.  Legend had it that even in death, he still hunted.

"I'm not afraid of a little ole ghost," she had told the realtor.

"From what I heard, you shouldn't be," the realtor returned with a teasing lilt to her tone.  "I heard he is very, very friendly.  That is why every woman who ever bought the house had never left."

It was a strange conversation, and Mari would have turned it over a bit more in her mind but it had been a long day and she was ready for bed. 

She dropped the damp towel covering her lush naked body, intending to be fully unlike herself and totally naughty by slipping into bed without anything between her and those silky sheets.  

          However, before she could move, someone grabbed her from behind, spun her around and began to savagely kiss her, a bold tongue parted her mouth wide, and he viscous assaulted her mouth with brutal, ravenous forays.  She felt his strength, his body pressed hard about her.  She tasted wine on his breath and smelled an earthy captivating scent on his person.  Only, there was no person.  No one at all!

For part two, join us next week!


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