The Room Next Door
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : P.M.J. Downing
Word Count :21750
Publication Date :2010-12-30
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-723-2
Beautiful and sexy, Jill Marston is invited to a remote Scottish Manor house for a free holiday. She discovers that the Manor has a resident ghost who becomes her phantom lover. When the guests are being murdered one by one, she and fellow guest, Charles Brent, an ex CID officer, try to unravel the mystery. With the telephones out of order and all estate vehicles disabled by the killer, they are on their own, unable to summon help from the outside world. Life for Jill gets further complicated by twins who insist that she take their virginity before the murderer kills them all. Can Jill and Brent discover who the murderer is in time to save their lives? Can Jill resist the attentions of the twins while dealing with her supernatural lover?
She groaned and shivered in delicious anticipation. Then he entered her and made love to her. A period during which time stood still and she felt she was in a dreamlike state. Expertly, he loved her until her desire had built to an unbearable crescendo. He loved her until her orgasm burst from her in a thunderous roar in her ears like water over a waterfall. She screamed as she climaxed and her juices flooded from her and soaking him, and the bed beneath her. She heard him moan softly and felt his own release deep within her as he ejaculated, filling her with his hot semen, this member throbbing in time with his ejaculations, throb after throb. She screamed again and wrapped her long legs about his waist, not wanting him to withdraw the instrument of pleasure from her. She gave another scream, a long drawn out scream of pure pleasure.
There was a loud knocking on her bedroom door. "Miss Marston? Miss Marston," a voice shouted from the hall. "Are you alright?"
"Thank you, my Lady, it was wonderful," her mysterious lover whispered in her ear and disappeared from view as she woke fully.
"Please don't go," she whispered plaintively, but it was too late for he was gone.