Moonlight Visitation E-Book

Priscilla Laster

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

This is the story of an enchanted visitation that will have you in sentimental tears. The (presumed dead) sister of a werewolf appears to keep his lover (Lizabeth) company. This title steps away from intense erotica to deliver a soft, emotional experience. This screams for a "part 2". 

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Moonlight Visitation

by: Priscilla Laster

Erotica, Fiction, Lesbian, Gothic, Visit, Wolf, Moonlight

Introduction:

This is the story of an enchanted visitation that will have you in sentimental tears. Priscilla steps away from (strong) erotica to deliver a soft, emotional experience for readers. This screams for a "part 2".

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Chapter 1

The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window. A full moon lit her way, helping to guide her footsteps. Though she had traversed this path a dozen times, it always helped to have the way lit before her. Between her familiarity of the path, the light of the moon and the candle beckoning her to come to him, she knew it would not be long before she reached her destination, and then all would be well. Lizabeth smiled as she thought back on all of these secret encounters she had shared with Anthony in the past few weeks. How many times had one of them set a candle in the window as a signal that they were lonely and wanted company? A dozen or more, at least. Normally they couldn't spend all night with each other; they both had work in the morning after all. But tonight was Friday, and they had the whole weekend off. She had to admit, she had been surprised when she glanced out her window earlier in the evening and saw the familiar glow a quarter of a mile away through the trees. Yesterday Anthony (he insisted on being called by the long form of his name) had told Lizabeth that he would not be able to see her tonight. He knew she had been looking forward to it; not only would they have been able to spend the whole night together, but Lizabeth found the full moon very romantic. She could think of nothing better than to sit out together on his patio, wrapped in each other's arms as they gazed up at the moon and star-filled sky. But according to Anthony, it was not to be. At least, not yet. Tonight he was occupied, though he had not been clear about why. He had been very apologetic about it. That was the thing she loved most about him; he always put her feelings before his own. In that, he was a true gentleman. Now, the light in the window signaled that he had changed his mind. Or perhaps his other plans had fallen through. Either way, Lizabeth was much more happy to spend the night in his arms than curled up in her own bed with a good book. She was nearing the edge of the forest when she heard something moving in the brush nearby. She glanced in that direction and froze. Two moonlit yellow eyes peered at her from the darkness. Lizabeth's breath caught in her throat. In the darkness she could tell neither the animal's distance nor its size. It might even be her pet cat, who was known to travel the woods between the two houses almost as often as she did. But she had the feeling that whatever it was, it was much bigger. Then the pinpoints of light vanished, and she could hear it moving once more through the bushes, fortunately away from her. Lizabeth let out a sigh of relief and hurried toward her lover's cottage. If there was a large animal in the woods, a wolf or a mountain lion perhaps, it might be a good idea from now on to drive here instead of making the journey on foot. There was a certain romantic feeling about walking through the forest, but given a choice between romantic and alive, she would rather be alive. Fortunately, she made it to the clearing without further incident. From there it was just a quick stride across the grass to his front door. She knocked, glancing once more behind her into the forest to make sure the beast was not stalking her, then turned back with her most cheerful smile as the door opened. It was not Anthony who answered the door. Instead, a young woman stood there. She was very attractive, with long blond hair that had a silver sheen in the moonlight. She had a very fair face, almost pale but quite beautiful. Her lips had that always-pursed look to them that made her seem as if she were eternally asking to be kissed. She wore a long white robe that looked almost like a nightgown. That suggested that she was staying there all night. That would have been an immediate cause for suspicion and jealousy, except that Lizabeth recognized some of the same features in her face that she had come to love in Anthony's. Obviously, this woman was a close relation to him.

"I'm sorry," said Lizabeth. "I... I was looking for..."

"My brother," the woman smiled. "Unfortunately, he's indisposed, but he wished me to keep you company tonight. Please, come in."

"Um... I don't want to impose..."

"Nonsense. I am here specifically so that you don't have to be alone tonight. If you left now, I would have wasted the journey, wouldn't I?" She kept such a friendly smile on her face that Lizabeth immediately felt at ease. She stepped into the cottage, and the woman closed the door behind her.

"I am Annette." the woman said.

"I'm Lizabeth."

"Yes, I know all about you. You have a lovely face. I can see why Anthony is so attracted to you," she smiled.

"Now let us sit and talk a while so that I can learn why he loves you so much."

Lizabeth blushed, sensing the implied compliment there. But she could also sense Annette's sincerity, and decided that she liked this woman. Annette directed Lizabeth to the couch, who took a seat on it.

"Would you like some wine?" asked the woman, moving toward the kitchen. She had a certain grace, a certain smoothness to her movements, as if her feet did not touch the ground at all.