Present day — Ireland — The Ruin of Cairnnon Castle
Neve Brádach's final resting place...
She reaches out to me, her lovely cerulean eyes, pleading…help me. Please…don’t leave me. The subtle Irish lilt, even after all these years has not dimmed. It is still musical to my ear. I extend my hand to her. I cannot reach her. The chasm between us widens, spreads, expands the length of the island, across an ocean. This distance between us insurmountable as she remains forever unattainable. Lost but not forgotten. Never forgotten.
Book Four in the Lustful Possession Series is finally here!
Rising from the Darkness
paranormal m/m erotic romance
When mired in the darkness seek the light…
Against his mother’s wishes, Mishel Hewes decides to accompany his “uncle” Arnie Rollison on his yearly sabbatical to Ireland. Not a pleasure trip by any means, but to commemorate the twenty-fifth anniversary of the day that Cairnnon Castle fell.
But once in Ireland the pair find that Castle Cairnnon is being resurrected at an alarming rate, by some unknown benefactor. And Arnie’s first concern is for the body of the young intern he’d lost when the Castle toppled a quarter of a century before. A proper burial for the young woman was something Mishel’s uncle had always wished to provide for her, when her remains were finally unearthed.
Hoping to provide some solace for his adoptive uncle, Mish gets himself hired on the construction crew, which isn’t a hardship with all those hard bodies around. However, once inside the creepy stronghold Mish is plagued by the same strange phenomenon that had once threatened his father, many years before, on the ill-fated trip. Sick and suffering from the horrible affects of the elemental within, Mish falls to his knees, convinced he is at death’s door. But what he finds instead can only be described as a miracle. Or perhaps, one blessing is just another curse.
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Later that evening, after a lecture from Arnie about being cautious in a foreign country, Mish headed down to The Haul. It was actually a boarding house with a bar at street level.
Mish ducked into the darkened club and looked around. Unable to locate Joel or even a crowd that looked as if they might be a bunch of construction workers winding down after a long hard day’s work, Mish bellied up to the bar.
“What’ll ya’ave?” A short, stalky barkeep asked, wiping down the counter in front.
“He’ll have a Guiness.” Joel appeared out of nowhere. “Make it two.”
Mish grinned and turned to acknowledge Joel. “Hey, how’s it goin’?”
“Glad you could make it. I’ve a booth o’er in the corner.”
“I’ll bring it o’er, Joel,” the tender offered.
“Thanks, Quin,” Joel said, leading the way. “Give us a shot o’ Bailey’s and a
blast o’ Jameson’s too,” he hollered over his shoulder to be heard above the muted music and the growing crowd.
Once at the table, Mishel scooted around the banquette, Joel slid in after.
“So, where’s the rest of the crew?”
“I couldn’t talk anaone inta joinin’ me ta’night. Most of ’em have families and
only come out on a weekend.”
“I see. Well, thanks for coming to meet me anyway.”
“No’ a problem.” Joel met Mish’s gaze, just as Quin brought the drinks. Strangely, the shot glasses were not full.
“You plan on carryin’ this one home tonight then, Joel?” The server grinned
giving Mish the once over.
“I’m hopin’ Quin. Thanks.”
Joel turned his attention back to Mish, and the direct cool cobalt gaze he laid
on him went straight to his groin.
“So, what brings you ta Ireland, Mishel?” Joel stretched, and Mish admired the
way his tight T-shirt pulled across his sculpted chest.
Nervously, he took a small sip of the dark beer. “My uncle comes here every
year. I thought I’d tag along this visit.”
“Your uncle? Arnie? You said he was a friend when you introduced us.” Joel’s
Shit! “Yeah, I did. I didn’t think it sounded very professional,” Mish rushed to
Joel’s gaze dimmed and he looked away. “And lyin’ about it is better?”
“Well, no, I didn’t think it through.” With an automatic response Mish placed
his hand over the other man’s wrist. An undercurrent shot through his fingertips as Joel levelled him with another intense stare. Mish was pleased when Joel didn’t remove his hand.
“So, you’re only here for a short period. Why would you be seekin’
“I don’t have to go back. I can stay here however long I want.” Mish removed
“Don’t you have a job at home ta get back to?”
“I can get a job anywhere any time. I’m that good.”
Joel snorted. “We’ll see.” He took a large swallow of his beer then picked up
the shot of whiskey. “Startin’ now.” Joel poured the Jameson’s on top of the
Bailey’s Irish Cream and then dropped the entire shot glass into his pint. Without pause, he picked it up, gave a silent salute, then chugged the entire contents. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he slammed the glass back down onto the tabletop. With an evil grin, he challenged, “Your turn.”
Mish mixed the whiskey and Irish cream then sank it to the bottom of the beer. He picked it up and stared at the concoction.
“Ya’d better get after it before it curdles. Tha’s no’ wha’ you want,” Joel
Inhaling deeply, Mish downed the blend, beyond his better judgement.
“Yeow!” he commented when he could breathe again.
Joel chuckled and the sound went straight through Mish. “Now, in about three minutes you’ll be more relaxed, and we can get to know each other better.” He signalled to Quin at the bar.
Author's Note: Books should be read in order. * Multi-sub-genres throughout the series. ( expect m/f and m/m couplings )
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Book 1 - Meet Me in the Dark
Possession is nine tenths lust. (m/f, paranormal, erotic, ghosts)
Book 2 - Dark Foursome
A foursome takes on a whole new aspect when two randy ghosts get involved in one couple’s happy-ever-after.
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, ghosts, possession)
Book 3 - The Dark Son: The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
(m/f, historical, paranormal, erotic, time-travel)
Castle Cairnnon: Perhaps not the gate, but the very epicentre of hell—a fate most souls do not survive.