Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set by Lola Swain, Ava Ayers

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    I closed my eyes, I could not bear it. But as my eyes were
frozen open on my body, so too were they on my spirit.
    “Right here?” Brandt said. “Next to her?”
    “Why not?” Nellie said and removed her blouse. “You like
nasty and freaky. What could be nastier and freakier? Look, her eyes are open.
It’s like a ménage à trois!”
    “How international,” Brandt said and chuckled.
    Nellie removed her matronly bra and her large breasts
flopped out and sagged against the fat rolls on her belly. Her skin was pale
and had a pink cast to it. She looked like a sow at market.
    “That’s some pig!” I said.
    Wrath, rage and revenge, as if the very things that caused
me to levitate to the rafters, filled me to the brim. Vengeance.
    Just then, someone pounded on the door of the suite.
    “Hotel Manager!” A man said from behind the front door.
    Nellie and Brandt scrambled off the bed and whispered to
each other. I screamed.
    “In here! I’m in here! They killed me!” I said.
    I knew no one heard me, but I kept screaming anyway. Over
and over while Brandt pulled his robe out of his suitcase, while he pushed
Nellie into the closet and while he closed the bedroom door to conceal my body.
    Brandt ran to the front door and looked out the peephole.
He wiped his face and took a deep breath and opened the door part-way.
    “Yes?” Brandt said and cleared his throat.
    “Mr. Therrault?”
    “Yes,” Brandt said and tightened the belt on his robe.
    “I’m Mr. Conway, the manager here at the Battleroy,” the
older man said and handed Brandt a business card. “May I come in?”
    Brandt looked down and studied the business card and I
screamed again. Nellie tiptoed out of the closet and listened at the bedroom
door.
    As I stared at her, I wondered if I could drop something
on top of her. I was very high up and if the thing was heavy enough, I had a
good chance of splitting her skull as she did mine. But there was nothing where
I was but cobwebs.
    “Of course,” Brandt said and opened the door fully to
accommodate Mr. Conway’s access. “What is this about? My wife and I are
napping.”
    Brandt yawned and stretched.
    “They killed me,” I said and banged on the beams. “They
fucking killed me.”
    “I am terribly sorry to bother you, Mr. Therrault, but a
guest called down to the lobby and said they heard screaming and crying coming
from your room.”
    “Yes, I am sorry about that,” Brandt said and chuckled.
“My wife and I, we’re newlyweds, you see.”
    “Ah,” Mr. Conway said and looked down at his feet.
    “Just today,” Brandt said and leaned in toward Mr. Conway.
“Anyway, my wife is very young and very innocent and--”
    “Oh,” Mr. Conway said and blushed. “Say no more, Mr.
Therrault, say no more! I completely understand.”
    “Thank you,” Brandt said and let out a long breath. “I’m
terribly embarrassed.”
    “No, no, not at all! I’ll be going now,” Mr. Conway said
and walked to the door. “My apologies, Mr. Therrault. Enjoy the rest of your
stay.”
    “Please apologize to the other guests. And please,” Brandt
said and put his index finger to his lips, “not a word of this to my wife, Mr.
Conway. She would be humiliated.”
    “Never, Mr. Therrault!” Mr. Conway said. “Our discretion
is one of the many traits we pride ourselves on. We live and die by our loyalty
here at the Battleroy Hotel.”
    “Live and die by our loyalty, I like that,” Brandt said
and laughed.
    “I’ll tell you what, Mr. Therrault,” Mr. Conway said. “I
want to give you something for your troubles. How does a gift voucher sound...a
vacation on us, yes? Good one year and one month from today. You could bring
your bride back for your anniversary.”
    “Oh,” Brandt said and shook Mr. Conway’s hand, “that is
very generous of you, Mr. Conway! Very generous indeed.”
    Mr. Conway leaned in toward Brandt.
    “Well, thank you, Mr. Therrault, for your understanding.
It’s my fault