Thursday, 24 July 2014

Seductive Shadows

Charlie is a passionate, sensually-inspired art student, desperately seeking an escape from the abusive past that haunts her and a tragic accident that emptied her heart. Scarred and unable to love, her yearning for physical pleasure leads her into a tantalizing, dangerous world of power and seduction. The anonymity of the deal offers security; the money brings financial freedom and the madam is the mother figure she longs for.

But the thrill of the mansion and its arousing dominance quickly fades when she meets renowned-yet-mysterious Cameron Hardy, whose intense baby blue eyes send a nervous flutter through her core. Cameron is sexy, and not in a subtle way. He stimulates Charlie’s art, her intellect and her desires. Just as he begins to break through her emotional boundaries, she discovers a devastating connection between her past and her scandalous work at the mansion, shattering everything she thought to be true.

Provocative, intoxicating and erotic, Seductive Shadows is the unforgettable tale of a young woman’s self-discovery as she learns to forgive, to love and be loved, and to find redemption amidst a remarkable journey that will captivate your mind and stimulate your soul.

This book is for mature audiences. It contains explicit language and sexual content.

 “We had only kissed once, but I knew what he could give me would be enough for me to never crave anything from another man again. And I knew this because it wasn’t just his body that I desired; I wanted his words, his thoughts and his tears. I hungered for his imagination.”

The breath he exhaled trickled inside my collar and down my neck. “Tell me your name,” he said a little louder. There wasn’t any anger in his tone. Just desire.
He dipped his head, his lips stopping just above my earlobe. His fingers traced the skin below my jaw. I expected words to come out of his mouth, but instead it was a tiny moan. A breeze of cold air rushed against me as he moved over to the bed. He sat on the edge, unknotting his tie before resting his hands on the mattress.
“Come to me.”
I stepped past the pole and around the end of the bed. His commands, the way he expected to be obeyed, enticed me. They weren’t cruel or threatening; his voice, his words, his whole persona was deliberate and inviting. The need from my other sexual partners had often been a turn off, but Jay’s tone was just the opposite.
“Slowly,” he said.
With my chin pointed down, hair falling over my cheeks, I looked up at him as though he were my master. If this was the role I needed to take tonight to impress Victoria and make her proud, I was ready to abide. Our eyes met, and his breath quickened. I bit my bottom lip and took a step forward. My toes danced over a broken slab of mirror, pausing for several seconds, and I took another. Landing just a foot from his lap, my fingers caressed the buttons of his shirt. When I got to the bottom, I started back up.
“Take it off,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine.
I pushed his top button through the hole.
“No,” he said quickly. “Yours.”
My fingers circled around the top buttons of my shirt, popping them through their holes. As I got lower I shimmied my shoulders out of the collar, and the shirt fell to my chest. With my breasts still hidden, I hesitated.
His mouth opened. “Drop it. Now.”
His impatience was sexy; his demands caused everything below my stomach to soften as the fluttering increased. His voice was as nerve-wracking as it was arousing.
I pulled the shirt open, rubbing the fabric over my nipples, making them even harder as they pushed through the thin cotton. I watched the shirt fall to the floor. It floated so slowly and gracefully in its descent. I kept my eyes lowered as I dipped my fingers into the waist of my panties, running the width of my stomach.
“Now those.”

I’m a New Englander at heart and now a Floridian, inspired by the sandy beaches and hot pink sunsets of Sarasota. As a writer of erotic romance, new adult and literary fiction, I tap a mainstream appeal and shake worldwide taboos, taking my readers on a dark, harrowing, and breathtaking journey. When I’m not nose deep in my laptop, I’m scouring for chocolate, traveling, reading, or walking my four-legged children.


Phantom Bigfoot is ba-aaack!

You all know I'm a Bigfoot babe right? I have read every book in the series and each one gets better and better! They are quirky, off beat and completely unique! Even though I like books with a bit more realism, Phantom Bigfoot has it's realistic moments, but promises an escape like no other.

Sooooooo, please meet Phantom Bigfoot himself...

The tourist town of Big Beaver in the Shasta Cascade has seen its fair share of weird events lately - teenager abducted by a Bigfoot, swarms of bats, sexy space vampires and Phantom Bigfoot. Duane Dexter aka Phantom Bigfoot is the town superhero who can shift at will into a WereBigfoot. He has been altered by aliens to protect a tribe of Bigfoot, but this task becomes more problematic the closer he gets to completing the big mother of all tasks. The aliens must have Sheriff Louise Jessop hitched to Agent Virgil Tuckerwood in two days time when the Lover’s Moon is at its peak. Okay, no pressure or anything.

After a tune-up by Ursula, mistress of the galaxy, Duane-o the no-brain-o sets about this almost impossible task. Problem one - Lou and Virgil love each other but due to Virgil’s anal attitude neither will make the first move. Problem two - how in hell is he gonna get them to drink the Jooobaaa, a potent brew fermented from special wacky fungus that facilitates the shape-shifting abilities? Problem three - not to mention ask them kindly to take a dip in a designated love pool which will also activate their alien DNA. All this rests on Duane’s teenage shoulders. But just when things are looking good, an old girlfriend, Lita, turns up with a set of problems that only he can solve as superhero Phantom Bigfoot. All thoughts of his love matching go out the nearest window as Lita sets her sights on Duane.

But every now and then, Duane must let off steam. He forgets his duties and decides to prank the haunted house. Phantom Bigfoot enlists the help of his best friend and town snoop, MB. A really dumbass move if ever there was one, for they awaken The Joker, the ghost of a horror actor once famous in the 1920-50s. And The Joker is a might pissed at the two scoundrels for his ancient curse has not been solved. The ghost does everything possible to foil Duane’s plans. Mayhem and chaos descends upon the town like nothing ever seen before.

So Duane and his trusty sidekick, MB team up and take on The Joker who inflicts his own brand of practical jokes on those who have not set the town to rights by his standards. Until the riddle of the town name has been solved there will be more tomfoolery. Meanwhile, Lou and Virgil go at it as two star-crossed lovers tend to - at each other’s throats, mistrusting their instincts at every opportunity. But Duane’s romantic streak gets the better of him and slowly he reels them in and uses the Jooobaaa to cast the perfect love spell on the two idiots. Bummer! He is foiled again by The Joker who manages to split up the happy couple with his devious pranks. With only a few hours remaining until the designated Lover’s Moon, Duane must get Lou and Virgil hitched Bigfoot style, appease the pesky ghost and sort out Lita’s problems or suffer dire consequences. It’s no biggie.

The Character

Hi there, I’m Duane Dexter. As you can see I’m a tall SOB and going for that Brad Pitt look from the original Dallas series, if I ever shaved that is. I live all alone (big sigh) in a cabin in the woods (I have my reasons), love my friends, they love me back, oh and BTW I’m the superhero of my town Big Beaver. I love to dress up as Phantom Bigfoot (my Bigfoot duds don’t come cheap) to tease the law, perform at hen parties (not like that) and sing a song or two at the local bar and grill. But I have a big secret, so big some of my friends, especially that snoop MB, might not be able to handle it.
     My early teen years were riddled with bullying from older boys who declared me a freakin’ weirdo. Many times they used me as a floor mop on the toilet facilities. Okay, I have to admit I am a freakin’ weirdo and to avenge the bullying I played despicable pranks on said bullies. Snort! Each prank progressed from a simple itching powder in the hand blow-drier to cling-film stretched across the toilet to invisible crime paint on the toilet seats. To see Dwight’s purple butt was a joy to behold.
     Then on my 18th birthday all that changed. I went from bully-bait to Phantom Bigfoot, all-round superhero, the apple of every girl’s eye (not bragging, honest) and Guardian of the forest creatures. The bullies left me alone for fear of a thorough whooping as I became a muscle-bound babe-attractor. My old man, Sam, explained what I had become - a WereBigfoot (WTF?) apparently altered by Swedish-looking aliens from the planet Abba (You What!). He told me I must drink the magic Jooobaaa happy juice to enhance my newfound abilities. Dad then left me in the lurch so to speak to join his Bigfoot brethren in the far north forest. Wooo-woooo-woooooo!
     I have to admit I love donning my Bigfoot duds, become Phantom Bigfoot protector of the Bigfoot tribe, healer of wounded animals and most of all go all out bonkers as the Phantom Bigfoot Bather. My pranking the local law enforcement knows no bounds in gross-outness. But I also have a romantic streak a mile wide and do my best to get Sheriff Louise Harper hitched to FBI Agent Virgil Tuckerwood. Not so easy a task as both blame the other for their problems - just get a room! Hard as I try to get these lovebirds in the sack, I’m always thwarted by mysterious happenings - a teenager is abducted by Bigfoot - space vampires invade my town and an infamous ghost goes berserk and demands an ancient feud be solved.
     There’s not much time to relax these days. My huge hairy hands are full solving Big Beaver’s problems and pranking the law. As always, Phantom Bigfoot abides.   

The Author

Paranormal author Simon Okill lives in a South Wales coastal town with his wife where he is currently writing about the crazy adventures of Phantom Bigfoot and his tribe of Bigfoot Babes. Phantom Bigfoot Strikes Again is book one of a YA adventure series, Phantom Bigfoot Series, followed by Phantom Bigfoot & The Vampettes From Venus and now Book 3 Phantom Bigfoot & The Haunted House. Simon has also written several other books, all available on Amazon - Luna Sanguis and Luna Aeturnus, dark Gothic romance set in France 1925. 

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The Guardian of the forest gazed up to see a shimmering shape not unlike a ring donut in the night sky. With little choice he drifted towards the spaceship. He prickled as if an army of ants crawled all over his skin and felt light-headed, just like when he was infused with the Jooobaaa -- the fermented special mushroom. It was a warm fuzzy kind of feeling. Bring it on!


Duane opened his eyes. His stomach lurched and his legs had no more spine than a jellyfish. Looking all around he was now standing on board the spaceship all aglow with shimmering lights and luminous threads dangling like Spanish moss. The effect was quite beautiful, he thought.
      With a gasp he noticed there was what appeared to be a command chair, also a curved helm consol and a big wide view screen. It looked exactly like the command bridge of The Enterprise in the Star Trek Original Series. Had The Elders once abducted Gene Roddenberry? Was he dreaming? And one other thing he noticed -- standing before him was the hot-looking blonde Elder called Ursula. And something else too -- there was a strange cubicle of glass shaped like a Bigfoot -- a big foot with toes pointing upwards.
     His mouth spoke to Ursula with a flat tone, monotonous, “True blue, Ursula. I am your    servant, I am at your command … what is it you want me to do?”
     “True blue, Duane.” Ursula gave the alien greeting with a serene smile.
     The Swedish-looking alien stepped forward and hugged him. She smiled and her large iridescent blue eyes twinkled at him, behind them the wisdom of the ages.
     “Am I dreaming all this, Ursula?”
     “Phantom Bigfoot, The Guardian of all that dwells in the ancient forest, is not dreaming. We have brought you here to make sure you are still functioning within specified parameters … a tune-up so to speak.”
     “Okay that makes sense … thanks.” Duane felt a tad uneasy. What if he wasn’t functioning within specified parameters after said tune-up? What then? Would the Elders find another Guardian?
     Ursula led him over to the cubicle which magically opened up and accepted Duane. “You have nothing to fear our most worthy of all subjects.”
     “Phantom Bigfoot abides.” Duane’s heart rate accelerated as the cubicle closed shut. What if he couldn’t breathe? Nice and comfy though, he thought, settling into the tight confines.
     “This won’t hurt.” Ursula pressed large buttons and pulled huge levers.
     Duane looked into her serene face and smiled, knowing he would come to no harm. He looked up and saw what looked like a disco ball hovering over his head. Trippy! Any minute he expected John Travolta to come out and strut his stuff. 
     Where did that orb come from, he wondered? That wasn’t there a moment ago and what is it. “What’s that?” He pointed above with a dumb smile.
     “It is the orb of sensory perception and healing touch. It will detect if you are faulty and enhance those areas used too much,” Ursula explained. “This will only take a few moments of your time, please be patient. Relax.”
     Mesmerized, Duane stared at the glimmering light of the orb. An intense feeling of joy infused him.
     “There … all done.” Ursula used the levers and buttons to retract the orb. She clapped her hands. The glass booth opened with a hiss.
     Duane blinked having not felt a thing. Nothing touched him, probed him. Was that it? He stepped out. 
     Ursula smiled. “You’ll be glad to know your sensory perceptions and healing touch are working well within acceptable parameters set by our high standards, though you do experience loss of memory and fatigue too easily. But as you know, these symptoms are a natural side effect of being a Guardian. Be warned … if you use your sixth sense too much your sensory input might overload resulting in a temporary shutdown of your neural pathways and you will experience some dizziness and disorientation. You will need to rest up immediately and take what you Earthlings call a nap. But I assure you there is nothing to worry about.”
     Well that was good to know, though he didn’t much like the sound of his sensory input getting overloaded if he used his sixth sense too much. “So I’m okay and good to go?” Duane needed to make sure of the facts.
     “Yes, you are good to go. But before we send you back you must promise to complete the most urgent task before the Lover’s Moon has passed.” Ursula’s eyes glowed with intensity. “It is of the utmost importance that Lou and Virgil join the Bigfoot tribe so their perfect DNA can empower our pets with strong offspring. To this end we insist you introduce them to the Jooobaaa before the Lover’s Moon recedes … in two days.” Ursula looked radiant with a fervent gleam to her iridescent eyes.
     “I have already done as you have asked Ursula … both Lou and Virgil are one with the Jooobaaa.” He smiled serenely with eyes closed. His mind relayed images of himself instructing Joey, a tall muscular Italian type with greasy black hair who served at the Grace Hotel restaurant, to spike Virgil’s drinks with the Jooobaaa. This Joey had done every day since Virgil’s arrival in town.
     Duane also recalled the several occasions he had snuck into Lou’s home and added Jooobaaa to her tequila and OJ.
     “No, my faithful Guardian, you have not succeeded. They must consume more, much more than you have offered them thus far … and they will need to bathe in the magic waters of a designated love pool.”
     “But Elder, how am I to accomplish this difficult task?” Duane’s brow furrowed with doubt. He thought -- just how in hell was he going to entice Virgil to drink his fermented yellow fungus specially created by The Elders for the purpose of changing a chosen one’s DNA to WereBigfoot mode.
     “This we leave up to you … but be warned we cannot accept failure in this regard for we have chosen them to become Progenators. Remember the Lover’s Moon … the Lover’s Moon.”
     “I will not fail The Elders … I am The Guardian … I am Phantom Bigfoot. I abide!” Duane’s body quivered in readiness for his return.
     “Blue true,” Ursula said her farewell.
     “Blue true, Ursula, divine mistress of the galaxy,” Duane replied with a dumb smile.
     An intense flash of light removed Duane from the alien spaceship.
     On his way back to planet Earth, Duane said howdy to his clone self. They even managed a high-five in passing in the night sky above his cabin.

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Lita gave Duane a keen look and sensed he was able to read her thoughts loud and clear. So for his benefit she recalled the events that led to her ending up in his neck of the woods, so to speak.
     It all began back home in Florida when she came home from a shopping trip to find her parents mutated into these honking great big WereBigfoot thingies. They sat her down and explained what they were -- some sort of Guardians to the Everglades’ creatures or whatever, especially the tribe of Skunk Apes living in the swamps. Yeah, like they existed. Duh! But there before her was Mom and Dad, living proof of Skunk Apes.
     Okay that had been somewhat of a shocker, but that was nothing compared to the next bomb -- she was to take over. You what! Apparently it was her time to become a freakin’ Guardian thingy or whatever and continue where her parents left off. It soon became apparent they had a hankering to join their kin in the swamps and let nature take its inevitable course. That was oh so nice of them. Like just dump their daughter in the middle of the biggest secret known to science and take over.
     There was no way -- no way at all was she, Rosalita Gomez, ever going to get down and dirty in those stinking swamps. NO WAY! And she let her parents know that in those exact words. She had her life all mapped out. First prom night, college parties, then more parties and shopping and get a high paid job somewhere or maybe she’d do some modeling, and even more shopping. She had a twenty foot walk-in wardrobe to fill with shoes and handbags and nothing short of a zombie apocalypse would stop her reaching that goal.
     But here she was and not of her own free will. Her parents had actually dialed up E.T. Whoosh! This leggy blonde bitch named Ursula suddenly showed up and gave her a good ticking off for being spoilt and self-centered and other bitch crap. Basically what it boiled down to was -- she was The Guardian and that was that. Case closed!
     So she did the only thing she knew and ran away but didn’t get far. Ursula caught up with her. And in a flash, though more like she was beamed up and had her molecules scattered then reassembled in some filthy cave with this Bigfoot bitch called Neesha.
     And that was when she got the biggest shock ever -- like EVER. After drinking this weird shit Jooobaaa and eating the dry version, only it wasn’t dry but all spongy and tasted gross like a dishcloth dipped in cat’s pee -- only then did her new life dawn on her.
     “Got all that, Duane?” She sauntered back into the living room.

Clip 3

Dangling above Duane’s head like -- well, just like a fly cocooned in a web, was MB being spun into a tighter cocoon. It looked like The Joker-spider ghost was about to make spider poop out of MB.
     Muffled thumps coming from the wood-paneled wall drew Duane’s attention away from his friend.
     He hurried over to the wall, put his ear to it and listened. He heard Lita and the others -- Chad, Kirsty, Zooey, Soozie, Sammi-Jo and their boyfriends calling for him to get them out. Ah ha! Of course they were in a secret passage behind the wooden wall, and as with every concealed room in a haunted house there had to be a secret panel or some kind of lever to open a secret door.
     “You’ll never find it, sonny boy.”
     Ignoring the ghost, it occurred to Duane that Lita hadn’t morphed to get herself and the others out of the hidden room. He tuned into her thoughts. It seemed she was unable to because she was scared to death. Shit happens when you least expect it. 
Duane pushed the wall here and there for a loose panel but he couldn’t find one.
     “Ha … that will do you no good.”
     Duane did the next best thing.
     “How did you get in there?” he called out.
     “Don’t know, dude. One second we’re partying our brains out … the next we’re in here,” Chad shouted back.
     “You must’ve done something, Chad. Did you touch something like a button or lever … anything that might open a secret door?”
     “We didn’t do anything like that, dude, honest … all we did was fool around and dance … drink some and ….”
     “And what, dufus?” Duane listened to his friends arguing. It went quiet. He was about to ask if they were still there. Duh!
     Chad continued, “.… Well I gave the grandfather clock a kick to shut it up. It wouldn’t stop chiming, on and on it went and it wasn’t even on the hour. But that didn’t stop it. So I grabbed the hanging pendulum things and that’s when the lights went out. We heard this weird sound like scraping as if a wooden door slid open. And then there was this epic gust of wind and we ended up in this dark musty place.”
     “Is that what happened Lita?” Duane asked.
     “More or less, and Duane, I’ve been trying to get your freakin’ attention for the past hour but you wouldn’t listen. We even tried to use our cell phones to get help but there’s no signal.” She sounded quite miffed. “Can’t even use them as torches.”
     “Yeah, well I’ve had a lot on my mind,” Duane explained. “I guess I was distracted. Go figure.”
     “Hey Lita, what do you mean trying to get his attention?” Chad asked. “Is there something I should know about? Like he’s telepathic? I mean that would be so cool.”
     “Shut up, Chad,” Kirsty snapped. “Just get us outa here, Duane.”
     It occurred to Duane if he did the same thing as Chad -- grab hold of the pendulum things, he’d end up behind the same wall with his friends. What was he to do? He glanced up and saw the spider had stopped spinning MB into a cocoon. Its mandibles were gnashing like crazy. Something told Duane that was not a good thing.
     He called out to his friends, “I’ve gotta help MB first. I’ll get to you in a minute.”
     “Okay, dude, but don’t be too long coz we’re not alone in here,” Chad shouted back.
     “Eeeeek! Spiders!” Soozie screeched. “Get them off me. Get them off me.”  
     Phantom Bigfoot looked up at MB. If only he had some ladders he could clamber up and free his friend, he thought, scratching his balls. A subdued sigh escaped him. He would have to improvise with what he had at hand. And without further delay he hefted the sofa onto its end and leaned it against the wall. Using an armchair as a step ladder, he hopped onto the sofa and stood facing all eight eyes of the monster spider.
     The eight-legged freak gnashed sharp-looking mandibles in a threatening manner. “Solve my riddle. Thirteen strikes the clock will chime and then I will expect another sign.”
     Duane blinked hearing the Joker’s voice coming from the spider’s mouth. Trippy!
Riddles, he never was any good at riddles and doubted if he’d solve it. Duane gave the spider a resigned look. “Whatever,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
     “Drat! I expected more from you, Duane Dexter, Guardian of the forest and all round prankster.” The spider reared up ready to strike.
     Duane acted quickly, instinctively. He leapt onto his cocooned friend and used his extra weight to tear him from the sticky web.
     Phantom Bigfoot and his cohort bounced off the sofa and crashed to the floor. Not bad for a dumbass, he thought.
     Duane gave his friend a quick glance to see he was okay and jumped to his feet in one fluid motion. He wagged his finger at the spider. “Listen up you eight-legged freakazoid … let my friends go or else.”
     “Oooh! I’m not afraid of you Phantom Bigfoot.” The arachnid cackled, clicking mandibles.
     Duane gave the spider the bird. “How do like them apples?”
     Just moments after the words were out of Duane’s mouth the spider morphed into a giant bat and screeched around the room in a crazy whirlwind. It swooped trying to grab Duane with sharp claws. He ducked and rolled out of the way. Its wings became entangled in the massive web and the bat thumped to the floor without a sound.
     The bat transformed into the Mummy and stomped up to Duane. It hovered a foot over the cocooned MB wriggling on the floor.
     “Let me the fuck outa here, dude! Let me out!” MB mumbled with his mouth taped up with sticky web like elastic toffee.
     What to do next? Duane scratched his crotch for inspiration and decided to grab hold of the Mummy’s foot. He did just that and for an extra touch of bravado flipped the Mummy over onto his back where it floundered with arms flailing. “Enough of these games … release my friends,” Duane shouted.
     The Mummy got to its feet and changed into Old Man Peabody wearing a pirate’s costume and sporting a massive handlebar moustache. The ghost withdrew a cutlass with a steely zing and placed the tip to Duane’s tummy.
     It was at this moment that Duane blanked out as powerful images of Virgil and Lou interrupted proceedings. “Not now! Sheesh!”

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