My short erotic romance, Freya’s Spell takes place in the White Mountain Region of New Hampshire. It’s the perfect place for a romance to blossom. Freya Meyer thinks she needs a spell to entice the man she desires, but Paul Marton has his reasons to want to avoid an involvement with a hot babe.
The majestic beauty of the National Forests surrounding the town of Bartlett, draws tourists during peak foliage season. My husband first took me on a trip to New Hampshire when we were dating. We’ve been back many times since. The area has some of the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen. We stopped at a few of the covered bridges, which were known as courting bridges. The folklore of the area is great for story telling around the campsite. Midnight blue skies, the sounds of nature, and sizzling bonfires make the night magical.
Here’s a few pictures I took last October.
BLURB: FREYA’S SPELL
The passionate, sex-starved witch, Freya Meyer is tired of wasting time with unsatisfying lovers. She’s in search of a man who can keep up with her. Prospects are slim in Bartlett, the sleepy little town in the White Mountain Region of New Hampshire.
A sultry stranger with a French accent behind the counter at the Country Store is new to town. Family commitment and an unsettled past leads Paul Marton back to his childhood roots. On the rebound from a scandalous romance, Paul tries to ignore Freya’s advances, and he doesn’t let on how he falls prey to her seductive ways.
When Paul ignores her advances, Freya knows what she must do. A love spell is bound to cast the shy stranger straight into her arms. With the help of the full moon, Freya’s wishes may come to fruition. Can a lonely witch capture one night with her dream lover… walk away, and never look back? Is there a way to tame a wild witch’s heart?
Freya watched Paul as he strutted down the stairs and slowly ran her tongue around her lips. One look at his broad shoulders and thick thighs made her mouth water. I can hardly stand it.
Paul returned from downstairs and she noticed his penetrating stare.
“Come upstairs to my place and I’ll pay you.”
“Thank you. Do you want me to bring the other items up there?”
“No, you can leave them here. I’ll take care of it” You’ll need all the energy you can get. Freya could sense his eyes follow her every move as she led the way. Happy she wore a thong, she escorted her dream man upstairs to her apartment.
Once inside, she closed the door and fastened the double lock. “Sit down for a minute while I get my wallet.”
Freya pointed to an upholstered, floral sofa, with red velvet throw pillows. Instead of a door, colored beads separated the living room from the bedroom.
“This place is great. I don’t recall it being here.”
“Thank you,” she responded. “It’s my little hideaway.”
“I’ve never seen it and I lived in town for years.” He ran his hand through his hair and smiled. “I’m back to help at my mother’s store.”
“Oh, I see. That’s why I never saw you before.”
Freya’s mind raced with visions of how he would look without a shirt. “I’ve been here a few years. There’s a little rooftop space for entertaining outside.”
“You did a great job of decorating in here.” He ran his hand over the luxurious velvet pillow. His gaze fixed on her. His legs spread sending shivers down her spine.
Freya felt the heat between her thighs. The sexual tension took over her entire body. “I’ll be right back.”
Coming Soon to Secret Cravings Publishing
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Kathleen writes contemporary, paranormal, and erotic romance. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, Joseph, and their two puppies, Chaz, and Luc. Her children are all grown, but her three grandsons keep her spirit energized. She is a registered nurse who works in an emergency room. Her passion for story telling began when she was a young girl. Since her father was a professional magician, she learned how to use her imagination while assisting him with his act. When Kathleen is not writing her favorite place to relax is down the Jersey Shore. You might find her under an umbrella, wearing a straw hat, dreaming of a new story.