Guest @LisabetSarai shares The Witches of Gloucester

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The Witches of Gloucester byLisabetSarai
The historic port of Gloucester, Massachusettshasaspecialcharm,dueatleastinparttoitsresidentwitches.Fordecades,raven-manedMargueriteandred-headedBerylhavelivedamongitshard-workinginhabitants,makingmagicandmischief.Loveandsexfueltheirsupernaturalabilities,butdualitylimitstheirpower.Toreachtheirfullpotential,theyneedathirdwitchtocompletetheircircle.
Rejected as a nymphomaniac byherpuritanicalboyfriend,EmmelineescapestoGloucestertoworkonherPhDthesis.Fromthemomentshearrives,MargueriteandBerylsensehereroticvitalityandunrecognizedparanormaltalent.Theplatinum-hairedbeautymaywellbetheenchantresstheyhavebeenawaitingforsolong.NowtheyneedtoshowEmthatherprodigiouslibidoisagift,notaliability,andtopersuadeherthatherdestinyliesinthesea-girttowntheyguard,andintheirarms.
SPECIAL BONUS: Also includes "Late Show", a contemporaryFFeroticromancetaleaboutsecondchances.
19,000 wordsGenre: Lesbian paranormal erotic romance (FFF)Heat level: Explicit (5 flames)
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Excerpt
“Willshecome,doyouthink?” Margueritegesturedtowardthe1930’s brassCommodoreclockonthemantel,whichreadtenminutespastfour.“Shelookedsonervousyesterday– asifshethoughtwe’d eatheralive.”
“Well,actually,whenyouputitthatway...” Berylallowedherselfalecherouschuckle.
Her companion gave her an exasperated grin.“Thisisnotajoke.YouknowaswellasIwhatisatstake.”
“Don’t worry,Mar.She’llbehere,thoughshemayhavetowrestleafewdoubtsintosubmissionfirst.Shefeelsthepull,justaswedo,evenifshedoesn’t understandit.”
“Well,Idohopeshearrivessoon.” Margueritesurveyedtheeleganttableshe’d set.ShepickedupaBlueWillowporcelainteacupandwipedawayanimaginarysmudge.“Theicingonthepetitfoursismelting.”
As if in answer, chimes tinkled at the front of the house and a hint of fresh air slipped in the open door, bringing the ubiquitous tang of salt. From his corner cage, Marguerite’s mynah, Jonah, exactly mimicked the sound of the doorbell. Beryl jumped to her feet. “I’ll go show her to the parlor.”
“No,no– letGloriadothat.Wedon’t wanttospookherwithexcessenthusiasm.Settledownandcomposeyourself.Remember,you’reamemberoftheLadies’ WelcomeBrigade.Refined.Polite.Proper.”
“Proper?” Berylgrinned....
AboutLisabetSarai
LISABET SARAI writes in many genres, but F/F fiction is one of her favorites. Her lesbian erotica credits include contributions toLambdaAwardwinnerWhere theGirlsAre, Ippie-winningCarnalMachines,Best LesbianRomance2012, ForbiddenFruit:StoriesofUnwiseLesbian  Desire,  and Lammy-nominated Coming Together:GirlonGirl. Herstory“TheLateShow” appearsintherecentlyreleasedBest LesbianErotica2015.
Lisabetholds moredegrees thananyone wouldever need,from prestigiouseducational institutionswho wouldno doubtbe deeplyembarrassed byher explicit literary endeavors. Shehas traveledwidely andcurrently livesin SoutheastAsia, whereshe pursuesan alternativecareer thatis completelyunrelated toher writing.For allthe dirton Lisabet,visit herwebsite (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) orher blogBeyond Romance(http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).