Lost Souls [Circus Diabolique] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Crymsyn Hart
eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: [Menage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Paranormal Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Multiple Partners Sharing, BDSM] Selena moved into her new house. On her first night there she is awakened by Donavan pleading for help. He is trapped on the other side of her mirror. Something inside of her is motivated to find a way to free him. When she touches the glass, there is an instant connection between the two of them. However, what she doesn't know is that an ancient evil possesses Donavan in the guise of a demonic jester who wants her soul. Donavan tells her to flee the house and forget about him, but Selena can't. When she is vulnerable, the jester breaks through her dreams, enticing and tasting her with his power. Will Selena be able to free the man she loves? Or will the jester's influence take root in her soul? Only time will tell, and there isn't much of it left. [Erotic Fantasy Paranormal Menage a Trois Romance. Warning: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc./Menage Amour, Published: 2009, 2009
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2010
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Selena stared at the empty house with a box in her hand. Everything she had wanted to salvage was in it. Hardly anything remained of Trevor, her husband. They had been happy when they looked at the big old house at the end of the cul de sac with plenty of open space all around it. The woods and fields next to the house were a plus. The location reminded her of the place she had grown up.
She had fallen in love with the house, seeing so much potential for the family they had planned. Trevor saw the potential office in the attic, where he could work on the novel he perpetually hacked away at once or twice a month. Selena remembered arguing with him that he would never finish the book because he always had three or four other projects going at the same time. He never completed any of them so she had learned quite a lot about home repair in the past three years of their marriage because it took so much prodding for her husband, who was a carpenter, to get them done.
Selena shifted the weight of the box, realizing now they would never get the deck on the back of the house and Trevor would never finish his book. Tears burned her eyes while she stared at their dream home.
Just after they had bought the house, Trevor had been working on a job when one of the heavy beams he was helping lift hit him on the head, killing him instantly. It was a closed casket funeral. Selena had demanded to see him, but the doctors wouldn't let her due to the severity of the injury. Later at the funeral home, she had stolen a glimpse of him to say good-bye. The mortician had tried to reconstruct his skull, but it was still misshapen. Selena wished she never looked.
The funeral was long and she was a zombie for the next three months. Her friends even stopped coming around to make sure she was okay. By then, she had to tell herself it was okay to get up every morning and function because she was still alive. She still had to get by no matter how much the ache in her soul ate away at her.
Selena contemplated putting their new house back on the market, but she knew how much her husband loved the place and decided to take a leap of faith. Maybe a fresh start was what she needed. She gave up the rented paradise with its lime green and pink walls, sold most of their belongings, and started her drive across the state to Crow's Creek where she was a new resident.
Now Selena slipped the key into the old lock and it went in with ease. She held her breath. Part of her wondered if Trevor was playing a joke on her the way he used to do, and when she opened the door he would be standing there, naked. A smile tugged on her lips thinking of the many times she came home, weary and feeling like hell, to find him completely nude, leaning on the doorway with a drink in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other. The gesture was one of the things she loved about him.
Everyone adored Trevor. He had so many girlfriends when they first met, Selena was surprised he had chosen her out of the lot in college. But he told her she was something special. Once they met, he got rid of all his girlfriends. Selena even befriended many of them, including Phoebe, who had dated Trevor for the first two years of college until she discovered she was gay.
The door opened soundlessly on well-oiled hinges. The movers delivered her belongings more than a week ago. Bubble wrap was still on the futon, but she collapsed onto it, not caring about the small explosion filling her ears. The plastic wrapping was somewhat comfortable, too. Now that her journey was done, the weight of all the months came crashing down around her. Before she knew it, her eyes closed from exhaustion and she slept.
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"Please, help me!"
Selena opened her eyes to the whisper.
"Trevor?" she asked, not realizing she had said his name out loud. She listened, but didn't hear anything more. Shaking her head, she decided it was time to get up. Her body was stiff. It was dark out and the front door was still open. A flash of fear moved through her. Had someone gotten into the house and was playing a trick on her? She swallowed dryly, looking around for some kind of a weapon. The house was silent. The night had made it damp and cool. A breeze floated through the house and the draft caused the door to slam shut.
She screamed at the sudden bang. Realizing how silly she was, Selena started laughing with her hand over her racing heart. Get a grip, Selena. There's no one there. I bet there's no crime in this small town. You've been through a lot and no need to let yourself get impressionable when the only thing in the house might be a stray cricket.
"Please, help me."
Selena did a one eighty. The voice was not her imagination. Someone was in the house, and it sounded like a man. His voice sounded faint coming from upstairs. Maybe he came in and got hurt while I was asleep.
Selena hadn't explored that part of the house yet since she intended to sleep on the futon and not even venture upstairs unless she had to pee. The thought of being alone in the bed caused her soul to ache. During her drive, she had made up her mind she was going to sleep downstairs until she got used to the house and being alone. Alone and lost--that was how she felt at that moment. If Trevor was there, he would have gone upstairs and taken care of the situation.
Quietly, she tried the light switch at the end of the stairway. After flicking it a few times, she remembered she hadn't had the power turned on yet. She didn't have a flashlight handy, so she pulled out her cell phone from her jeans pocket. The illumination from the phone gave her enough light to see. She bit her lip and stared up the stairs. No way am I going up there without something.
She tiptoed into the kitchen and grabbed one of her knives, and clutching the handle in her free hand she went to face the voice. When her foot hit the first wooden step, it creaked and echoed throughout the house. Selena heard something drop and roll across the floor. Next came the sound of jingling bells. Halfway up the stairs, her heart jumped between her throat and her stomach. Her grip tightened on the knife. Her flesh broke out in goose bumps. She was never one for horror movies, but now she was living out the scene of one.
Trevor, if you can hear me, I'm going to kill you for dying.
At the top of the stairs, Selena peered around the doorway. There was nothing in the first bedroom except warped floorboards. She even checked the shadows to be sure they were empty. She went into the room and stared out the window. Blurry shapes moved in the field below. When she blinked, they were gone. Her cell phone beeped, signaling it was running low on batteries.
She closed the phone and then decided to tackle the master bedroom. Selena listened and heard soft tapping on glass coming from the other room. In the hall, everything was dark so she opened her cell phone again. Damn, the battery. I'll charge it again in the morning.
When she got into the master bedroom, she noticed the large full length mirror Trevor had made for her for their last anniversary. She saw one in an antique shop and really wanted it. Phoebe was with her and tried to coax Selena into buying the glass, but she didn't want to spend the money. Phoebe told Trevor about the mirror and he replicated it in his workshop. When Selena arrived home one night, it was sitting in their bedroom with a great red bow on it. Trevor was in the bed, naked, with champagne, two glasses, restraints on the bedposts, and a red bow around his hard cock. She smiled at the image and the love making they had after that. He tied her to the bed to make her "pay" for her new gift. It had been one of the best nights of her life.
When her eyes moved over the mirror, she saw the empty bed. The light in her cell phone was about dead so she turned it off and sat on the bare mattress. She ran her hand over the place where her husband used to sleep. The fear faded away. There was no one in the house with her. She eased her grip on the weapon and let it rest on the bed. Whatever it was, whoever it was, could be left over from her fading dream she had about Trevor. The move and being awake in the middle of the night were playing with her mind.
"Please, help me," whispered a man. This time the voice was in the same room with her.
Selena turned around slowly, and grasped for the knife. The fear, which she thought was gone, doubled in its intensity. In the mirror was a man surrounded by a neon green glow, reaching out to her. He had dark hair, tan skin, and dark green eyes. Half of his face was covered by his hair. He was dressed in a white and green harlequin outfit from another century. Hypnotized, she went to the mirror. The guy was handsome. Something about him tugged on her heart. He seemed familiar to her, like Trevor had been when she first met him.
She didn't believe in the supernatural or things that went bump in the night. Granted, she believed in angels and beings who watched over her, but nothing to make her worry. Her mirror had never done this at the other house.
"Help me!" The plea came again from his lips. The look in his eyes was one of pure agony. He was trapped, and lost like she was.
"How can I help you?" she asked the man in the mirror.
"Free me from this never ending hell. The original mirror was shattered. Help me before he comes back."
Selena stared into the mirror, noticing that it didn't reflect her or the clothes strewn about the room behind her. He seemed to be in a cramped space. "Before who comes back? Where are you?"
"No time! He's herrree--" the word was drawn out into a garbled groan. The man covered his face and bent down. A pang of worry went through Selena. What is going on? Somehow this man was hurt and needed her help. She inched closer to the mirror, reaching out to touch the glass. The knife clattered to the floor.
When her hand was inches from the surface, the man jumped and uncovered his face. He pressed it up against the glass, trying to get through. However, he was no longer the image Selena had first seen. Instead of the handsome stranger, in his stead was a Jester with a white painted face, jagged brown teeth, no hair, and glowing green fire filled his eyes. His suit was now dirty and torn. Bony fingers stuck out through holes in his white gloves. He belonged in a living dead circus. A scream escaped her lips while she backed away from the mirror.
"You can't have him, bitch! He's mine. MINE!" the entity yelled. He stepped away from his side of the mirror and made a running leap, trying to crash through it. Selena instinctively covered her face with her arms and cowered on the floor. However, no spray of glass hit her, only a thud, and then the sound of pounding on heavy glass.
When she peeked through her arms, the Jester was banging on the mirror. He couldn't get through. Relief washed over Selena while she looked back at the Jester. His lips were pulled up in a perpetual smile revealing all of his teeth. She got the impression he was seething.
"What do you want?" she asked.
He rotated his head all the way around cracking his neck, peering at her. Some force pressed against her mind, trying to break into her thoughts. Her head began to swim as she watched the fire in his eye sockets dance and grow brighter. Choppy images flashed through her mind but she could barely make them out.
"No. You can't have her!" A scream rang in her mind and in her ears, and the images vanished. When she blinked, the reflection of the Jester flickered and the man returned. He clutched his head, staring intently at her. One side of his face was horribly scarred, probably from a fire.
"Run. Get out of here now! Leave the house, please!" His voice contained so much agony it touched her heart.
"But I want to help you," she found herself saying.
"No one can help me. I'm damned. I should never have asked. Please go." He laid his palm flat on the glass. Selena copied his gesture, but instead of the glass she felt his flesh. The green glow from around him enveloped her hand, zinging up her arm. A look of disbelief crossed his face. Selena desperately yearned to stroke his skin and see if it was rough or smooth. She thought the burn scar would make him seem less handsome, but it enhanced his features.
"It's not possible," he muttered.
His fingers closed on hers, breaking the surface of the glass. His flesh was warm and another zap went through her while they touched. The shock flushed her cheeks and reached her thighs. "What are you?"
He pulled his hand away, leaving Selena empty again. "I can't believe it, but if it's true he will try to have you. Leave this place before it's too late. The boundary is the woods. He cannot move past there." Without another word, his face contorted in pain again. A scream came from his lips. When he turned back to her, his face was half his and half the Jester's. The Jester was winning. The Jester pushed against the glass and it sounded like it was going to crack. Selena yanked her hand away. The amused smile disappeared and his features contorted into an expression of pure hatred.
"You will pay!" the thing said. Then the Jester was gone. A sudden wind blew up, whirling papers around her. Selena looked up. Flyers fell from an empty ceiling. Terror encompassed her. She backed out of the bedroom, running down the stairs and out the door. She didn't bother to lock it, but got back into the car and stared at the house, not believing what had happened to her. For a long time she didn't move and wondered if the Jester was somehow going to get out of the mirror. She studied the windows of the house and from her bedroom window she thought she saw the Jester's face staring down at her. When dawn finally eased over the horizon, she drifted off to sleep with the off key melody of Circus Calliope playing in her head and the maniacal laughter of the Jester purring next to her ear.