"When a woman moves into an old house, she is suddenly tantalized by erotic dreams that cause her to shed her every inhibition . . . leaving her vulnerable to the very real, very irresistible ministrations of the man who'd once broken her heart.
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September 06, 2006
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Excerpt from Victim of Deception by Lynn LaFleur
Fort Worth, Texas, May 2, present day
I fear she may be mad.
She is good to me and I believe she loves me. But I have heard tales of her treachery, her evil, her witchcraft. I have heard she is not my real mother.
I must find out. Somehow, I must find out the truth.
A knock on her open office door made Karessa Austin close the tattered diary and look up. She smiled at her assistant, Joy. "Is everything ready?"
"All unpacked and ready for you to inspect."
Excitement surged through Karessa's body. A new display for the museum always gave her goose bumps. It was better than sex.
Well, at least better than the sex she'd experienced lately.
She followed Joy from the executive offices of The Gage-Austin Museum. Walking down the lushly carpeted hallway made her feel closer to her parents. They'd died nine years ago when she was twenty-one, but not before establishing this beautiful museum close to Trinity Park.
"Did you have the chance to read your great-grandmother's diary?" Joy asked.
"Part of it. I'll read more after I've seen the display."
"Have you decided yet what you'll do with the house?"
Karessa shook her head. "No. That's something else I'll have to look at later. I have no idea why my Aunt Grace left me that old Victorian."
"You told me she never married, never had any children. You're the only family she had."
"I know, but I have no use for a house that's over a century old. I run a museum, but I like modern conveniences. My condo works perfectly for me."
Karessa pushed open the heavy metal door that led to the back room of the museum. Deliveries were made and any unpacking done here. This is where she looked at all the items that came into the museum and decided whether they go into an existing display or a new display be created.
She loved her job.
Her warehouse manager, Marco, smiled as she approached him. "You'll love all of these, Karessa."
Karessa returned his smile. Marco was thirty-five, dark from his Italian heritage, and built like Conan the Barbarian. If he didn't work for her, she'd jump his bones in a second.
I can fire him, at least for a weekend. We can have wild monkey sex, then I'll rehire him on Monday. With a body like that, he's got to be incredible in bed.
Karessa sighed as her hormones jumped for joy. They'd love it if she did exactly that. Unfortunately, her conscience would never allow her to take advantage of her employee.