Mason's dark good looks and domineering personality give Kelly all sorts of forbidden fantasies that frighten her. When she agrees to help out at the community Halloween haunted house, she never expects to be tied to a bed, playing damsel in distress to Mason's masked, whip-wielding villain.
Kelly can't run away from Mason this time. He knows she's fighting her sexual needs and he hopes that a few hours of playing out her fantasies with him will prove to her that bondage -- and Mason -- are nothing to fear.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Nothing to Fear by Natasha Moore
"What do you mean I'm going to be tied to a bed all night?" Kelly Long's frantic words echoed in the sudden silence, then laughter burst out from the dozen or so friends and community members getting ready for the annual Halloween haunted house.
"Yeah, sorry. I know it will be kind of boring to just lie there." Lisa grabbed her by the arm and led her through the large living room draped with cobwebs and spiders and bats. "But it's for a good cause."
"I know that. The proceeds from the haunted house stock the food bank for months, but I thought I was going to be taking ticket money."
Lisa, tall and thin, in a black Elvira dress and teased black wig covering her short, blonde hair, nodded her head in the direction of the entryway of the old mansion where the ticket table was being set up. "Mabel Grimes volunteered to help." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Somehow I don't think her gray beehive hairdo and size twenty-four hips would work for the damsel in distress room." She giggled. "Can you see Mabel struggling against her bonds and screaming for help in that gravelly, smoked-for-too-many-years voice of hers?"
Kelly didn't answer her. Strange, forbidden tingles ran along her skin at the thought of her arms and legs being tied to bedposts, even in jest. She hadn't felt this illicitly excited since she'd last seen...
No, she couldn't think about Mason now. She'd never make it through this evening if she thought about his broad shoulders, shaved head and deep, dark eyes. Oh, shit. Mason had to be around here somewhere. She whipped her head around but couldn't pick him out among the ghosts and goblins and other masked creatures wandering about. He'd stand a head taller than most of the people here. Where was he?
As head of the Halloween committee, he was probably out coordinating all the different activities. The bonfire. The costume contest. The haunted house. She'd deal with it if she ran into him. It was probably better to be shut up in one of the rooms, rather than sit where everyone, including Mason, would see her when they walked in the door.
Kelly's heart pounded as Lisa led her up the long, steep staircase with its intricately carved spindles. The old Bartholomew mansion was the perfect venue for the haunted house, with its many rooms and dark, old-fashioned d�cor. There was a rumor that this house on the hill had been a bordello in the old days.
"You just have to scream your head off whenever the door is opened," Lisa was saying.
Lisa sighed. "Pay attention, hon. I have to get everyone else set up too."
"We'll be taking groups through the house one at a time. They'll have to wait in the spider web room. Cool, huh? When it's really busy, you could be on every fifteen minutes or so. I'm going to be leading each group through, telling scary stories to lead up to each room. The doors will be closed until I open them. So when your door is opened, you need to scream for help at the top of your lungs and the villain will charge the door with his weapon and the group will scream and I'll close the door again. Nothing to it. You just have to be ready when I slam the door open."
"Got it." Tied to a bed. Straining at the ropes. Begging for help. Why was she getting all excited at the thought?