Meet Esmerelda Sleuth. Sleuth is her name and investigating is her game. (Paranormal Investigating, that is.) Esmerelda makes a good living as an investigator in a rather progressive firm. She lives a stable and sensible life until she meets Lance; an old money "hottie" who works for a real estate firm next to her building. After accepting an invitation for a weekend getaway party, she quickly discovers that Lance has a secret. He is wealthy. That part is true. And, yes, he's procured a job as a realtor in the building next door. His secret is that he belongs to an underground society of humans who didn't abandon their connection to magic centuries ago when religion declared it evil and he has traveled through time specifically to find her and bring her back to his time to marry him. If that isn't enough of a far fetched tale to absorb, he informs her that she was born in his time to a family belonging to that same secret society and was promised in marriage to him as an infant. When enemies who didn't want to see the union of families take place made attempts on her life, her parents sent her into the future and erased her memories of them as a precaution. Possessing virtually no belief in magic, ghosts, psychics, time travel, etc., it takes some doing on Lance's part to convince her to believe his story and go back with him. When she does, the lies, deceit and attempts on her life start all over again. Will she escape emotionally and physically unscathed? "The Other Side Of the Mirror" is a steamy-paranormal-romance- mystery-thriller and book one of the Esmerelda Sleuth series.
View MoreI awoke the following morning feeling satiated and happy. With a smile on my face and my eyes still closed, I reached for my husband, but his side of the bed was empty. Sitting up with a start, I looked around the room. There was no sign of him. Memories of Jason’s many sex filled visits in the night while he impersonated Lance - only to have him gone by dawn- came rushing back to me. Although I knew that Lance left for a different reason, it only slightly buffered my disappointment.With my brows knit together, I pulled the cord on the wall to summon Elsie. She’d barely opened the door when I snapped my demand for a bath to be made ready for me. The bed was filled with our sex. I used the time it took for the bath to be readied to burn the scent of it into my memory.I’d just immersed my body into the tub when my mother entered the room. She looked at the torn night gown as it lay where Lance had
Elsie had just prepared me for bed when Lance knocked lightly on the door. She gave me a knowing smile as she swung it open and slid past him into the hallway.“Come in,” I said with a timid voice that surprised me.“I feel nervous,” he chuckled as he strode across the room and stood before me. “I fear that I have lost your favor for good.”At first I looked away. The little girl in me wanted to punish him, but the woman in me felt differently. Taking his face in my hands, I said, “I don’t know how to behave or how to feel. I’m angry and hurt and I truly don’t understand your ways.” I pulled his face to him and kissed him hard. “Don’t ask me why, but I’ve loved you almost from the minute I met you. Devil take me, but I can’t help it.”He grinned that same boyish grin that he’d worn through most of our marriage cer
I awoke from my nap feeling refreshed and in a more positive state of mind. I’d reenacted my attempt to connect with my distant cousin, Anton, and believed I knew what I’d done wrong. I was eager to try again.Summoning Elsie to help me get into the contraptions that they considered proper attire - but, to me, were more like torture apparatus that I knew I’d never grow accustomed to- I hurriedly dressed for dinner and eagerly raced to the dining room.As soon as I entered the large room with its beeswax polished furniture and woodwork, I was grateful to Elsie for refusing to cut corners on my appearance in order to save time. There, sitting in the seat next to the one that was assigned to me was my newly acquired husband. I could feel the flush in my cheeks as I struggled to stop my heart from fluttering all over the inside of my chest as I did my best to casually approach my appointed spot at the table.Seeing me
Magic and psychic are two different beasts, or so I’m told. Since I didn’t believe in either until I met Lance and he proved differently, I was like a child walking in a strange land. My father assured me that, although my magic was depleted, the lack of it would not impact my psychic abilities. They would be as strong as ever.“In fact, daughter,” he said with enthusiasm, “the more that you use your special skills, the stronger they will become.”The handicap for me was the fact that I had no idea how to use these so-called special skills that I’d only recently realized existed at all, let alone in me. The only exposure that I’d had to their use was when I’d sit down and get very quiet while trying to solve a case in hopes that the room or an object would speak to me either by way of words, ideas, or visions in my head. I never considered what I was doing to be anything special;
I was starving. My father was a kind man, but he lacked the sense of proper etiquette when it came to entertaining. Even though I was his daughter, I was a stranger to the household. Therefore, it was up to him to offer me something to take the edge off my hunger. Fortunately, my mother was quick to make up for my father’s shortcomings and a spread that exceeded what I’d experienced at the Northrups each morning was set out. How they came up with such an array of food in such a short period of time was a mystery, but I didn’t bother to question it. I simply reveled in the abundance until my stomach could hold no more.I quickly learned that my mother was not one to mince words or waste time. We’d no sooner been served our food and drink when she demanded that the servants leave the room. She even went so far as to warn them that she would know if anyone was listening at the door and they would be se
Feeling dejected and disillusioned with the Northrup family, I sat in the drawing room of my parent’s tobacco plantation home. It felt both good to be there as well as a bit odd and uncomfortable.I was admittedly stunned when my new husband opted to send me off in exile without him. He tried to explain that it would only be for a short time while he smoothed things over with his mother, but it didn’t sit well with me. Not one bit. I was of the opinion that he was cowering to her. Having assumed that I’d married a strong man, I found this fact disconcerting. The way that he and his father bent to her demands was outrageous. It was the type of behavior that I’d be hard pressed to encounter in modern times. Not from something as simple as upsetting the woman by pointing out her wrong doings.I was even more surprised to discover that Bart and Jason remained in the house while I was sent away.&n
I stared into the pitch of night as I lay, naked, beside my sleeping husband. Our sex was a bit more aggressive and experimental than on our honeymoon night, but it was fulfilling and pleasurable. He’d opened my eyes to ways to pleasure ones partner as well as positions to assume during the process that I would have never thought possible. I found it fascinating how the same sexual acts, when performed with Lance, could seem natural and lovely when it felt so distasteful and wrong with Jason; even though I thought that he was Lance. My subconscious must have recognized the difference even if I didn’t.I surprised Lance by initiating some of the acts that Jason and I did. It wasn’t that I was into wide sexual variety so much as they were things that Jason had done to me and I wanted the memory of doing them with Lance to wipe out the memories of doing anything with Jason. I found the things that Jason had disgusted an
The sun was winking ‘good morning’ to the world as it pushed itself away from the horizon by the time Lance returned to our bed. I had the question of what he’d discovered about the bath salts on the tip of my tongue, but it quickly rolled to the back of my throat as he kissed me long and hard while his hand explored and teased my womanhood in a way that immediately made me forget everything except the pleasure that he was giving me. It was as if he knew my body better than I did. His hands kneaded my well-formed breasts and his lips suckled my hardened nipples in a way that made me wild with ecstasy without him having to do anything else. When he finally did move down between my thighs and his tongue found my sensitive nub, I was sure that I’d go insane before he took pity on me and entered me fully. I had to swallow the screams of ecstasy that were coming at such a rate as to almost sound like a song in the wind. At one point, I covered
I was eager to be alone with Lance. Not only because it was our wedding night, but because I wanted to speak with him in private about what I suspected was going on between his mother and his uncle. I also wanted to run my theory about Lilith’s gift of poisonous bath salts past him.Since I had no desire to ruin the mood for the evening, I decided to wait until after we’d exhausted ourselves by making love before broaching my theory about his brother being sired by his uncle with him.“If what you are saying is true,” he mused, “it would answer a lot of questions.” He sat up and ran his hand through his thick hair. “I cannot believe that my father and I missed this. Now that you have shed light on the matter, it is obvious. There have been so many signs. The most prominent one is the way my uncle favors Jason over me for no apparent reason.”“Now, you know the r
I leaned back in my well-worn executive office chair and stretched the kinks from my body. I’d finally solved the case that had plagued me for weeks. It was a call for celebration!Eleanor Waterford’s husband was a sly player. He’d managed to disguise his activities to the point that I simply couldn’t uncover the name of the female who he was keeping company with. I was just about to give up and confess to my boss that I’d failed when it struck me. What if the woman he was seeing wasn’t a woman at all?Bingo!Why hadn’t that come to me before?Maybe because the photos that my assistant presented to me had Bill Waterford in what looked like a lover’s embrace with a person who wasn’t his wife and was dressed like a woman with a body frame to match?It was a classic lesson for me in stereotyping.I’d come across the name, Frankie Stapleto...
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