Okay, so I’ve been fooling around with a horror-erotic romance for my wonderful Ellora’s Cave editor (g’day Kelli *smooch*) and decided to go back and read my last attempt, Timeless Wrath. Then I thought, why not post an excerpt to see if I scare anyone.
If this makes you a little unsettled, let me know. Otherwise, it’s back to the rom-com Lexxie that seems to be emmerging from the once dark shadows of my brain… 
Ricki woke. Jerked from sleep by her own force of will.
She’d been dreaming. Evron had been kissing her, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands explored her body. Raw pleasure rolled through her, stealing her breath and flooding her pussy. And then, as the kiss deepened, a shadow fell over them both. A shroud of black blistering heat that consumed the very light around them.
She’d pulled away from Evron, scared. But it wasn’t Evron who held her at all, but a creature of hideous proportions—twice the size a normal man, with muscles that bulged and rippled under red leathery skin. A massive pulsating cock leaked putrid pus from its swollen, bulbous head, and immense venous wings engulfed her in their span just as the creature opened its mouth to reveal needle-sharp teeth and a long, lashing forked tongue. Beatriccccccccce Whatleeeeeeeeeeeeeey. Her name sounded like tearing flesh. You are—
She sat up. The room around her—Evron’s bedroom—was silent. Dark. Rubbing at her face, she shoved the terrible dream from her mind. Or attempted to. A chill rippled over her and her flesh broke out in goose bumps, pinching her nipples tight and making her scalp prickle. “Damn.” She scrubbed her hands over her face again. “What a dream.”
Stretching back on the bed, she roll to her side, sliding her hand across the mattress, reaching for Evron. She needed to snuggle back into the security of his arms and let his hard warmth dissolve the nightmare’s chill.
Except he wasn’t there.
Beatriccccccccssssssssssssse.
Ricki jolted upright, peering into the blackness of the room, her breath catching in her tight throat. Another chill, this one colder than the Artic, shot up her spine ad her nipples pinched to painful tips of fear. Had she really heard that?
“Evron? ” Her voice sounded weak, somehow falling flat in the silence of her lover’s dark bedroom. “Evron? Not funny…”
Nothing.
Not a sound. Not even the whisper of a muffled breath.
“Evron?”
A blast of scalding air smashed against her, knocking her flat on her back.
Heart hammering, Ricki scrambled off the bed, sprinting across the room to the door as if the Devil were on her tail.
And found it locked.
* * * * *
“Mine?” Evron stared at the woman before him, every fiber of his body telling him to get the fuck out of his studio. Now. “What the hell does that mean?”
The woman—Shahla—smiled, fangs flashing at him. “It means everything…” Custodian.
Myriad images slammed into Evron’s head. A city in a desert, a crowned man with a black beard, a fiery furnace and a flaming scrawl of indecipherable glyphs. As each image flared bright in his head, his anger grew stronger. Hotter.
He ground his teeth, glaring at the naked woman before him. He wanted answers. And if the bitch thought she was going to frighten him with her supernatural look-I’m-a-sculpture-but-I’m-giving-you-head bullshit, she was wrong. All she’d achieved was to piss him off. “Enough of this Custodian crap.” He took a step toward her. “Who are you, and what the fuck is this crappy piece of bargain basement art doing in my studio?”
Shahla’s black eyes narrowed and a low hiss sounded in the back of her throat. Do not speak so of me, Custodian. The power in the Form is the power of the Nine Circles of Hell.
“Well, the Nine Circles can—”
Go to Hell? Shahla laughed, the sound making Evron’s flesh crawl. I have so much to teach you, Custodian. She took another of those gliding steps, backward, reaching out to caress one smooth extended arm of the sculpture. A featherlight sensation whispered up Evron’s arm, from elbow to shoulder, mirroring the stroke of Shahla’s fingers, and his balls lifted high toward his body. Hell is exactly where I come from.
* * * * *
The knob refused to turn.
No matter how hard Ricki twisted it—and she twisted it so fucking hard the skin on her palm tore—it wouldn’t turn.
She wrestled with the doorknob, the blackness of Evron’s room pressing against her like a suffocating cloak, a scream trapped in her throat. Bands of scalding heat assaulted her from behind. An invisible assault on her body that made her weep and tremble. Formless heat licked at her ass, her thighs, her shoulders. Reached between her legs and tongued her cunt.
Oh God, what is happening?
Terror crashed through her.
Terror and something akin to—God save her, where was her mind?—pleasure. The bands of heat, insubstantial and cruel, traversed her flesh, flicking at her nipples, dipping into her bellybutton. With every burning contact her heart pounded and her cunt contracted, flooding with moisture that, had she not been in a state of petrified arousal, would have been as blissful as an orgasm itself. She yanked on the doorknob again, desperate to escape.
Escape what?
She didn’t know.
Where’s Evron?
An icy numbness slammed against her pounding heart. She didn’t know that either.
Girl, you have to get outta here! Now!
She opened her mouth, the scream trapped in her throat ready to burst free.
And the invisible lashes raining over her body solidified. Transforming into pliable fingers of oily black brimstone that plunged into her mouth. Her cunt.
Beeeeeeeaaaaatriccccccccssssssseeee…
Molten lava scalded her very soul. Before she could move, unseen arms clamped around her waist and, with a savage jerk, she was yanked off her feet. Flung backward through the air until, meters above Evron’s bed, she froze. Suspended. Back arched in a painful upside-down U, breasts so close to the ceiling her nipples almost brushed it.
Scalding fingers delved into her clenching pussy, seeking the spot deep in the folds of her sex that barely an hour ago had been stimulated to ecstatic rapture by Evron’s pumping cock. She writhed, held aloft by God knows what, terror tearing through her mind.
And even then—assaulted and defiled—her body betrayed her. Craved for more.
Oh God, Evron, help me!
Seeking, delving fingers plunged deeper, deeper, into her cunt. She felt a breath on her cheek, smelled sulphur—acrid and sharp—on the boiling air. Of their own accord, her eyes opened. To stare into the daemonic face of her assailant.
And finally—no force in Heaven or Hell able to stop her—she screamed.
And screamed.
And screamed.
So, what do you think? A little creepy?
