Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) is dedicated to helping clients explain the unexplainable as they experience the paranormal up close and personal. But when Hope gets sidetracked by two obsessions—getting a hot TV producer into bed and convincing him to give SAPS a reality show—she loses sight of the group’s mission and why she wanted to do paranormal investigations in the first place.

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Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) are called in to investigate a haunted bed and breakfast as a favor to a friend. Hope believes the tales of a horny entity pleasuring guests are just a clever publicity stunt, but finds herself pleasantly surprised by the paranormal evidence she collects…as well as a chance encounter with a handsome television producer.

Warning: The Sexorcist (6,800 words) seance seductions, erotic nighttime visitations, and paranormal pickup lines.

EXCERPT:

I thought I heard footsteps coming toward me. I sprung up in the bed, and it was him. The muscular stranger that had wandered into my room earlier.

“Hi,” I said a little nervously, still half asleep. “I think you have the wrong room again.”

He didn’t say anything; instead he sat on the bed next to me.

“Is everything all right?”

I admired how his face looked perfect in the moonlight. Up close and personal, he looked divine. And his muscles were out of this world! If it wasn’t for his big, strong arms—definitely a weakness of mine—I probably would have screamed or thrown him out of the room or something. But all I could do was stare and smile. I felt almost paralyzed in his presence. It was weird; I never froze like that in front of a man before no matter how attractive I thought he was. I was under his spell, and when he smiled, the influence got even stronger.

I didn’t even think about it. I just went for it. I wiggled my body out from under the covers and moved in to kiss him. It happened so fast, I didn’t have the chance to talk myself out of it or acknowledge how crazy it was under the circumstances. I just went right in. He didn’t resist me. In fact, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to him, shoving his tongue in my mouth. In that moment, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I knew it had been ages since I’d felt the touch of a man, but this was ridiculous. Dry spells never made me act like that before.

Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) are lost in the middle of nowhere until Andrew feels an uncontrollable urge to canoodle with a strange, naked woman in a pond. The encounter leads the group to a new client who needs their help breaking a spell that has left her lonely and sexless for years.

Warning: The Bare Witch Project (6,600 words) contains closet coitus, navigation interruptus, and bewitching revenge.

EXCERPT:

Whatever I felt, he felt it too. He wasted no time pushing me up against the wall, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding his hand inside. He rested his fingers on my panties, and started massaging my already hot clit. I could feel his heart pounding out of his chest in unison with mine. As he worked on me downstairs, I pushed my lips firmly against his, desperately kissing him, mining for his tongue and pressing his chest as close to mine as I could get it.

He slid my panties down and put two fingers inside of me, diligently searching for my G-spot. He found it, in a big way, and by the time I started to feel my pussy practically explode, he replaced his fingers with his hard shaft, and started pumping me wildly against the wall. All the while, we continued devouring each other’s lips, as if we were somehow making up for skipping breakfast that day.

Hope of Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) is getting increasingly obsessed with seducing Jason, a hot TV producer, and pitching her idea for a paranormal reality show. When her date with him is interrupted by an urgent supernatural matter, will she get her chance to convince him on both counts?

Warning: Para-Sexual Activity (9,300 words) contains groin gratuities, sexual spirituality, and a Pandora’s box of desire.

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I pulled $20 out of my purse and slid it over to him on the table. Then, I moved my chair back, got on my knees, and positioned myself between Garrett’s legs. I unzipped his pants as he worked on the button. He wiggled his legs until his pants and tighty whities had fallen down to his shoes. I was surprised he wasn’t already hard for me—we’d done this song and dance so many times, it wasn’t like it could possibly have been a surprise. I took his cock in my hands and started working him, yanking it up and down until some signs of life began to emerge. I tilted my head to the side and planted my mouth on his balls, licking and sucking them as I felt his cock get firm in my palm. He rested one of his hands on his leg, and started to squeeze the more turned on he became.

I pumped his cock up and down in my hand, getting turned on by how stiff it was becoming. That is one of my favorite parts of sex—watching a man’s physiological response go from 0 to 100 underneath the heat of my touch. I began to see his chest rise and fall, and my breathing got heavier in response. In fact, I was starting to get so turned on that my ass began to twitch—at least that’s what I initially thought. It turned out to be my phone vibrating in my hip pocket, and I took a second to consider whether or not I should check it. I mean, as much as I was into what was going on with Garrett, I was still waiting for a call from Jason.

I considered the etiquette here: Would a man who is about to get a blow job get offended if the person giving said blow job took a call from another man right before she started sucking his cock?

Despite a handful of thwarted attempts at seducing a TV producer personally and professionally, Hope of Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) is pleased to finally get some alone time with him. Will she be able to get Jason into bed—and get the opportunity to talk about her idea for a paranormal reality show? Or will her connection to the supernatural ultimately betray her plans?

Warning: Night of the Living Bed (11,800 words) contains portable passion, paranormal miseducation, and a sweet erotic surprise.

EXCERPT:

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Hope, but I’m glad it did,” he said as I reached my hands down his pants and firmly gripped his cock. He started to get hard underneath my furious stroking, and wasted no time unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He spun me around and pressed me up against the side of the portable toilet, and I reached over to lock the door. “Now, I’m going to get into you, Hope,” he panted in my ear as he slid his hand down my pants and quickly stuck two fingers inside of my wet, willing pussy.

“Yes, William, yes,” I said as I pulled down my pants and braced myself for the hot, hard rod that was anxiously rubbing against my backside. He dug his fingers in and out of me while massaging my clit with his thumb. As soon as my pants were firmly nestled at my feet, William shoved his cock in me from behind, continuing to ravage my clit with his hot, curious hand. He was big, he was hard, he was just what I needed to get me over the hump until I finally had my time with Jason. And who knew when that would be?

Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) have the opportunity to talk to a high-powered television executive about starring in a reality show. When he takes a special interest in Lauren, will she impress him with her psychic abilities—or does he want something much more carnal from her?

Warning: A Humping in Connecticut (13,000 words) contains naughty negotiations, steamy messages, and reconciliation woes.

EXCERPT:

I pushed him down on the couch and started kissing him.

He enthusiastically responded, his tongue doing somersaults in my mouth as he diligently tried to unzip. He forcefully moved our bodies until we had traded places and I was flat on my back watching him take off his pants. Then he removed his underwear, which he waved around like a bullfighter provoking its nemesis.

I couldn’t help but start laughing. That was one of the stupid annoyances about Ethan that I had come to miss.

“What?” he said as he pulled off my jeans and spread my legs wide open. “I thought you loved my toreador move!”

Before I could answer him, my panties were on top of the heap of clothes next to us, and his mouth was firmly pressed against my pussy, suctioning my juices like some kind of sexual vacuum cleaner.

“I like this move better,” I moaned, rubbing my fingers through his hair as he sucked on my clit.

He mumbled something from between my legs, but I couldn’t make out what he said. I really didn’t care what he said. He slowly ran his tongue up and down my bud, and it felt like she was being woken up from the dead. It had been so long since Ethan and I had been together, I didn’t even care that we didn’t make it to the bedroom. And I didn’t care that the windows were wide open, and anybody walking by on the street could have seen us.

He didn’t care either. He licked up and down my slit like a lollipop, lapping up my juices and slurping and moaning between my thighs.

“Lauren, you taste so good,” he said. I wiggled my hips so I could feel more of him as he stuck his tongue inside of my pussy walls. He drove his tongue deep in and out of me, not forgetting to massage my clit. My heart raced and moans just fell out of my mouth, some just a whimper, others a roar. I continued stroking his hair, watching his overactive thumb whip my clit into an absolute erotic frenzy.

He inhaled my pussy juices one last time and moved his body upwards, revealing his glorious hard on.

Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) get the green light to film a television pilot, so they head to Long Island to investigate the most infamous haunted house in the world. But exactly what will they find lurking in Amityville after all these years? A horror…a hoax…or a horndog?

Warning: The Amityville Whore (5,700 words) contains lusty levitations, ghostly grabbing, and sexual stupidity.

EXCERPT:

We kissed for a time, and before I knew it, he had thrown me on the floor and was quickly unbuttoning my blouse and then my jeans. A current of excitement went through me every time one of his fingers hit my flesh as he took my clothes off. Without hesitation, he pulled my panties down and threw them across the room. He spread my legs wide and buried his face in my anxious pussy.

“I really missed you when you were out of town,” I moaned as I felt his tongue slowly travel up and down my clit, getting her wet, making her purr with the delight of his attention.

He darted his head up for a second, just to say, “I really missed you when you were out of town.”