The Mystic Museum Series 5
By Loc Glin
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 30,233
Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Categories: Erotic Romance (MF), bondage, spanking, paranormal elements, HEA
On the eve of her wedding, Korina discovers the rumors of her betrothed’s hideous looks are true. Fearing the stories of his brutality are also factual she takes drastic action. The result of which lands her in an alien dimension.
Five years later she is compelled to visit Minerva’s Mystic Museum. The ‘powers that be’ have interceded giving her the chance to change that destiny.
Korina is sent home where she discovers it is the morning of her wedding day. Determined to do the right thing, she marries Adam.
Witches are not unknown to Korina, so how will she handle the curse that has divided her husband into two men?
Adam is caring and kind. Arun is, well, a bastard! Unbeknownst to her they are two halves of the whole man she has married.
Will Adam’s ugly face and Arun’s kinky sexual desires send her running home? Or, will she stay with her husband, honoring her betrothal commitment?
Does Korina have a kinky side as well?
Lester led a half-wild mare out of the
stable.
Her complexion paled just slightly. The ice
in his heart froze over anew. He was pleased that he’d frightened and upset
her.
“Is she mine?” Korina asked in a mere
whisper.
“Are you pleased?” he asked sarcastically.
“Is she mine?” Korina repeated more
forcefully.
“She belongs to the mistress of the mansion.”
Korina smiled. “I must thank Adam when I
see him. I’ve never dreamed of owning an animal such as this. She is
magnificent.”
Korina moved toward the agitated animal as
if in a dream. She caught Conduit’s head in her hands, and the mare calmed.
“We will be great friends, you and I.” She
stroked the mare’s nose. “Today we ride to get acquainted.”
She pulled herself up into the saddle.
“What are we waiting for?” she asked, her
tone mocking.
In one fluid motion, Arun pulled himself up
onto his horse. He removed the whip from the horn of the saddle and let it fall
to the ground. He pressed the handle into Rout’s neck before cracking the whip
in the air above his head.
“We ride, Rout. Today we fly!” he exclaimed
as dust puffed up beneath Rout’s hooves. “Try to keep up, my lady,” he called
as his laughter filled the air.
“It will take more than that to lose us,”
he heard from not too far behind him. Female laughter filled the air. Her
enjoyment of the race was evident in the ring of its tone.
Arun cracked the whip about Rout’s ears
once more. Rout pushed forward at a reckless pace. He heard Korina urge Conduit
on. She does ride well. We shall see if
she can keep her seat. Arun turned Rout toward the meadow with the fences,
hedges, and tree stumps he used for jumping. Conduit should be able to clear most of the obstacles.
Rout cleared the first hedge with ease.
Arun looked over his shoulder and saw Conduit follow just as easily. He put
Rout through his paces. The horse knew the sequence well. Korina followed, but
since she was unfamiliar with the area, slowed Conduit’s pace. Conduit had
never run this course before. Arun was pleased with the mare’s ability. He
looked over his shoulder frequently to see if Korina remained in the saddle.
The last hurdle would be the test. The
first time he had taken Rout to that hedge, the horse had balked and refused to
jump. He’d almost lost his seat. He was fairly sure Conduit would do the same.
Would Korina be thrown when Conduit stopped short?
She would be mortified. He found himself
eagerly anticipating her humiliation and embarrassment, yet he was concerned
for her welfare, for he truly didn’t want her to be injured. This kind of
concern Adam felt, not him.
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