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?
“So, you weren’t ignoring me on purpose. I
saw you looking my way a few times. I thought you might want to run. You will
have to forgive me for thinking the worst. People usually avoid making contact
with me. I think it’s my overly handsome face.”
His lips were smiling at his joke. He even
chuckled, but his eyes conveyed the hurt he felt about the truth, and her heart
ached for him.
Her lips formed a warm smile. “It is
something to behold,” she said and winked.
She
leaned forward and touched his hand.
It took a moment, but he laughed, and the
sound of it warmed her heart. She had a feeling he didn’t laugh very much.
“Beautiful, gracious, and witty, I didn’t
think the woman who married me would possess even one of those qualities.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. You seem to have a
good sense of humor.”
“People rarely hang around long enough to
discover that.”
“Well, I’m going to be around for a while.”
She leaned back in her seat once again.
“Maybe not.”
“I will not dishonor my parents. We are
married and will remain married for at least one year.”
“So you know about that clause in the
arrangement. I thought you might.”
“I learned about it today. My parents would
have supported me had I decided not to marry you, though.”
“I would have understood your refusal. I
was expecting to be shackled to someone as ugly as I am. To my mind, that would
be the only kind of woman who would make the commitment to someone who looks
like me. I was resigned to that inevitability. You see, I too could refuse, but
given my circumstances I would not even consider it.”
“What do you mean by, ‘my circumstances’?”
“You’re not going to like this.”
He lowered his eyes as if he were
embarrassed.
“Let me be the judge of that. You seem to
want to be honest with me. That means something, and it matters to me.”
“I hope so, but you’re not going to like
it.” He looked at her intently and asked, “Are you a virgin?”
Her cheeks turned bright red. Now it was
her turn to lower her eyes in embarrassment. In her exile, she’d tried to get
close to a man because she’d been so lonely. The experience was not unpleasant,
but it was not pleasant enough for her to try again when that relationship came
to an end. With all the talk she’d heard about sexual pleasure, she’d expected
more.
“I’d like our relationship to be based in
honesty. Since you are being honest with me, I’ll be honest with you.”
She looked up into those beautiful eyes,
eyes that she was beginning to fall in love with.
“I am not a virgin.”
He seemed surprised, but oddly pleased.
“Do you love him?”
His face reflected signs of worry.
“No, I probably never did. I was lonely,
that’s all.”
“I would imagine you had all sorts of
suitors. How could you possibly be lonely?” He sounded doubtful.
How could she explain this without lying to
him, and without sounding like a madwoman?
“I was away from home for a few years. It
was a strange land. I needed someone to share things with.”
She hoped that he wouldn’t realize that she
wasn’t really old enough to have been away from home for a few years,
especially away alone. He nodded and seemed satisfied. Maybe he understood
needing someone to share things with.
“Good.”
He smiled at the shocked expression on her
face.
“Virgins are difficult and needy. When you
meet Arun, you will understand my relief.”
“Who is Arun? Isn’t that your middle name?”
“It is my middle name. Arun is my other
half.”
“Your brother?”
“No, he is not my brother. He is the other
half of me.”
It seemed like he wanted to say more. His
lips moved, but no sound and no words escaped.
“He is part of you,” she said. It was a
statement. She wanted to understand that that is what he wanted her to believe.
He nodded.
She frowned.
If that’s what he wanted, so be it. “Okay,”
she said in a singsong tone that should have implied that she didn’t
understand.
He smiled and appeared relieved.
“So…What is it that I’m not going to like?”
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