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?
Set up for the teaser –
Korina is back at home. It is (once again) her wedding day.
Teaser:
Korina
ran into her mother’s arms. Tears flowed down her cheeks.
“What’s
the matter, Kori?” her mother asked.
“Nothing,
Mom. I’m just happy to see you. I love you. I’ve missed you.”
She
squeezed her mother in a loving hug, burying her face in her mother’s neck.
“Last
night you were threatening to run away. You didn’t seem to be concerned about
missing me then.”
“I’m
sorry about that. I was acting childish. I’m thir—” She cleared her throat.
“Twenty-five years old and an adult. I have to take my responsibilities
seriously, even if it’s not what I want.”
“Now
it’s my turn to be sorry. I have had a look at this man who is to be your
husband. I’m afraid the rumors are true. He’s not very good-looking. We can
only hope the rest of it is lies. No one can be as heartless as they say he
is.”
“It
will be all right, Mother.”
“Well,
on the bright side…there is a clause in the betrothal agreement.”
“A
clause?”
Her
mother nodded.
“As
long as no children are conceived, either party may end the marriage on the
anniversary of the union.” A tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“I
can have my freedom after one year?” She almost bubbled over in her happiness.
She’d just done five long years in lonely exile. One year of marriage would be
a piece of cake.
“It’s
going to be a busy day. You need to get started. Have something to eat. After
that, I’ll meet you in your room.”
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