The first book in the new line The Erotic World Of Paganism by Naughty Nights Press
Summary: A recent breakup has left Ceri alone on her birthday. Her friends, Alex and Fiona, spirit her away to a Beltane festival guaranteed to light up her night. When everyone at the event seems to be a couple, Ceri ventures out for a walk along a wooded path.
In the darkness, the Forest Lord has come to find his May Queen. He is everything she ever dreamed of in a lover, but is she willing to take the leap?
Excerpt 1 (naughty)
“Good eve, little witch.” The man moved toward her, his shoulders wide and solid as molded bronze. He carried himself with a commanding air of self-importance and her inner core began to liquefy. Already molten from the ministrations of the nymphs, she was aching to feel his touch. Tall, handsome, with a beautifully proportioned body, he was completely naked. His hair was a mass of brown curls and a crown of antlers graced his brow. A forest lord coming to claim her on a wild Beltane night. Desire shivered through her, and Ceri felt her nipples pebble with lust.
“Good evening.” Ceri struggled to look him in the face when her eyes kept traveling down toward his now erect cock. His dark eyes were framed by a handsomely square face and his lips turned up with amusement as if he could read the inner turmoil of her mind.
“This a wild night to walk these woods alone, fair one.” He moved purposefully closer and his rigid member bobbled as he walked. Ceri felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes met his in startled surprise as his warm hand brushed her cheek and trailed down the edge of her left breast, cupping it in his palm. How had he gotten here so fast?
“You are mine.” Reflected light glimmered over his face with molten radiance as he stepped in and his lips claimed hers.
“How much further is it?” Ceri craned her head between the front seats and looked at the endless stretch of highway in front of them. The afternoon sun was already low and being cooped up in the back seat of a car for five hours was starting to wear on her nerves a little. She clutched her e-reader in her hand, the latest hot bondage novel giving her goosebumps and making her squirm a little with anticipation. Would she meet someone tonight? Goddess, she hoped so.
” Anxious are we? Not much farther, girl, just keep your pants on.” Alex grinned and smiled at his girlfriend Fi in the front seat.
Ceri gave an internal snort. Keeping her pants on was not exactly what she wanted to do tonight, but it was looking more and more likely. Still, it was Beltane. Images of naked men running through fields chasing flower crowned maidens made her giggle a little. She was up for anything if it meant having a good time and letting the confines of daily life relax for a little while. Well, except for streaking. That was a little much.
“I told you we were going to be late Alex.” Fiona swatted him in the arm from the front passenger seat.
“Ow!” Alex kept his eyes on the road and rubbed his abused arm. “Keep that up, little witch and no flowers at the festival for you!”
Ceri tucked her head down and had to stifle a snort at her two friends’ antics. Riding in the backseat, she marveled at their easy banter and found herself mourning the unexpected breakup that had left her alone on her birthday.
“Ceri. I see the storm brewing behind those eyes of yours. Don’t even think about that two timing asshole.” Her friend Fiona’s twinkling amber eyes met hers in the rear view mirror. “Besides, it’s your birthday, chicklet. What could be better than partying with us?”
“I’ve never danced a Maypole dance before.” Ceri watched as some young men emerged from the surrounding woods carrying a long slender tree trunk. They wound ribbons around the top and carefully slid the trunk into the hole, letting the ribbons fly free in the afternoon breeze.
Looking at the fields beyond the festival site, Ceri noticed it was full of different varieties of flowers. The heady scent of their bouquet wafted toward her on the breeze and as the wind brushed her face, she felt a tingle run down her back. All of her teachings came back to her and she felt the pull of the earth reach up and tether her to this place. She had never felt anything like it.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Marilyn smiled and pointed in the direction of the flower fields. “My family has farmed this land for generations. Here, surrounded by the woods, we have been able to hold on to the old customs and keep our traditions strong. Beltane is one of my favorite Sabbats. Celebrating life and all it has to offer is what it’s all about, after all.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me.” Ceri let her gaze travel across the young men and women gathering in front of the pole that was now firmly lodged in the ground. She sent up a silent prayer to the Goddess that there would be someone for her when twilight took over and the fires wove their seductive magic.
“Come, we must get seated. It’s almost time for the festivities to begin.”
A gathering of young men with fiddles began to play a smoldering tune and the crowd began to rally around the Maypole. Ceri smiled and let the rhythm of the stirring music settle into her bones.
Marilyn handed her a cup of spiced wine from the table nearby and they made their way to the action.