Romance: Paranormal Traveler - The Witching Hour (First Time Lesbian Romance Taboo New Adult Romance Short Story Series)(Young Adult Coming of Age Contemporary Epic Fantasy Teen Romance)
Book Details
Author(s)Abigail Kinkade
PublisherFree New Life Books Publishing
ISBN / ASINB0153XS9FQ
ISBN-13978B0153XS9F6
Sales Rank202,407
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Maggie’s sexual journey has brought her to another woman for the first time. Amongst so many other sexual fantasies, this will be one of her favorites.
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Excerpt:
Maggie sat, awestruck and jaw slack, as Wynne walked toward her, her long white gown dissipating slowly and unveiling a thin, gorgeous body with a tiny waist, flat stomach, round perky breasts, slim hips, and shapely legs. The juncture between her thighs was practically bare, with thin wisps of brown hair, and Maggie couldn’t draw her eyes away. She’d never seen another woman nude in person, and her mouth watered, wanting to taste the difference on Wynne’s skin.
She didn’t even realize until Wynne touched her shoulder that her clothes, too, were fading away. It was as good or better a trick than Cardew’s, and the light touch of Wynne’s thin fingers felt like butterflies tickling her shoulder. The witch used her knee to push her knees apart, and Maggie swallowed nervously as she spread her legs. Wynne knelt, staring straight into her core, and Maggie grew shy, feeling vulnerable as she waited for the witch to touch her sex. But instead, she placed her hands on Maggie’s knees, pushing them further apart and tugging to nudge her to the edge of the chair.
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This is Book 4 in the Paranormal Traveler series
Excerpt:
Maggie sat, awestruck and jaw slack, as Wynne walked toward her, her long white gown dissipating slowly and unveiling a thin, gorgeous body with a tiny waist, flat stomach, round perky breasts, slim hips, and shapely legs. The juncture between her thighs was practically bare, with thin wisps of brown hair, and Maggie couldn’t draw her eyes away. She’d never seen another woman nude in person, and her mouth watered, wanting to taste the difference on Wynne’s skin.
She didn’t even realize until Wynne touched her shoulder that her clothes, too, were fading away. It was as good or better a trick than Cardew’s, and the light touch of Wynne’s thin fingers felt like butterflies tickling her shoulder. The witch used her knee to push her knees apart, and Maggie swallowed nervously as she spread her legs. Wynne knelt, staring straight into her core, and Maggie grew shy, feeling vulnerable as she waited for the witch to touch her sex. But instead, she placed her hands on Maggie’s knees, pushing them further apart and tugging to nudge her to the edge of the chair.
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