As a treat for you, here’s a free ebook of an erotic novella: The Troll’s Bridge. And you don’t even have to wear a costume to get it.
No, we’re not talking about Internet trolls here, who try to start arguments. We’re talking about the creatures from Old Norse mythology. Or, rather, someone who dresses up like one.
If you’re interested, head on over to Smashwords and download it… but since this is a work of erotic fiction, it is meant for mature readers 18 years and older only. I’m going to let this giveaway last for a bit, so you have until Friday, November 21, to get it for free.
The description of the book:
A man dies across the street … a mysterious man dressed as a troll shows up on Halloween night … a face stares through the kitchen window … across the street a man appears, who has piercing slate eyes that can hypnotize you.
Strange things are happening in Sophie’s neighborhood. As she tries to make sense of it, her active imagination doesn’t help matters. Nor do her loneliness or her ache for a lover to take control rather than her doing the work for her mostly complacent husband.
Will the man with the piercing slate eyes step up and show her not only that control, but give her the energetic sex she craves?
“The Troll’s Bridge” is an erotic novella (31,600 words) that contains explicit descriptions of sex (including light BDSM), two apple pies, a Mr. Magic toy, a tower room in a castle, and swordplay on the deck of a pirate ship.
His eyes were stone, like the castle walls on Frankenstein’s Revenge. The troll-man would carry her there, with her limp body draped over his shoulder. He’d walk through a grand hallway and up darkened spiral stairs, meager light coming through slits in the stone wall. Up and up they climbed, to a room at the top of the castle. Flickering torches on the walls provided the light. The troll-man slid her from his shoulder onto a raised slab so that she lay on her back.
Medical equipment was everywhere around the room. Sophie looked about the room, wondering why she was there.
Then the troll-man loomed over her. She stared up at him, unable to move. A scalpel appeared. In his steady hand, it slit her black dress straight up the middle. Her naked skin shivered in the chilly air. The troll-man stuck little circular suction nodes on her temples, ribs, and thighs. Red wires trailed from the nodes to machines, which now beeped in regular intervals. Their beeps came much slower than the beating of her galloping heart.
The flat, cold bottom of the scalpel’s handle touched her forehead. It glided between her eyes, over her nose and lips, down her neck, between her collarbones and breasts, and over her rollercoaster belly. Her breath shot out in short bursts as the cold steel slid on her skin. Goosebumps shimmered in the scalpel handle’s wake. The handle stopped on her pubic mound. It stood upright in the middle of her small patch of dark pubic hair.
The cover-your-ass fine print: Any resemblance between the characters in this novel with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The image in the cover is stock photography, and the model is used for illustrative purposes only — inclusion on the cover is not meant to imply the model’s involvement in the activities described in this story. All characters in the story are older than 18 years old and participate in consensual sex. The mention of companies and products in the story should not be taken as their support of the events in the story.