August MacGregor

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‘Lucky’ Excerpt

Following up on yesterday’s post about my new novel, Lucky, being free until Sunday, June 25, I wanted to post an excerpt from the novel. Here’s the start of chapter 1:
 

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Hugo Freeman stared in disbelief at the lottery ticket in his hand, then at the television screen. But the string of numbers had vanished from the screen, replaced by the guy with poofed-up hair and cheese-ball grin and shiny suit.

“There you have it, folks,” the TV guy said in his ain’t everything great voice. “Congratulations to the lucky winners! If you’re not one of those, be sure to try again next week. Who knows when your luck will turn on the Cloud Nine Lottery? Good night folks!”

Cut to a commercial for some kind of drug to alleviate some kind of painful symptoms.

Hugo’s attention was more on the ticket than the screen. Did he win? The numbers that were on TV had seemed to match those on his ticket. Maybe some of the numbers were close. Was there a 39 in the winning numbers, or had it been 29?

Impossible that he matched every winning number. The chances of matching were astronomically against him — and everyone else who played Cloud Nine every week with the hope of picking the five regular numbers and the Lightning Strike number. Thousands of people across the many states where Cloud Nine was offered. All those people handing over a dollar for each ticket, buying several tickets every time.

Hugo had seen it happen regularly. He played regularly, too. Five tickets each week, never the same number. Some people played the same numbers with meanings: birthdays, anniversaries, and such. Hugo didn’t understand the idea behind that strategy. As if luck was somehow bound to catch up with numbers meaningful to a certain person.

It was like driving the same car on the same road and thinking the road would end up in a paradise of sexy beachgoers who handed you a tropical drink and invited you to join the party. But, in reality, the road led to the same Goddamn places it had always did. Same bullshit houses, same bullshit stores.

He would find out the winning numbers tomorrow, at work. He’d wait until Darnell was in his office doing paperwork, then Hugo would pull out the ticket and compare his numbers against the official ones. The numbers had looked close on TV, but that didn’t win anything. No prize for close. Only right on the money got you the money.

Hold on. The Internet didn’t provide answers to everything, but it gave a lot of answers. Would Cloud Nine’s website have the numbers so soon after the little plastic numbered balls were lifted out of the glass box, where they swirled in a mini tornado? It was worth checking out.

Hugo turned on his old laptop and retrieved a Budweiser from the fridge while the computer woke up. Taking a drink of beer, he knew he didn’t win. He never did. He was used to the slowness of his laptop, but it irritated him as he sat on the couch and watched the computer on the coffee table. He wanted to be done with this chore. See that his numbers were close losers, then he could wrap up Friday night.

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The Troll’s Bridge: Last Day Free!

My erotic novella, The Troll’s Bridge, is free through today at Smashwords! (click here) Please only download this ebook if you are 18 years and older — since this is erotica, and it contains descriptions of sex (all consensual, and all including adults).

An excerpt:

Sophie adored how she stunned the troll-man. For his arrival had also stunned her. Again.

“I’m here to serve you, sir,” she said.

A pause, as she imagined her words had struck him like her kneeling position had.

The troll-man strode to her, his cloak swishing. He stopped just before her. His hooded face lowering. His eyes taking her in.

“So serve me.” His words hard as stone.

Sophie trembled.

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Troll's Bridge cover, 150px wideA man dies across the street … A man dressed as a troll visits Sophie on Halloween… A man with piercing slate eyes appears in the house across the street. Strange things are happening in Sophie’s neighborhood. Will the man with the piercing eyes step up and give her the control — and the energetic sex that her mostly complacent husband doesn’t give her?

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.


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The Troll’s Bridge: Scared Excerpt

My erotic novella, The Troll’s Bridge, is free at Smashwords! (click here) Only mature readers 18 years and older — since this is erotica. The novella is available free for one more week: until November 21.

An excerpt:

Death should come when you’re bathed in the comfort of loved ones—all the family and friends you’ve laughed and cried with over the years—as they held your hands and told you everything was going to be okay. And you believed them. With all your trust in them, why wouldn’t you?

“Are you okay?” Peter, the son, asked. He looked at her as if he knew full well that the answer was no—despite what words came out of her mouth.

“Um… yeah, yeah I am.” The slate eyes caught her for a moment before she averted her gaze to the navy blue easy chair. “Actually, no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared.” It simply slipped out of her mouth. What? Did I actually just say that?

“Scared of what?” Peter Junior asked. He didn’t look surprised at all she had just said that.

“Of being alone.”

“You’re not alone now.”

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Troll's Bridge cover, 150px wideA man dies across the street … A man dressed as a troll visits Sophie on Halloween… A man with piercing slate eyes appears in the house across the street. Strange things are happening in Sophie’s neighborhood. Will the man with the piercing eyes step up and give her the control — and the energetic sex that her mostly complacent husband doesn’t give her?

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.


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The Troll’s Bridge: Pirate Ship Excerpt

My erotic novella, The Troll’s Bridge, is FREE at Smashwords (click here)! Only mature readers 18 years and older — since this is erotica. The novella is available for free until November 21.

Here’s a swashbuckling excerpt from the deck of a pirate ship (can you feel the spray of salt water on the wind?)….

Finally, a man broke the long silence: “I will take her.” His voice was as hard and lean as his body. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a wench.”

“No,” the captain said. “She’s mine. And she’s a witch, not a wench. She’ll curse us all if you don’t watch out. You would be wise to step away.”

“I shall not step away. Can’t you see how badly she wants me? I can give her what you cannot. I can give her what she needs.”

The captain drew his cutlass out of its scabbard with an icy sound. Gasps again came from the crew, all of them now staring at the blade gleaming in the sunlight rather than at Sophie’s breasts.

“Fool!” the captain snarled at the man. “Insulting, insolent fool!”

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Troll's Bridge cover, 150px wideA man dies across the street … A man dressed as a troll visits Sophie on Halloween… A man with piercing slate eyes appears in the house across the street. Strange things are happening in Sophie’s neighborhood. Will the man with the piercing eyes step up and give her the control — and the energetic sex that her mostly complacent husband doesn’t give her?

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.