Kendra
We checked-in
for the connecting rooms Tressa had reserved for us, but on the elevator up to
our floor, we decided to stay together in only one. I set my suitcase on the
spare queen bed and grabbed the supplies required to call-in Jenna. A sage and
lavender smudge to clear the room of negative energy and a white candle to hold
the space in purified-light energy to guide Jenna back.
“Derek, would
you mind if I take the room for a few minutes?” I grabbed my lighter before I
closed the suitcase.
Derek dropped
his suitcase next to mine. “The Jenna thing, right?”
I nodded,
choosing not to give any more details.
“Okay, I’m going
down to the wine bar and order us something light for dinner and a bottle of
wine while you do your thing. Let me know when you’re finished.” He walked out
and closed the door.
I lit the
sage-lavender smudge and waved it around the room, and then struck a flame to
the white pillar candle. Sitting on the edge of the bed near the nightstand
where I set the candle, I took a few deep breaths and held my rose quartz
pendant. “Jenna, come now,” I requested like a command. The stone quivered
against my fingers and turned warm, but Jenna didn’t appear. I repeated the
command three times, and the rose quartz vibrated for each request. But this
time it became so cold I experienced pain in my hand and released it. The
necklace chain swung, and the frosted gemstone hit against the cotton of my
blouse.
Another vision
tsunamied through my mind, paralyzing my movement as the same macabre scene of
naked people played like a movie. A prickly sensation erupted across the sigil
on my chest. If I reached out my hand, I could touch the woman’s thigh in front
of me. Her legs were stretched apart and tied to a crazy contraption that held
her hips in place for the man taking advantage of her exposed parts with his.
Women and men, suspended and splayed in numerous positions, were secured to the
oddly built frames. Some mechanized contraptions appeared to inflict pain or
pleasure. The sounds and smells of the disturbing sex acts gagged me.
Everywhere I looked, someone enjoyed getting off to the suffering of another.
And then someone grabbed me from behind, a man because he shoved his hard part
against my backside. He squeezed my breasts so hard I screamed, and everyone
screamed in pleasure around me. Another man licked his lips in front of me, his
long tongue forked like a snake, and then he ripped open the front of my pants
and underwear. My body turned to molten, and I lost control of my mind, all
inhibitions left the building. Maybe I fainted.
My body jerked,
and my head snapped side to side. I opened my eyes to Derek’s concerned face
hovering over me. I touched my cheek, which hurt like hell.
“My gods, Kendra,
you went into a screaming fit. I couldn’t awaken you no matter how hard I shook
you. I finally had to slap you, more than once. I’m so sorry.” He dropped to
his knees and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me off the bed.
I sank onto the
floor in front of him, conforming to his body, and ashamed of feeling so turned
on by him after what I’d witnessed in the vision. But my body acted of its own
accord, unrelentingly primed for intimacy.
“Is Jenna here?”
Derek pulled back enough to tilt my face upward.
His question
turned into a foggy memory as our gazes connected, warming every cell inside my
body until all my womanly parts screamed for his touch. “I want you,” those
words spewed from my lips, uncovering my deepest desires with sound. What the
hells is happening? My body gravitated to his, grinding in an obvious wanton
way, as though a puppet-master manipulated me by forces beyond my own.
He groaned and
then crushed me to him. His lips captured mine, and his tongue explored,
lighting a runway of no return.
Desperate for
him, I peeled my clothes off while in the thralls of his kiss, and then with
lips still linked, I helped him shed his clothing. Oh, my hells, I wanted
everything from him. Now.
I pushed him to
the floor and took it.
* * *
Derek
I woke to
Kendra’s fingers wrapped around my rock-hard arousal. Carefully, finger by
finger, I removed her grip and held my breath to keep from groaning. She slept
like the dead, unmoving, but her slow and soft breathing confirmed she needed
the rest. I climbed out of bed to hit the shower, even though my body persisted
with its fired-up mode from our all-night sex-capade. Kendra had done things to
me that I’d never experienced, and I did things to her that I’d never done nor
knew I could. What a bizarre, sexy-as-hell night of intimacy. My head spun with
snapshots of Kendra. I’d never closed my eyes, taking in every one of her
positions and every intimate experience she’d prompted. I wanted her, my body
electrified with need.
I turned and
took in her sleeping form. Beautiful. A cold shower might tame the raging beast
inside my head and between my legs. Hurry.
* * *
Kendra
I awoke to the
shower turning off. Sunlight laid a stripe across the bedspread from the crack
between the curtains. I glanced at the clock, 9:30 a.m., and then sat straight
up, remembering the play-by-play of what had happened with Derek as if watching
a movie of someone else acting my part. A tremor shot down my body, and my
female parts felt overused, raw, and yet, deprived. My face blazed as I
recalled my lust-driven behavior. What the hell? But I couldn’t deny the
gratification of every moment with Derek. How will he feel about me in the
light of day?
Derek stepped
out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and his protection
medallion hanging from the leather cord against the sculpted muscles of his
chest. “Hey, sunshine. How are you feeling this morning? A little abused
maybe?” He snickered. “You taught me a few new things last night.” He wiggled
his brows, and then his smoldering-blues slid lower to my exposed breasts.
My stomach
churned at what he must think of me now. I’ve lost him.
He stepped to
the bed and leaned over, gently kissing me and proving me wrong about losing
him. “The shower is all yours. I’d offer to wash your back, but if I go in
there with you, we’d be here all day, Sweeting,” he whispered against my ear,
which fanned a fire inside my veins.
Sweeting.
Goosebumps strolled up my arms chasing the heat-streams as I scrambled out of
bed and headed for the bathroom.
“Tressa set-up
our appointment with Mr. and Mrs. James for eleven this morning. They’ll be
coming to meet us at Coco’s, the restaurant behind the hotel. We can walk over
there when it’s time. I have a few calls to make to the team.”
I’d hesitated at
the bathroom doorway long enough to listen, but as soon as Derek went silent,
the embarrassment of my nakedness ruled. I shuffled the rest of the way into
the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The uninhibited me from last night
took a total nosedive and concern for Jenna flooded my thoughts. Where are you,
Jenna?
I half-expected
Jenna to disrupt my shower like she’d done so many times in the past when she
had to share information that couldn’t wait. Something happened to her, or she
would have answered my call. Those horrific visions had meaning. My intuition
squeezed the insides of my chest as if I could sense the desperation within
Jenna.
It only took
seconds to towel dry, and then I opened the door and glanced around the room.
Derek had left. The uneaten food trays he’d ordered and the uncorked bottle of
wine still set on the dresser-refrigerator unit. No wonder I’m famished. I
grabbed my clothes and personal stuff to finish getting ready in the bathroom.
When I stepped
back into the main room, Derek stood at the window staring outside. Without
looking at me, he said, “We need to talk.”
“Yes, we do.” I
had to tell him about my visions, and my feeling that Jenna was in trouble.
He strode across
the room and took my hand, guiding me to the edge of the bed. “Sit. I promise
not to take advantage of you like you did to me last night.” He grinned.
I gasped,
mortified.
“I’m kidding,
Kendra.” He sat on the bed and patted the space beside him. “Please, sit. Let’s
talk.”
I didn’t sit but
instead explained my terrifying visions. How I’d gotten attacked in the last
one. How he’d rescued me from it when he slapped me.
He remained
expressionless and said nothing.
So, I continued
telling him how I’d experienced utter abandonment of my inhibitions, and how my
body seemed to have a wanton-filled mind of its own. “I couldn’t have stopped
myself last night if I’d wanted to. As if someone crawled inside me and took
over my thoughts and my body.” My mouth dropped open on automatic. “Oh, my
gods.” No, it couldn’t be. “I need to call Lisa and ask her about possession.
What if an entity possessed me last night? What if it’s still inside me?”
Derek’s eyes
snapped wide, and his lips pressed together so tight they disappeared. His
inadequate attempt at holding back laughter failed, it escaped anyway. “Are you
telling me someone else made you have sex with me?” He laughed so hard tears
leaked from the corners of his eyes. “Or was I actually having sex with someone
other than you inside your body?” He cranked up the laughter.
I rolled my
eyes. “I know how it sounds, especially because I’m…well, I wanted you…I mean,
I loved last night, even though I didn’t feel in control of anything that my
body did to you.”
“You mean that
you did to me.” Another round of laughter erupted from the funny guy.
I ignored it.
“You said you learned new things from me. Well, I learned new things from me
too. How do you explain that?”
“Hey, you’re a
romance author, and you do research on sex-play. Am I close?” His brows rose
like he was on to something. “I’m all in. Anything you want to try on me for
research?” He tilted his head and arched a brow. “Or just for fun? I will never
fight it.” He grinned and then chuckled. “I’m an open-minded kind-of-guy when
it comes to you.”
A frustrated
sigh freed some of my pent-up anxiety. “Not sure what you mean by the
open-minded comment, but I’m serious about the visions, and I’m sure Jenna’s in
trouble. I still want to call Lisa.”
“You have some
time before we meet the James’. Do you want me to leave the room while you make
the call?” His grin eased into a warm smile. “I’m sorry for joking with you.
But, I’m not sorry for making you blush.” He got up from the bed and drew me
into his arms with a tight embrace. “I’ve fallen hard for you, woman. I can
safely say I’m drowning.”
His whispered
words slid through my body like a bolt of lightning. “Me too. Thank goodness
I’m a good swimmer.”
Kendra Spark Series
Book Three
S. Peters-Davis
Genre: Supernatural, Paranormal, Suspense-Romance
Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.
Date of Publication: June 1, 2019
ISBN-10: 0228608910
ISBN-13: 978-0228608912
ASIN: B07S29TF9V
Number of pages: 210
Word Count: 60,200
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee
Tagline: A cold-case investigation ends in facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a spirit.”
Book Description:
Kendra Spark, Derek Knight, and “ghosty” Jenna Powers, members of an FBI special task force, investigate a cold-case and end up facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a spirit.” Both want Kendra for her unique abilities but might settle for Jenna instead.
Derek stops at nothing to keep Kendra and Jenna safe, but what if the worst-case scenario happens, an unstoppable villain and villainess of the dark plane that picks the earth plane as their stomping ground?
S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
As DK Davis, she also writes YA and NA paranormal, supernatural novels that involve diverse and mature subject matter.
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