Island Retreat: New Arrivals

By Lyka Bloom

Mischa searches for her lost cousin and, with the aid of the mysterious Carmen, traces her to an island of forbidden pleasures. There, she is caught up in the island's intrigue and its perverse delights. Featuring latex dolls, human statues and ponygirls, New Arrivals is sure to delight any fetish fan!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Jan 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311897985

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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ISLAND RETREAT: NEW ARRIVALS

by Lyka Bloom

ISLAND RETREAT: NEW ARRIVALS

First Edition. January 20, 2014 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2014 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

www.LykaBloom.com

Arrival

The island appeared on no charts, no nautical mapping. It existed only in rumor to those who sailed past, leaving or returning from the mainland many miles away. Sailors in years past had ventured onto the welcoming, grassy slopes, but those sailors had never returned home and, after a time, boats no longer ventured onto those lustrous shores.

One boat, and one alone, traveled safely to the dock nestled into a beautiful cove, its motor throaty and full, disturbing the calm of the island. As it approached, the motor died, drifting naturally towards the dock. The captain peered out of the windows of the bridge, a low tower raised from the deck with room for little more than the captain and his first mate. As he steadied the wheel, Clarkson bent to see through the glass, scanning the ridge towering over the cove. His eyes, paled by years at sea, were clear and sharp, quick to follow the flap of a bird's wings or the intermittent sway of high grass along the ridgeline. The rumors of the island whispered in his thoughts, his eyes darting along the geography for proof.

Any sign of life, Captain?

Clarkson started, finding himself uncharacteristically jumpy. He turned away from the window, addressing the long, dark-haired woman standing in the doorway. Her white blouse whipped at her waist, pulled free of the tan jodhpurs. Despite the cloth she wore to tie her hair back, the black curls whipped across her forehead and mouth.

No, Ma'am. Nothing at all.

Good. Best to keep it that way. I won't be staying quite so long this time. I expect you back at this time in three days.

Yes, Ma'am.

Thank you, Captain Clarkson. We appreciate your service. And your discretion.

Very welcome, Ma'am.

The woman smiled easily, but not without cruelty. As she exited, Clarkson exhaled, realizing he had trapped his breath in his lungs until her presence faded from the bridge.

When the motor stopped, Mischa felt her heart race. Her pulse quickened as the props beneath the water slowed and grew still. The small cabin below the deck was cramped and musty-smelling, decorated for utility. The long trip to the island