Haunted Hotel (MF)

By Victoria Blisse, Elyzabeth Va Ley and Lindsay Klug

Does your relationship have more cracks than a witch’s cauldron?
Want to put the magic back into the bedroom? It’s couples therapy weekend at hotel BJ, a vacation resort that’s so far South that you can’t help but hear the banjos dueling! And it’s Halloween weekend…

Will more than damaged relationships be brought back from the dead?Anything’s possible on this magic night! Let the authors of the Haunted Hotel anthology show you how it’s done!

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Aug 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781782343097

Victoria Blisse

Victoria Blisse is known as the Queen of Smut, Reverend to the kinky and is the Writer in Residence at Cocktails and Fuck Tales. She’s also an angel. Ask anyone. Mancunian Odd Duck, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk

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1988.

Letting Loose the Beast

by Victoria Blisse

Kiddo’s at her friends for the Halloween weekend. They’ll trick and treat and have a ball while me and my husband spend some quality time together. I don’t really want to go to some strange couples therapy resort, but apparently you don’t have to do the therapy at the Bojangles hotel; they’re happy for you just to do your own thing, thank God. And they’re open to... erm... unusual requirements, huzzah. I wouldn’t be going at all but I managed to win the holiday in an online contest and I didn’t want to say no to a free weekend.

If I was reluctant, Tim was even more so.

Oh, but you know it’s a bad weekend for me, dear, he whined, I really don’t want to go.

It’ll be fun, I told him. We’ve not spent some time together in a very long time, not on our own anyway. Imagine what fun we could get up to.

I won him over in the end. Tim’s a bit of a hermit, really. He works from home, fixing people’s website problems and other such technology related things that I don’t have a clue about. He doesn’t go out unless he has to and then only if I’m with him. He has a few social issues. So he gladly stays in the car as I book us in at the main building of the hotel with a floppy haired blond guy who gives me detailed directions over to our little cabin.

Well, this is lovely, I sigh as I open the door into a little wood-ensconced chalet. Big French windows look out over the nearby woods and the room stretches on and on in a pleasingly open plan kind of way. Tim follows me in and dumps the suitcase and bags in the middle of the floor.

Just need to check in on my email, sweetness, he says, plopping down on the sofa.

I’ll unpack then. I’m sure bitter disappointment must edge my tone, but Tim doesn’t seem to notice. He just nods his head, shakes his shaggy brown locks and ignores me.

I love him dearly, I really do, but some days I wish he’d be a little less... well... Tim about things. I’d hoped being alone together like this would have inspired him to ravish me the moment we walked in, like he used to when we were first dating, when things were hot and heavy and I didn’t know his secret. We’d rush to get somewhere semi-quiet so we could fuck. I’m surprised we were never caught because we were never very picky. Park bench, back row of the cinema... and the frozen aisle of the supermarket on one particularly memorable occasion.

I’m not saying we don’t still, you know, do it, but it’s becoming a rare treat and I want more. It’s hard to just say that though, especially when we have the complicating factors we have. I wander over the huge bed and sit on the giving mattress. I work