Haunting Love (The Complete Collection)

By Emma Brown

The Complete Collection of the Haunting Love series

Chelsea is just arriving in the historic city of Boston, Massachusetts to pursue her Master's degree in English from Boston English College.  As an Idaho native, Chelsea finds the city to be both welcoming and overwhelming.

One day soon after classes start, Chelsea is walking home when she passes by a house fire at a South End brownstone. A crowd has gathered around the house as it burns: the heat from it feels like a bonfire back home. As Chelsea starts to leave, she notices a mysterious man leaving the scene quickly. He carries an old and decidedly shabby suitcase. Two big men in black suddenly brush past Chelsea and chase the odd man. He drops his suitcase as he starts to run.

Chelsea is left holding the suitcase and a mystery.  Who was the man with the suitcase? Who were the men chasing him? What caused the house fire? As her loneliness as an Idaho transplant in the big city grows, Chelsea starts to investigate.

Chelsea finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and seduction as the man with the suitcase turns out to be something quite different from any man Chelsea had ever known before.  

Note: Parts of Haunting Love were previously published as Chelsea’s Secrets.

Also includes Sneak Peeks at some upcoming novels!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roja Publishing
• Release date: Oct 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536587746

Emma Brown

Emma Brown is an investigative reporter at The Washington Post. In her life before journalism, she worked as a wilderness ranger in Wyoming and a middle school math teacher in Alaska. She lives with her husband and two children in Washington, DC.

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The Complete Collection of the Haunting Love series

Chelsea is just arriving in the historic city of Boston, Massachusetts to pursue her Master's degree in English from Boston English College.  As an Idaho native, Chelsea finds the city to be both welcoming and overwhelming.

One day soon after classes start, Chelsea is walking home when she passes by a house fire at a South End brownstone. A crowd has gathered around the house as it burns: the heat from it feels like a bonfire back home. As Chelsea starts to leave, she notices a mysterious man leaving the scene quickly. He carries an old and decidedly shabby suitcase. Two big men in black suddenly brush past Chelsea and chase the odd man. He drops his suitcase as he starts to run.

Chelsea is left holding the suitcase and a mystery.  Who was the man with the suitcase? Who were the men chasing him? What caused the house fire? As her loneliness as an Idaho transplant in the big city grows, Chelsea starts to investigate.

Chelsea finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and seduction as the man with the suitcase turns out to be something quite different from any man Chelsea had ever known before. 

Note: Parts of Haunting Love were previously published as Chelsea’s Secrets.

Also includes Sneak Peeks at some upcoming novels!

~Volume One~

Good morning, Chelsea, greeted Mrs. Iscovich, my elderly next-door neighbor. I’ve only lived here a few weeks now and I’ve already received a basket of muffins, a list of available single men in the neighborhood, a home-cooked meal and an invitation to her church. Suffice to say, Mrs. Iscovich is the definition of a friendly neighbor.

I just moved in a few blocks away from the University where I just started my first year of Grad school. Coming from a small town out west to the big, busy city of Boston, I preferred the peace and quiet I get being on my own, further away from campus. I’ve never been a social butterfly, by any means, but being surrounded in the big city makes me pine for a calm retreat every now and again. I took the apple Mrs. Iscovich offered to me and smiled.

Thanks, Mrs. Iscovich. It was nice to have a friendly neighbor, someone with that caring feeling, especially so far away from my family and hometown in Idaho.

I’m making dinner and you will be there, more of a statement that a request. I couldn’t resist. I had to admit I was lonely on some level.

Isn’t it my turn to make you dinner? I joked.

Dinner is at 7, she replied with a smile. With that, I kissed her on the cheek and got into the elevator.

*****

Class was over and now I had to be back at the apartment to get to dinner. I decided to walk home, since the evening was beautiful and each step meant I would get to explore the city a little more. I picked up a bottle of Merlot for dinner and a bouquet of flowers from the grocery store for Mrs. Iscovich. It was the least I could do.

Stopping for a quick rest, I sat on a park bench after my trip to the grocery and watched the couples clamber around the fountain in the middle of the park. Tall brownstones surrounded us and it was a very romantic setting. Summer was ending and the autumn breeze had begun to creep in. It was times like this that made me love being in Boston. So much had changed since I first moved here, I thought.

Last year at this time, I was still an undergrad. Fitch was still my boyfriend. Handsome Fitch. Fitch was an anthropology major and very bookish. Despite all of his studying, he had an adventurous streak that never failed to turn me on. His eyes were blue and deep and his shoulders broad. He’d been my rock and then.... Well, what had happened between us had been intense and finally, relationship-ending. I almost still can’t quite explain it. Last fall, Fitch had become convinced that we were only young once, and he was set on living that maxim to the fullest, in every aspect of his life. When regular sex had stopped completely satisfying him, he started to want me to explore other things in bed.

We started with watching porn together. He would pick porn that he thought I’d like...women that looked somewhat like me...brunettes, big breasts, small waists....nothing too threatening or exotic. He liked fucking me and feeling my tits as he watched other couples fuck. That made Fitch happy for a while, and I didn’t mind it either. I would have done anything to make him happy. He was, at that time, my dream guy. So I thought. And so, I was scared when porn stopped being enough for him. No. Not scared. I was terrified. He wanted more and more. When we want to Las Vegas together for an anthropology convention, it shouldn’t have been shocking to me that he wasted no time in finding extra-curricular activities. But it still was.

I remember the night perfectly. I came back from a panel at The Bellagio to our hotel room. I was excited to take in a Jacuzzi, relax from the long day, and maybe hit the slots with Fitch later that night. As I slipped my hotel key into the slot and the door swung open, I gasped and dropped my backpack on the ground before me. I was in shock - It was my first time seeing an orgy. It was my first time seeing my rock, my boyfriend, and the man I wanted to marry, with another woman. Well, with three other women, to be exact.

He was huge in the big, Las Vegas-style bed. His cock was shiny and the women’s tits and asses were shiny too. A big bottle of oil was on the floor, clearly cast aside. The women were perfect. Well, perfect in an ‘every guy’s fantasy’ way. Their tits were huge and firm. Their asses were hard and shaped like apples and.... I hated to admit it, but I got wet immediately. As my boyfriend spanked the blonde woman’s ass, the redhead began to suck his huge, throbbing cock. The brunette pushed her wet pussy into my boyfriend’s face. I just stood there, frozen with a mixture of shock and intrigue.

Finally, the blonde woman noticed me, looked up and smiled. Her big tits hung down to the bed, gently moving back and forth as my boyfriend spanked her tight ass. She flashed me an All-American smile and growled, Why dontcha join us, hun?

I didn’t hesitate. As I took my sweater off that night, and unleashed my own large tits, something in me knew that this was the beginning of something and also the end. As I slipped out my white lace panties and stood before the four people on the bed, my heart was breaking but my pussy was soaking. I wanted in, consequences be damned.

The blonde woman with the huge tits and perfect ass started working on me first. She slowly moved around me until she was behind, dragging her hands along my skin the entire way. Her fingertips were electric. She felt so good as she finally licked me from behind, delicately lacing her soft tongue around my pussy. I felt like a virgin again as she started to slip her tongue in and out of me. I was already close to cumming when the brunette joined us and thrust her bouncy, wide tits in my face and made me suck her very hard pink nipples. They tasted sweet, and I couldn’t get enough. She slipped a hand between her tight, tan thighs and rubbed herself as I bit and licked her tits. My boyfriend was still getting blown by the sexy redhead, but I couldn’t have cared less. I could see them in the dresser mirror. He’d never looked before the way he did that night. He looked powerful and in control. He looked....happy. So was I.

The redhead’s big tits bounced up and down in the mirror and it just made me wetter for some reason. Thinking about this hot woman pleasing my boyfriend’s perfect cock felt right in that moment. Besides, I was too busy enjoying my own pleasures to care much about him. The brunette decided she wanted her turn to suck my guy’s cock while the blonde woman kept pushing me closer and closer to the best orgasm of my entire life. Her tongue moved in and out of me faster and faster. Finally, the brunette moved away and Fitch surprised me with his cock. As he let me suck him, I noticed one hand was on the redhead’s willing pussy and the other hand was on the brunette’s porno-perfect tits.

I sucked Fitch better than I’d ever sucked any cock before in my life. No holds barred. I moved up and down his wide shaft passionately. I wanted him to remember me. I knew this would be the last time. He moaned and bucked as I played with the head of his cock. He wanted me to let him cum but I just wouldn’t. I wasn’t ready then. Not at all. I wasn’t finished with my pleasure yet.

I didn’t want him to cum in me although I could feel his cock throbbing and his perfect balls tensing. I cast him out of my mouth and whispered to him to fuck the redhead. He got her up on all fours and slipped his cock into her ready pussy from behind. The blonde brought me to an incredible orgasm as I bucked and screamed for her expert tongue. Her big tits bounced as I came, like candy sweetening everything. After, Fitch filled the redhead up with his perfect cum. She screamed and moaned for him. The man was incredible, no doubt. That night, I slept on the hotel room’s couch. We didn’t talk. I slipped out the next morning without a note. There were no more words between us.

He tried to reach out once or twice, back on campus, but I was already gone in my mind. Making my plans to get to Boston and get away from the memories of him. The memories of a man I knew I would never fully satisfy, and honestly, didn’t really want to anymore.

Shaking myself from those memories, I jolted back to the present, in the park, and I wrapped my scarf securely around my neck and kept walking. There were too many couples in that park and I didn’t believe in love anymore. Why watch its false parade march around me, I thought. I was happy with my new life and didn’t need to dwell on the past.

I was making a mental To-Do list in my head when my thoughts were interrupted by a fire truck blaring past. I continued walking until I got to the South End brownstone, only to see it completely engulfed in violent flames. Firefighters safeguarded the area as they tried to stop the blazing fire. I had lost track of the time by looking at the fire. I looked at my watch and it was 6:00PM and I still had 4 blocks to go and now I smelt of soot. Yuck.

Seeing no point in continuing to ogle a burning building, I exited the crowd and started walking home once more. I took one last glance at the house; this time I had full view of the back. I settled on a figure, standing in the crowd, only this figure wasn’t looking at the fire. My eyes made four with a pair of bright green eyes, piercing through my skin as I stood frozen. Who was this man? Why was he staring at me? I managed to look away from his eyes and to his hands and he was carrying a simple black suitcase. Did he set the fire? What was in the suitcase? At that moment, the air rushed past my face as two men in black tailored suits, ran past me and after the stranger with the suitcase. He was caught off guard and took off, jumping over the wooden door at the back and losing the suitcase in the process. Was I the only one who saw that? Then again, everyone else was at the front of the house, eyes glued to the fire.

I figured I needed to get out of there, and so I took off. My mind was racing with questions about what I had just witnessed, but I didn’t have time to ponder it all. I walked swiftly home, took a quick shower and joined the merry old Iscovichs for dinner.

You made it! Mrs. Iscovich smiled as she opened the door, And you brought flowers. Oh, they’re beautiful. I entered the house and greeted Mr. Iscovich and soon we clutched forkfuls of steak and baked potatoes.

How’s business? I asked. They owned an antique store somewhere on Berkley.

Great. You should come by. You might see something you like Mr. Iscovich suggested with a sly wink that only old men like him can get away with.

I will I smiled. I kind of liked antiques...kind of.

You will, on Saturday, stated Mrs. Iscovich.

I will...do my best I smiled

"My wife is one of a kind. You should’ve been there at our wedding. When the Reverend asked ‘Do you take Rose to be your lawful wedded wife’, she blurted out ‘he does!’", Mr. Iscovich laughed and kissed his wife. I smiled.

Were you going to say otherwise? she smiled.

I guess we’ll never know he joked.

*****

I sat in my apartment after dinner, going over and over the day’s activities; the fire, the handsome but pale green-eyed man, the men in suits, the suitcase... the suitcase! It had fallen. Could it still be there? It seemed unlikely, considering how much time had passed and how many people were surely combing over the area, looking for any type of clues. Still, curiosity was killing me so I grabbed my jacket and flashlight and went to investigate.

Soon, I was back at the burnt-out brownstone. I made my way around the back of the house to where the wooden door was and opened the latch to see what waited behind. There was a dumpster right behind the door; the rest was just open field. The dumpster, I thought, seemed like the most likely place the suitcase would end up. Seemed there was nowhere else it could even be. I stood on a nearby box to get a better view of the dumpster but to my surprise, no suitcase could be seen. Had the mystery man come back for it or was it the men in suits? Did I imagine the whole scene? I stepped down from the box, lifted it and threw it in the bin. A cat screeched nearby and dashed behind the dumpster. There wasn’t any space behind the dumpster ...was there? I shone my flashlight behind and discovered that there was enough space for the kitty and the mysterious suitcase.

Thanks, kitty, I said as I pulled out the suitcase. I was eager to get back to my apartment to see what secrets might be hidden in the suitcase and to get the smell of the dumpster off me.

After yet another shower, I finally sat in front of the suitcase. It was an unassuming black box – no fancy corners, no gold or silver monograms. Just an average case. It had some sort of combination lock. Not that I thought I would just uncover the secrets of the suitcase that easily. However, after trying over a hundred combinations, I decided I’ve done enough sleuthing for one day. I gave up, placed the suitcase in my closet and went to bed.

I don’t usually get up in the middle of the night but I found myself waking up, most unexpectedly. I sat upright for a minute, eyes still closed, trying to focus on what I thought was a presence in the room. Was my imagination playing tricks on me?

The suitcase!, I heard a whisper. I opened my eyes suddenly. There was nothing. ‘It’s all in my head’ I thought. I stood and went to the kitchen to get some juice. I took the jug of juice from the refrigerator and turned to pour some out. When I closed the refrigerator door, I was greeted by the stare of the green-eyed man. I dropped the jug and let out a shocked scream.

Who are you and what do you want? I asked, trying to be brave. I was backed up against the refrigerator, his hands firmly planted on its stainless steel front on both sides of me, preventing my escape. He leaned closer towards me, leaving less than an inch of breathing space between us.

Last I checked, trespassing and stealing were criminal offenses, he whispered, his voice making my body tingle. I immediately felt embarrassed about my attire, as I was wearing just a t-shirt and underwear.

You’re guilty of one of those offenses right now, I retorted.

Actually, no. I’m just a figment of your imagination, remember?, he smiled.

Sure you are and the jug isn’t smashed into a million... I trailed off. I looked to the floor and there was no jug. I looked up at the mystery man once more but he was gone too. What was going on? ‘I definitely needed to lay off the late night snacking’ I thought to myself.

It’s not the snacking, it’s your conscience, I heard the voice of the green-eyed man once more. This time he was leaning on the kitchen counter, hands crossed. The outline of his tall, lean body visible in the moonlight.

"Ok. What do you want? I asked approaching him.

Well, let’s see; you stole my suitcase and now you’re unable to open it, he answered with a smirk. Seems to me that you are the one who wants something

I don’t know what on earth you’re talking about, I denied, half-heartedly.

Sure you do. I bet you would love to know how to open it, seeing that none of your combinations have worked.

And you know how to open it? I was intrigued, dropping my innocence act.

What makes you think I would help you? he asked.

Because...you are my subconscious and you assist with whatever I want most, I said confidently, standing directly in front of him now.

And what do you want most? he asked huskily, standing upright. I could feel his body heat. His warm breathe tingling down my neck, my body responding. I closed my eyes briefly and shook my head.

The suitcase, opened.

No, you don’t, this time his voice came from behind me, his lips at the base of my neck. My throat felt dry. I turned around to face him, my back now against the counter. His lips pressed against mine. My resistance wore thin and my body willingly welcomed his passion. He kissed me deep and strongly, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I found my hands gripping his chiseled frame and he deepened the kiss. I was instantly wet and, as if he read my mind, I felt his hard hands slip between my legs and two fingers slipped into my wet, aching pussy. I groaned as his fingers entered me. He twirled his fingers inside me as if he was doing the tango. His fingers knew exactly where to touch and I felt the building sensation within. His lips never once leaving mine, I spiraled into pleasure and delight.

I was pinned to the counter, while he dominated my mouth, controlled my pussy, and used his free hand to pleasantly torture my nipples. I’d never felt like this before. Every inch of me was filled with unadulterated pleasure. I was unable to do anything but welcome this sweet treat. I felt a warm rising within me and as he worked on me with such skill, I knew I was about to climax. It was amazing; he hadn’t even entered me yet. I gripped him tighter as he pushed his fingers deeper inside me, my body surrendered for him. I climaxed around his firm, masculine fingers. My body was shaking, this had never happened before.

That’s when I realized his lips had finally released mine. I stood limp, just trying to catch my breath. He removed his fingers and licked them off slowly. How could this simple act of his get me wet all over again? Before I could protest, his lips found mine once more and this time his hands were pulling down my underwear and I was mounted onto the kitchen counter. In one swift motion, my legs were spread wide and his lips released mine and immediately found their way to my sweet spot. I gasped for air. I was building all over again.

He pushed his tongue deeper within and I gripped a handful of his curly brunette hair. My body was capsizing. I was about to close in on my second climax within the hour. I gripped tighter; the feeling was good, unbelievably so. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. He sped up the motion with his tongue and my head started to spin. This was no ordinary climax. Just as I was about to lose all control, he slammed his cock in my pussy. I exploded like a bursting dam of pleasure. My body had never been so overcome with desire before. Above me, his body was a washboard of muscles and perfection. My body was weak; he lifted my chin and kissed me passionately.

Somehow it started the reaction in my body once more. I wrapped my legs around him and his cock was once more in me. I felt my body being lifted as he took me from the counter and sat it a chair at the counter. This time I was on top. I began riding his cock as we kissed. With every thrust, his cock felt bigger and longer in my pussy. I rode his cock so hard; every inch of him was inside me. I started riding faster; he slipped two fingers between our entwined bodies and played with my clit. Even when I thought I was in control, my body still surrendered to him. I was shaking all over again; I knew I was going to cum soon. He released my mouth and latched onto my nipples and just when I thought I had reached the point of no control, he slipped a finger in my ass. I’ve never done or felt anything like this before. My clit, wet pussy, ass and swollen tits were all under his powerful control. I exploded with pleasure and he found his release as well. I screamed as I came and he slid a hand over my mouth to quiet me.

Waves of pleasure cradled my body like the hot sun at the beach. I didn’t want to move. I lay on my green-eyed visitor and closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and I was alone and fully dressed, sitting alone on the kitchen chair. Beyond confused, and still caught up in waves of pleasure, I shook my head and went back to bed.

*****

I woke sometime after nine and took my shower. The water felt nice and cool as it dripped down my head, over my neck, and fell against my soft breasts. I may not have the best confidence in the word, but I know I was blessed with large breasts and a nice figure. Toweling off, I looked at myself in the foggy bathroom mirror and thought, not too shabby....

My lecture was cancelled for today, as Professor George was doing a lecture out of town. I welcomed the early weekend as it gave me more time to figure out the mystery behind the suitcase (and to think about my new, even more mysterious friend). I sat on the floor in front my window with the odd suitcase beside me so I could take a better look at it in the full light. It was an old leather suitcase that seemingly belonged more in a museum than in someone’s possession. It had clearly seen better days, due to its distressed look and several scratches. There was something that stuck out, however. There was a faint symbol, which I could barely make out and had missed entirely when first looking at it. Three small infinity signs - two were joined and the other was above the first two. I wondered what it meant and had absolutely no idea.

The sudden "Knock. Knock!" shook me out of my musing – it was most likely Mrs. Iscovich checking up on me. I placed the suitcase back in the closet and went to open the door. I was face to face with the green-eyed man. I slammed the door immediately. Rapid knocks followed by Mrs. Iscovich’s voice sounded from outside. I was hallucinating now. I knew I had to come up with a damn good apology. I opened the door once more and before I could say anything, she scolded me.

Child, what’s the matter with you? That’s no way to treat your neighbor or anyone else for that matter.

I’m sorry, I....

I sent him over here for him to personally introduce himself to you. He came to invite you to dinner tomorrow night. He just moved in 407. Isn’t that great! Isn’t he handsome, she pulled his arm, dragging him in from out of view, and I was once more staring at the green-eyed man. I wasn’t hallucinating, And he’s single like you, Mrs. Iscovich continued with a wink. He was looking at me with the same stare that he had the day of the fire, his eyes penetrating mine.

Hi, I’m Mason, your new neighbor, he offered his hand forward, outstretched. I reluctantly shook it.

Chelsea, I answered resolutely.

Well then! I’ll leave you two kids to it, and with that, Mrs. Iscovich left.

To it? I know you must have a lot to unpack so I’ll go, I guess..., I didn’t know what to say. I was lobster red from embarrassment. I turned to go back to my apartment. Quickly, he grabbed my arm, stopping me firmly in my tracks.

Don’t think I won’t get it back. I’m here to stay, he whispered.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, I said, unconvincingly. He smiled at my shaky response.

Dinner is at 8 sharp tomorrow, he leaned forward Looking forward to knowing all about you, neighbor. As he left, I felt myself already starting to miss him, despite my misgivings.

I decided that since I didn’t have classes today, I would swing by the Iscovichs’ store. Maybe they could tell me a little something about this new ‘neighbor’ of ours. After greeting Mrs. Iscovich again, I started looking around. It was a dusty and old shop, but still very welcoming, much like the couple themselves.

So? What do you think? she asked, before I could even say hello.

The store is lovely, I smiled.

Well, thanks, but we both know I’m not talking about the store here.

This woman was something else, I’m not sure, I mumbled, averting my eyes to the shelves.

It’s because he’s new, she defended. A bracelet caught my eye. It had the infinity symbol on it.

This symbol, have you ever seen three of it? I asked handing her the bracelet. I tried to quell my excitement.

Once, here..., she led me to an old sketching of three infinity symbols, similar that on the suitcase; however, all three were joined in this sketching. Then it hit me - This must be how to open the suitcase.

"Legend has it that Count Dracula fell in love with a mortal but, seeing that he would outlive her, eventually, he decided to turn her into a vampire. This was their secret symbol. Her father heard about the affair and left the country with her. Nine months later she had a child. The child was