Namaste with Sasquatch: Monsters in the Woods, #1

By Virginia Wade

Back by popular demand! Author Virginia Wade has come out of retirement to write another steamy Bigfoot series.

On a weeklong outing, twenty-two-year-old Kia Forrester and a group of friends travel to the Rocky Mountains to attend a yoga retreat. Unbeknownst to them, a lab created Sasquatch has just escaped captivity, tasting freedom for the first time. He's hiding in the woods… watching… waiting… for the right moment to take what he wants.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Virginia Wade
• Release date: Jan 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370389254

Virginia Wade

Virginia Wade is the bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. Known for her Monster Sex series, the Cum For Bigfoot saga, she has penned tales in a variety of subjects, such as a modern, naughty retelling of Jane Austen's most popular novels and a series on lusty Vikings, in Cum For The Viking, parts 1-5. She has explored sex in outer space with Bred by the Alien and taken readers on a journey to ancient Rome in Conquest of the Gladiator. A mother of two, and a wife, she realized a lifelong dream of writing and publishing after her oldest child graduated from high school. Earlier forays into self-publishing yielded few sales, but the experience and knowledge gained were immeasurable. Once she dipped her toes in erotica, with the publication of Seducing Jennifer, which has now been titled, Jennifer's Anal Seduction, the possibility of success presented itself, as the story found a home in the Erotica Top 100. Her second story, Stacy and the Boys, also rocketed up the charts, reinforcing the idea that writing in this genre was not only fun, but also profitable. An idea to write a campy, teen horror-fest, with a Sasquatch protagonist, led to the creation of Cum For Bigfoot, which is essentially a series of stories spanning several years in the lives of a tribe of Bigfoots and their human lovers. The silliness, the romance, and the sex struck a chord with readers, who enjoyed the adventures of Porsche, Shelly, and Leslie, while the kidnapped teens came to love their hairy abductors. The series is now on its fourteenth installment, with more to follow. Cum For Bigfoot was featured in the October 2012 issue of Penthouse Magazine. The article, Paranormal Porn, was written by Nick Redfern. Visit my web page at https://virginiawadeerotica.wordpress.com

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1

Shepherd Industries

Confidential

To: Roland Shepherd

From: Doctor Gloria Eversham

Subject: Transportation of Specimen 465

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Special precautions have been taken in regard to the relocation of Specimen 465. Specimen has been sedated. Specimen is secure. Approximate arrival time: 1600 hours.

Regards,

Gloria Eversham

2

Why is the traffic so bad? asked my friend Mandy, her eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.

I eyed the highway, seeing a sea of red break lights. Maybe it’s weekend traffic? Heading into the mountains for a yoga retreat, I sat in the backseat, with Mandy driving and Jen shotgun. Dunno. I shrugged.

I’ll check Google Maps, Kia. Jen glanced at her phone. Maybe there’s a detour.

Yeah, do that.

There’s no detour on I-70, said Mandy. We just have to get there. The turnoff is coming up soon anyhow.

I can walk faster than this. Jen shook her head. This is gonna take forever.

I leaned against the cushion behind me. We’ll get there. There’s no rush. Taking the week off from work, I would happily watch paint dry rather than sell bath and body products.

This is worse than usual, commented Mandy. We aren’t moving at all.

Maybe it’s an accident. Jen glanced at me over her shoulder. You got anymore of those gummies?

I do. I smiled slightly, feeling rather relaxed from having already eaten one.

I want one, said Mandy.

You’re driving, no. I handed Jen a gummy leaf in a wrapper. This should leave you nice and chill. I grinned.

You’re both bastards, grumbled Mandy. I want to zone out. This is hardly called driving anyway.

When we get to the house, said Jen, chewing on the candy. I hope there’s some cute guys there.

You’re married! I stowed the rest of the gummies in my bag. What the fuck, Jen?

I can look, she grumbled, although she giggled. No harm in looking, is there?

It’s an all girls’ retreat, said Mandy. There are no guys. It’s the only way my boyfriend would let me go. If they open it up to men next year, I might not be able to come again.

Being single, I would not mind having guys join in, but they had not been invited yet. Maybe the chef’s a dude. Who knows? I glanced out the window at the traffic, the cars before us slowly creeping along. We could walk faster than this, I muttered.

I think I see lights. Mandy craned her neck. There’s some kind of accident.

Glancing out the window, I saw the greyish rocks of a mountain, the lower portion ensconced in some sort of metal fence to keep loose pieces from tumbling to the highway. Someone had died here, a small evergreen tree covered in Christmas decorations stood as memorial. The sun glinted off the ornaments.

The turnoff is coming up, said Mandy. We just need to pass this mess.

It still beats going to work. I felt far more relaxed now having eaten the marijuana-laced candy. I really don’t mind at all.

Me either, giggled Jen. This stuff works fast. She grasped her long blonde hair, securing it in a messy knot on top of her head. Just don’t tell my husband.

The lights of emergency vehicles flashed in the distance, several police cars parked along the road, although I did not see an accident. A large grey truck had pulled to the side, the back open. Several people dressed in dark grey uniforms stood nearby in discussion with the police.

Where’s the accident? asked Mandy. You’d think mass casualty with all the cops around.

I don’t see an ambulance, I said, glancing at the scene. I noted several policemen venturing into the woods, this part of the highway particularly dense. Why are they blocking the road?

For no damn good reason, grumbled Mandy. It’s picking up now.

It looks like they’re looking for something, said Jen. That guy has a shotgun.

As we passed, I saw a woman dressed in a skirt and heels, her dark hair captured in a bun at the back of her head. She wore some sort of lab coat, her eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. A policeman stood before her, the woman gesturing in conversation. The opened doors of the truck revealed an empty space, but, just before we moved on, I glimpsed what looked like some sort of harness discarded on the floor.

Thank God, uttered Mandy. We’re finally done with this.

It wasn’t an accident, said Jen. The stupid truck just broke down. They make such a big deal over nothing.

Maybe they had to check it for a bomb, said Mandy. You can’t be too sure nowadays.

Are we there yet? I sighed, feeling relaxed and utterly unconcerned with anything.

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