Wonderlust Book1: A Game Of Cat And Rabbit

By A J Ravenhearst

"'Are you a - monster, sir?'
The Lapinearle snorted. 'Men call us monsters, sometimes. We might call them monsters. Many names they give us: monster, faerie, sprite. They are all of them ill-fitting. We are merely the eldest children of earth. Long before Man we were, and long after Man has driven us from the world up-top, still we are, here, in this place - and I am Master.'
'Sir, what is this place. If I might ask?'
The Lapinearle paused. He looked at Alyson long and searchingly before he answered. 'The name of this place, Alyson, is Wonderlust.'"

Welcome to Wonderlust

For Alyson, the prospects her society offers her as a young woman hold little appeal: join her family in the colonies, with the inevitability of marriage; or remain in England, a resented guest of her older male guardian. Small wonder that she retreats into a world of books and fantasy.
Then a picnic outing and the pursuit of a white rabbit lead her into a bizarre, new world, at once beguiling and frightening. Peopled by strange, inhuman creatures such as Alyson had never imagined - lustful beings who have no hesitation in acting on their most carnal desires.
From the moment she enters Wonderlust, Alyson finds, not just her innocence, but her imagination challenged. She experiences pleasure and pleasurable pain such as she had never imagined.
Alyson will be changed forever - but if she makes it out of this bizarre world of inhuman lust, she just might have found the strength to change her own world.

" 'This is Wonderlust, Alyson,' grinned the Cheshire Cat. 'We’re all monsters here.'"

• Language: English
• Publisher: A J Ravenhearst
• Release date: Mar 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463888643

A J Ravenhearst

I'm an artist and writer who lives in rural Tasmania - that's the little island bit at the bottom of Australia that's home to the Tasmanian Devil - with my family, my books, and a small menagerie of animals. I write dark, kinky, taboo paranormal and fantasy erotic stories. Don't say you weren't warned.

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Wonderlust Book 1:

A Game of Cat and Rabbit

A J Ravenhearst

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen (18). Neither the publisher nor the author endorse or condone any actions carried out by any fictional character in this work or any other.

Reader Advisory:

A J Ravenhearst’s stories are no fairy tales: they’re dark stories of paranormal erotica that deal with explicit depictions of the forbidden and unusual. They explore taboo relationships of love and lust between humans and mythical creatures, beasts and monsters.

These are stories for everyone who ever preferred the Beast over the Handsome Prince.

Table of Contents

Front Matter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About A J Ravenhearst

Chapter 1

Alyson sat alone in the library of Acton Park, and sighed deeply. The book on her lap sat as unread as it had for the last half-hour. A single bluebottle buzzed sleepily in the warm summer sun that streamed in through the high bay windows. Outside, the bright, green gardens and neatly trimmed lawns were empty of gardeners and groundskeepers. Inside, the house was still and silent. Alyson felt utterly alone.

Presently she sighed again, and said aloud, to no-one in particular, I must say, it is dreadfully unfair.

After a while, she continued. I mean to say, it’s all very well for heroines in books to be prettily despondent, but they have an audience - the reader - to admire them in their despondency, and their prettiness. Whereas here sit I, despondent - and pretty, or so I am told - with no-one to admire me. She sighed once more. "Yes. It really is most unfair."

It was also most unfair, she said, after another long silence. Of Portia to leave me alone here, to be pretty and despondent thus, with no-one to admire me. But then, she added thoughtfully. If Portia had not gone to India and left me alone here, I should not be despondent. Though I should still be pretty, I suppose. So now it is not merely unfair, but also puzzling. Oh, how I wish Portia were here, to help me unravel this conundrum. Again she sighed, and then fell silent. The bluebottle buzzed on.

Suddenly the library door banged open. In barged Mrs. Briars, looking like a puffed-up, angry old hen, as she so often did. It was odd, thought Alyson, that Mrs. Briars should so remind her of an old hen. Hens were, as a rule, rather round and plump, whereas Mrs. Briars was quite tall, and, if anything, on the slender side. Although she did, Alyson speculated, have quite an impressive chest, which was currently straining fit to burst the pins of her apron.

There you are, girl! she scolded. A lovely day like this, and here you sit, in the library, brooding over old books! Reading! A girl! Alyson said nothing, but gazed up sadly, with her eyes so blue they were almost violet, at Mrs. Briars.

Well, huffed Mrs. Briars. What have you to say for yourself? Is it not enough that you continue to impose on the good Dr. Charles’ hospitality? You could not find it in yourself to be a dutiful child, and go with your good sister as your poor parents requested, but must needs make yourself a burden where you’re not wanted - and now! Now you will not bestir yourself to even lift a finger to make yourself useful!

Mrs. Briars leaned in close. Alyson could smell polish and lye soap. Even a wicked, willful girl like yourself should learn a thing or two about managing a household, before she’s married. Because some poor man will have you, before too long, and that’s a fact. Your parents won’t stand for you burdening the poor Dr. Charles for much longer, I’ll tell you that. Mrs. Briars stood straight again and crossed her