Forbidden Awakenings

By Katie Jaymes

Beth stays on in the small Welsh village where she met her supernatural lover, but will soon have to go back to University. She finds herself distracted by the other inhabitants who know of the ghost's existence, and starts on a journey of self discovery.
When she gets to know her hosts better, things take a steamy turn. Can she find her true path when she doesn't know what she wants?

Jacob Jones was a 17th century Highwayman, caught and hung for his crimes. His true love, Bethany, was murdered and Jacob was framed for the deed. What lies in store for the ghost, and will his soul ever be laid to rest?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katie Jaymes
• Release date: Dec 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215377727

Katie Jaymes

I write adventurous erotica with a twist of the paranormal

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The Deliverance Series Book Two

Forbidden Awakenings

By Katie Jaymes

Copyright © 2022 by Katie Jaymes

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What did I want out of life in 1994? What does anyone want? I suppose I wanted what every nineteen-year-old did, though I’d never have guessed that by the end of that year, my journey of erotic self-discovery would involve both the worlds of the living and the dead.

It had all started late in the summer. Like many of my friends, I’d planned to travel, but it hadn’t worked out quite how I’d intended. I ended up in the deepest valleys of west Wales, amongst brooding hills and rocky ravines, Dylan Thomas, Byron, Keats, and Shelley echoing through my mind.

Did I mention that I love poetry? I don’t think I did. I’m your archetypal bookworm who enjoys staying in and reading instead of going out clubbing. I guess that’s why I ended up where I did that summer.

I have a little chuckle about it now when I look back, thinking of my state of mind as I set off in my little blue Ford Fiesta down the M4 as the summer was in full bloom. I was desperate not to be desperate - if that makes sense - knowing my friends were going to far-flung, exotic places where I knew that the good times would flow like wine.

One of my girlfriends, Gina, was going to Perth, Australia. I could just picture her in a sarong on the beach, surrounded by tanned, hunky Aussie males trying to get into her knickers. And Jane, who was going to Buenos Aries, for God’s sake! I doubted she looked much better than me in a bikini, but that wasn’t the point. She was going to be there in one, and I wasn’t. I could see her there, surrounded by polo players with jet-black hair, tanned skin, and bubble butts you could sink your teeth into.

While I hadn’t heard how my friends were doing, my summer adventures took off in a way I never imagined. I read precious few books - which was unlike me - became a hill-walker - again, not my scene - but lost my virginity and, I might add, my soul to the ghost of legendary highwayman Jacob Jones.

As I said, I didn’t see that coming.

So, there I was. One minute, I was lost, alone, and a little shy, with only the hills and dead poets for companions; the next minute, the centre of attention for a particular, deceased, local tourist attraction. I had to admit it had an enormous effect on my general self-esteem.

I’d made friends with a few locals and had grown very fond of Selina, my landlady at the Black Bull Inn. Upon my arrival, she had put me into The Room, the end-of-corridor suite that nobody would choose voluntarily but the only one in which Jacob Jones would appear. As I gathered from Selina after the events, should a lady require a servicing, they should only have to wait a night or two before the Highwayman showed up. And then they would understand. They’d understand why the room smelled rather old and fusty, why the lampshade never bloody worked properly, and why there was also a rather fantastic jacuzzi in the middle of the bathroom - one of epic decadence. They’d also understand why Selina and her enigmatic helper, Amy, would cast nervous, excitable glances at each other when their guest announced that they were retiring for the night and why the pair always seemed in such rude health.

But none of this was helping me get my thoughts sorted out. Come October, I had to return to University life, and the hills and valleys were getting under my skin big time.

I had been mooching about sipping a Diet Coke one afternoon in the bar. Selina was replacing beer glasses and keeping an eye on me as she did. The sun could only warm the snug room for an hour or so as it traversed the visible portion of sky between the tall trees and the close, rocky slope that dominated the view from the back of the hotel, but as it did, it made me dazed and sleepy. I’d hoped the cola would enliven me and bring clarity to my mind, but the inevitable end to the summer pricked my stomach with needles of discomfort and caused anxiety-ridden flushes to rise to my face.

I’ve seen that look before, Selina smiled as she wrung the dishcloth around. Pining for a certain gentleman, are we?

I started and looked up. No, I’m just thinking about Uni, that’s all.

You ain’t fooling me, babe.

I sighed and approached the bar. Is it that obvious?

You look like a woman who’s lost something, if you don’t mind me saying.

I pulled up a stool, trying to quell the warmth I could feel rising in my neck.

I am missing someone if that’s what you mean.

He has that effect on you, doesn’t he? Selina smiled. It’s okay. You can give me all the juicy details.

I don’t know if I can!

It’s okay, it’ll be our little secret, she whispered conspiratorially. Between friends.

Oh, well, that’s different then.

I sucked at my cola. There had been a few steamy encounters with the charismatic ghost already. Since I stumbled into the little hut on top of Crofter’s Hill and felt his presence - and his hands on my boobs, I might add - he had turned me into a wanton woman, appearing twice in The Room and claiming my virginity in a way I’d never forget.

Selina set the beer glass down and leaned toward me. I felt my gaze fall to her cleavage as she neared and quickly raised my eyes, hoping she hadn’t seen it. Her impeccably brushed cerise lips widened in a warm smile, the faint creases around the edges deepening, and I had a sudden and crazy urge to know the taste of her lipstick.

I’ll tell you a secret, she whispered, the first time it happened, I was so terrified I very nearly wet myself. I’d been here less than a week, and it was miserable, raining all the time. I wondered why the room was so run down, but always thought it was such a nice one, you know?

The view isn’t much, I agreed, but it’s got a lovely charm.

Selina gave a glance around, but the bar was otherwise empty.

I’d been in bed a while and was just putting my Laura London down when the windows banged open. I sat up in bed, and the bedclothes ripped right off me! I lay there in my little nightie, and he laid on top of me. I screamed out loud, and this huge hand came over my mouth and stopped me.

I felt my heartbeat quicken, and a little jealousy squirmed through me as I remembered I hadn’t been the first to feel Jacob’s strong hands on my body. Selina’s arresting eyes were still fixed on me intently.

He fucked me then, Beth, good and hard!

I felt a hot pang inside and shifted on the barstool as I thought of this tigress getting ravaged by Jacob on my bed.

He wasn’t much of a one for foreplay, she said.

I know what you mean! I smiled nervously.

Oh, Beth, do tell!

I played with the straw with my tongue, trying to get it into my mouth. Only ice remained in the glass.

I don’t know how I should say it, I began.

Tell me.

I met Selina’s eyes. Sky-blue, bordering on turquoise like a tropical lagoon or a cloudless day in summer; I couldn’t escape them.

All I know is I suddenly love sex, I sighed, and I think as much as I want to feel him again, I want something else too.

Isn’t that a little dangerous?

It’s confusing, I admitted.

Dangerous or delicious?

Both, I guess. And I don’t know where it puts me.

Behind bars, no doubt, Selina winked.

Maybe, yeah. I changed the subject. I like your accent. Which part of London?

Richmond.

You’ve gone nearly Welsh, though!

Well, have I, lovie?

Yeah, you’ve acquired it.

You’ve got a lovely accent too. Well brought up.

I don’t know. Very strict boundaries and all that.

Selina reached forward and stroked my face, just below my glasses. Tendrils of hypnotic pleasure raced across my skin to my scalp, and without thinking, I licked my lip.

I get that feeling from you. But you want to push your boundaries.

The idea… it’s simmering.

And?

My heart thumped. And…I don’t want to rule it out.

"Then set