Whose Woods Are These?

Jane Keir Zak

Description

Brandon is rich, sexy, dominant and used to be famous. But there's something strange going on in the woods at the back of his house, and he needs to find out more. Perhaps the mysterious woman in the trees will be spankable, or perhaps she's got something else on her mind.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 24 août 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781789824155
• Langue: English

Extrait

Whose Woods Are These
Zak Jane Keir




First published in 2020 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2020 Zak Jane Keir
The right of Zak Jane Keir to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.



Chapter 1
Afterwards, Brandon would find himself remembering a favourite reprimand of his mother’s, used whenever he did something that she considered not just undesirable but incomprehensible: “Whatever possessed you?” He didn’t consider telling his mother about what happened, naturally: he just thought of the phrase from time to time, occasionally with a shudder.
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It was a mild, damp Wednesday night at the end of April, and he’d been on his own in the house for a couple of days, needing time to himself to work on a new project: the score for an independent horror film to be made in Poland. He’d initially thought it sounded like a crock of shit, but there was a certain creepy power to some of the rushes they’d sent him, and he found himself getting quite into drawing stranger and stranger sounds out of the slightly unpredictable vintage Roland synth he favoured.
Having worked for about six hours, he’d got about a third of it roughed out and decided to stop for the night.