The Kept

The Kept

Sommer Marsden

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Shelly gets a job at the rectory of a local church to escape a bad break-up. Turns out the old building's mystical energy is soothing to her. A broken hearted witch will take any comfort she can get. Shelly keeps her magical practices secret from her interviewer, until she's passed on to the good Father Joseph. He shows her the grounds, his three huge dogs and even gives her a peek at his psychic side. The good priest has a few secrets of his own. Lucky Shelly, comfort and acceptance come in the form of a handsome priest with a taste for the sensual side of spirituality, and his own little magical treasure...one of the kept.

READER WARNING: Explict sex and language, multiple partners, m/m/f sex, anal sex, adults only.

Originally published by Torquere Press

 
PUBLISHED BY: Sommer Marsden
ISBN: SGP-0024
PUBLICATION DATE: 2010
WORD COUNT: 6100
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 5 5 5 5 5
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CATEGORIES: Erotica, Contemporary, ManLove, Multiple Partners, Paranormal, Romantic Fiction, Shape-shifter
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“Shelly, so good to meet you. If you’ve made it this far, you are impressive to be sure. Edna does not suffer fools gladly. Or non-gladly for that matter.” He took both of my hand in his and I felt electricity shoot from my hands to my pussy. I shifted and squeezed my thighs together. It was not good to lust in a church, let alone lust after the man. The head honcho. The Father.

I was blushing. My cheeks were hot, and I swallowed. “Nice to meet you too, Father.”

“Joseph, please.”

“Oh no,” I yelped. “I couldn’t.”

“You won’t burn in hell for it,” he said, still holding my hands. The electrical current zigged and zagged under my skin and, on top of the attraction, I felt a skitter of magic in the mix. The Father was magical. Not just magical; he had practiced magic. Shocking.

“Father Joseph it will have to be,” I said firmly. “My mother would have my head if I called you anything else.”

“And you are here to escape,” he said softly. When he looked at me warmth spread over my skin like warm honey.

Strike first impression. Father was not just magical. Father was magical and a bit psychic. Peeking in my head. No fair.

“What did he do?” He gazed out the window and my gaze followed. Together we watched a murder of crows gathered in the cemetery. A particularly large one landed on a stained, stone angel. I swore it was staring at me.

“He was unfaithful,” I said softly. I was talking to the crow. Or that’s how I felt. It was so silent in his office, like a small womb in the large stone building.

“And you can’t share?”
 

 
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