|About the Book|
It’s 1925 and Charles and Rebecca are midway through their honeymoon tour of New England. Things haven’t been going all that well. The towns they visit are drab, depressing affairs, the weather utterly awful and their car is on the point of dyingMoreIt’s 1925 and Charles and Rebecca are midway through their honeymoon tour of New England. Things haven’t been going all that well. The towns they visit are drab, depressing affairs, the weather utterly awful and their car is on the point of dying beneath them. So, when Hemming’s Bay looms up out of the darkness it comes as a welcome relief. A safe port in a storm.Unfortunately for the two newlyweds, they didn’t count on the local residents and their dark, twisted secrets. Not to mention the things that lurk in the night and skulk out of the ocean depths to visit the world above.Charles and Rebecca are certainly due to discover exactly what the backwater look really is.This twisted short story contains dubious consent, monster sex, lesbian sex as well as oviposition, tentacles, themes of impregnation, corruption and loss of faith. A sticky little bundle of erotica all wrapped up in one package of over 9,000 words.***Except:Neither of the sleeping newlyweds heard the secret door in the back of the wardrobe slide open with a well-oiled click. They were blissfully unaware as a shadowy figure pushed open the creaking doors with a bottle and a rag clutched in clammy hands. Slowly and carefully the dark smear in the night crept toward the bed and as it reached the two slumbering occupants, tipped a little of the bottles wet contents onto the rag.It was held under first Rebeccas cute little nose, then under Charles. Instantly the bride and grooms breathing seemed to slow down and their faces, screwed up with the concentration of pleasant dreams seemed to relax and sag a little. Seemingly content, the shadow over them left them to their slumbers and went to the door.The heavy iron key turned in the lock, making an inordinately loud sound in the darkness. Unfortunately for the slumbering couple the chloroform had done its job and the two lovers remained in blissfully deep unconsciousness.With a low creak the door opened inward and more shadows filed into the room until a relative crowd had gathered in the gloom. Almost as one shuffling being, the newcomers advanced upon the sleeping couple and dragged the quilt away.From somewhere in the formless crowd there came a slithering gurgle of appreciation as Rebeccas Parisian undergarments were revealed. Then, wet grasping hands reached for the two and calmly drew the unfortunate souls into their midst. Together they bore aloft the sleepers, moving slowly and calmly into the darkness.The secret door loomed up like a portal of infinite blackness and slowly, but surely, the crowd descended into that petrifying portal.