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    Stalking the Succubus
    Stalking the Succubus
    Stalking the Succubus
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    Stalking the Succubus

    By Sherry Stone

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    Wendy is a new-age witch who just had a near-fatal run-in with a deadly succubus. The hypnotic effect the demon had over Wendy nearly cost the witch her life, and her mother's, unfortunately, it did cost her aunt Endora hers. If not for the intercession of Kelsey a member of the Sect's high council, Wendy's death would have been certain.

     

      Sometime after the harrowing experience Kelsey arrived at Wendy's door to see how she had gotten along after the loss of her aunt and near-fatal attack on her and her mother. Wendy, being a witch, senses that Kelsey's actions are more than concern for her welfare but have a much more romantic slant to them.

     

    Over tea, the two women discuss the past events, and Wendy learns much more about her rescuer, a lot more. Kelsey is a seasoned succubus tracker and Wendy learns of what kinds of things Kelsey must do in her encounters with the various succubi, the sexual predators of the demon world.

     

    The more Wendy learns, the more she is torn emotionally, between her beautiful savior and that savior's ruthless sexual abilities necessary for her job. Undaunted, or maybe unaware,  Kelsey presses on with her exploits, and time slips by quickly, and its way after dark, leaving both women with the decision of having Kelsey take the long return trip home, or spend the night with Wendy. The biggest decision to hash out is where will Kelsey sleep if she stays.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTenth Muse
    Release dateAug 3, 2024
    ISBN9798227277602
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    Sherry Stone

    Sherry Stone is the pen name of a thirty-seven-year-old single mother of two teenaged boys. A former college instructor and medical consultant. She has now begun to devote her time to writing. Science fiction and Romance are her passions, and she loves to spice her stories with some steamy erotica, just to give her work a punch other writers lack. Born in Birmingham AL she is an avid Crimson Tide Football fan. She currently lives just outside Cincinnati, OH

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      Stalking the Succubus - Sherry Stone

      Acknowledgment

      Polina Davydova

      Chapter One

      It wasn't everyone who sympathized with a mythical TV character but I did. After watching Outpost for the third time, I empathized with the poor dark-haired Blackblood name Talon, who had her head battered with the thoughts of demons. After all, I knew exactly the burden she was under. It wasn't easy having other people's thoughts pounding in your head all day long.

      There was no one else in mine right now. Far from going crazy, I didn't hear voices when I stood in my kitchen alone. If I concentrated hard enough, I might get some vibes here and there but I'd learned early on not to press too hard. Like the proverbial Pandora's box, some thoughts were better left untapped. I'd learned the hard way that some things were better left alone.

      Taking up the half empty coffee cup I'd poured earlier to accompany my mini movie marathon, I crossed from the living room down the hallway to the kitchen. Another point of similarity that I had with Talon was the likes of crazed demons like Everit Dred and Rebb were after me.

      Something I'd better shove to the back of my mind if I wanted to maintain my sanity. It was already tough enough trying to keep other people's thoughts out without obsessing about a certain dark-haired babe with an insane murderous side to her. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why I lived in solitude so far out of town.

      It couldn't technically be called a town since the small town boasted only 1000 citizens at last count if any. Hooterville, Mayberry, Kelsey had called it in frank derision. A zealously dedicated city girl, she didn't care much for small communities. But that was just the way I liked it.

      Unlike my last apartment in New York where I had at least a dozen other tenants on the same floor as me, my closest neighbor now lived more than a mile away. Close enough for a yell if I ever needed their help and yet far enough not to burden me with their incessant problems.

      Every once in a while in the spirit of neighborliness, Mrs. Jackson would come by with a freshly baked pie and I reciprocated by occasionally babysitting for their youngest, boisterous little Lucy. It was no hardship caring for the youngster whose thoughts were as bright and innocent as the summer sunshine.

      Spying from the kitchen windows, I could just almost see the top of the Jackson's cottage as I washed the coffee mug. Such enforced solitude would drive practically anyone insane but it suited me far better than living in a crowded city.

      That was one early experiment that had turned out a disastrous failure. Granted though it had been years before I'd gained the mastery and experience I needed to handle my burgeoning powers. Since I'd gained some measure of control over my abilities, living in the city now certainly wouldn't have much effect on me but I figured caution should be the operative word here.

      With my heritage, it hadn't come as a surprise that I'd develop some powers that would seem extraordinary to normal human beings. Compared to some of the more bizarre powers supernatural’s could receive, having telepathy seemed like a pretty good deal. It certainly beat getting incinerating hands or green horns on the head. Coupled with the magic I'd inherited from my mother; they packed quite a lethal combination.

      There were no traces of psychic or super abilities in any of the branches of the family and yet I had them in spades, a genetic fluke born of two disparate yet similar races. Sorcerers and witches. Quite literally especially when it pertained to my history, the Montagues, and Capulets of the supernatural world. And following the routine of that well-known romance, I had been the product of the love between Romeo and Juliet. Not that my mother would ever see herself in the humiliating role of the tragic heroine.

      Once she'd foreseen the disastrous consequences of my remaining in the hands of my Grandmother's family, she'd made a disappearance worthy of Houdini herself. If they even had an inkling of her intentions, the Sect certainly wouldn't have let a direct offspring of one of their own escape without some form of retribution but my mother hid herself well - and my Grandmother helped her do so.

      My mother's elder sister, Endora, a high-ranking member of the Coven, had elected to come with us into hiding and together, the two sisters had brought me up in the relative obscurity of Shadow Creek. Ironically, the tragedy that would befall us came not as a result

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