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    Tentacles and Wedding Bells
    Tentacles and Wedding Bells
    Tentacles and Wedding Bells
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    Tentacles and Wedding Bells

    By Margaret L. Carter

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    Two funny, spicy, Lovecraftian short romances:

    "In the Tentacles of Love": Lauren isn't sure what to make of her inexplicably shy fiancé, who insists they wait to engage in full intimacy—and nudity—until after the wedding. Does his reticence have something to do with his family's eccentric customs and pagan rituals? When Blake takes Lauren to visit the family's Victorian beach house, where the two of them will spend their honeymoon, her questions are answered. First, he introduces her to his twin brother, who lives in a boarded-up attic room… for a very good reason. He looks more like their father than Blake does. Then Blake finally unveils his true self. If Lauren can accept the mind-blowing revelation, their love may expand to a whole new dimension.

    "Weird Wedding Guest": At Lauren's wedding, bridesmaid Roxanne can't wait to meet her mysterious e-mail pal, Wilbur, the groom's reclusive brother. To her shock, he proves to be truly out of this world—a half-alien, amorphous, six-foot-tall collage of scintillating tentacles and eye stalks. How can their meeting of minds rise above the radical differences between their bodies?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMargaret L. Carter
    Release dateFeb 24, 2023
    ISBN9798215058145
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      Tentacles and Wedding Bells - Margaret L. Carter

      In the Tentacles of Love

      Chapter One

      The house, weathered to gray-brown by a over a century of salt air, loomed over them. It had a wraparound porch and two stories plus a gabled attic. Lauren noticed one of the gable windows was boarded up.

      She stepped out of the car and grasped Blake's hand. The setting sun cast their elongated shadows onto the front yard, a stretch of sand punctuated by patches of coarse grass. You're sure you want to spend our honeymoon here? His family's vacation home looked ready to crumble at any second like the House of Usher.

      Not a matter of what I want. I have to be here on the solstice. Family tradition. He reeled her into his arms and ran his hands over her back. I wanted to give you an advance look at the place, at least.

      Thank goodness for small blessings, I guess. This solstice thing must have some connection to the obscure pagan religion his folks practiced. He'd been vague on the subject, but since he'd agreed to get married in her parents' church so her mother wouldn't succumb to a massive heart attack from sheer outrage, she was okay with it. Just one more week, and he'll be mine forever, so I'm not sweating details. On the whole, Blake's family seemed nice enough, regardless of their odd customs. Even Uncle Dexter from Innsmouth, who bore an unsettling facial resemblance to a fish, and Aunt Lavinia from Dunwich, a pale, white-haired woman who'd wanted the wedding performed at a prehistoric stone circle in rural Massachusetts. Well, all except Cousin Stella from Boston, who looked physically normal but had kept sidling up to Lauren during the engagement party, muttering about strange eons and asking whether she really planned to go through with the marriage.

      Lauren hooked her arms around Blake's waist. Going to carry me over the threshold?

      Maybe we should save that for the wedding night. His gray-blue eyes clouded over. I've got something to show you. After that, if you want to call everything off, I won't blame you.

      She tilted her head back to scan his face. Yeah, right. With the wedding a week away, a nonreturnable deposit on the caterer, and my dress fitted and paid for? Sure, I'll give serious thought to dropping the whole idea. 

      He smiled, but in a sickly, halfhearted way. He wasn't kidding!

      What are you raving about? She switched her hands from his waist to his shoulders, half tempted to shake him. If you want to back out, just say so. Don't put it on me. 

      No! He hugged her so tightly she had to gasp for breath. Losing you is the last thing I want. But after you see—well, it'll be your choice.

      Releasing her, he led her up the gravel driveway to the porch. Its floorboards creaked underfoot. Waves crashed on the rocky shore directly behind the house. Let me guess, she said. You brought me here to warn me we're spending our wedding night in the House of Frankenstein.

      Hang on, it's not that bad inside. He unlocked the door and flung it open with a flourish.

      She sniffed the air. A little stale, but not musty or mildewed as she'd feared. The foyer light, a lamp in an old-fashioned sconce on the paneled wall, showed a worn but clean and waxed dark hardwood floor. No visible dust.  Okay, maybe a honeymoon in a Victorian beach house on a New England coast miles from anywhere except a couple of farms wouldn't be a disaster after all. At least the sea air made the place almost cool for June, and they'd have plenty of privacy.

      Speaking of that... She snuggled up to him, wiggling her hips and silently gloating over the hard ridge she felt through his baggy cargo shorts. He'd been caressing her thighs at stoplights for the past twenty miles. Going to show me the bedroom? She ran her fingers through his luxuriant black hair, only a little shorter than her own closely-trimmed, honey-blonde curls.

      Sure. With all that wedding hassle, it seems like forever since we had any time alone. I can't wait to get you horizontal. He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, and finally her mouth.

      Her lips parted to welcome his tongue with eager thrusts of her own. Sparks zapped from that spot to her breasts and below. By the time he paused for breath, a pleasant flutter had started in the pit of her stomach.

      Especially when this might be my last chance. You might run screaming into the night and never come back. This time he tried to make the comment sound like a joke, but the attempt fell flat. He actually thought something in this house would freak her out.

      Why? You're about to tell me insanity runs in your family? The way you're talking right now, I could believe it. Aside from Cousin Stella, they didn't act particularly weird, despite their looks. Even Great-Aunt Asenath from Arkham, who reminded Lauren of an anorexic frog, intimidated her with starchy New England manners, not eccentric babbling.

      Not exactly that, Blake said. 

      Well, there's certainly nothing wrong with you. No trace of fish or frog in his appearance.

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