Catching Shadows is a time travel, very erotic and one with a gothic flare. I grew up reading gothic romances, all those dark, handsome heroes with their demons haunting them. Oh yes, makes for some sexy heroes :)
CATCHING SHADOWS
By
Jewel Adams
CHARITY BECKER’S lover kisses her lips with searing passion and melts away as the morning light strikes her bedroom window. She steps through the fine line that separates the present from the past.
Waiting for her on the other side is JACOB KINGSMAN, a man claiming her as his wife. Can Charity’s passion to discover the truth regarding the real Mrs. Kingsman free Jacob of his guilt?
Together they scorch time with a hot, erotic passion in CATCHING SHADOWS.
Gothic Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-935048-01-5 1-935048-01-5
Words: 39,148
CATCHING SHADOWS
PROLOGUE
Her lips captured the playful finger tracing her chin and immediately she drew on it, taking the full length into the warm recess of her mouth. She moaned against the tough flesh that didn’t possess the vibrant magnificence of a wild cock, one she wanted to wrap her lips around.
The heated trail of his lips down her neck made her release him as her head went back, giving him full freedom to explore her. Her lower body arched to press into the full length of his cock, hmm, he feels so good, so powerful as his sex pulses against her welcoming flesh. She moved the moist hot folds of her pussy, up… then down the power now held within the velvet folds. She wanted to experience the feel of him inside her, close him within the satin sheath of fire and suck his fierce possession deep into her hungry womb. Before she could raise her hips higher his large strong hands took hold of her, driving her harder against the wild lustful part of him she wanted to tame…
“Can you feel me now, woman?”
The passion that held him came through as a rough whisper. His question became one she wanted to answer, wanted to be a part of, “Yes, oh heavens, yes, I do feel you.”
His response came from desire. “I want you to stay with me.”
Through the promised rapture that held her, she looked up at him, needing to see if he spoke the truth. But the darkness moved all around them and Charity felt the cold moving closer… “No, don’t leave me…I want to stay…with you!”
With the force he always came to her with, he pulled away, vanishing from her embrace. “No, please stay…I’m sorry!”
He could not hear her any longer. The morning sun started to light the room, pushing back the darkness, making the last of his essence slip back into the shadows.
Her tongue traced her lips trying to capture the last part of him…gone. Once again she lost him, she feared her heart would crush under the emptiness. Staring at the last of the shadows Charity let her tears fall for what she failed to keep with her. She wondered if he would return. Might she hold him the next time?
“Please give me another chance…” her tears fell faster for she didn’t have a name or face to put to the plea, only a shadow.
CATCHING SHADOWS
CHAPTER 1
Sand Castles
There it was again, another glimmer of a figure near the window. Charity thought she might be going mad. She waited for another glimpse, but none came, they never did when she looked for them. It took a minute to release the breath she held. The rush of fresh air felt light in her lungs, but it couldn’t take the apprehension away.
“I wish it would leave.”
But no, her head shook to defy the declaration. She wanted to know what it was…more who it could be and if the feelings touching her were real. Even now the sensation lingered, as if she were being caressed. Like in her dreams, ones that left her breathless in unfulfilled passion, before slipping back into the night when the sun began to wake the day.
“What a silly idea.” She actually stamped her foot for emphasis. Or did she expect to scare it out of hiding?
“What’s silly Charity?
She gave her nephew a quick glance, then a smile to ease the serious look he maintained on her. “Nothing, nothing at all Pauly.”
“Can we go to the beach?”
“Sure, when should we go?”
“Now, oh please?”
Right now any excuse she could find to get out of the house sounded good to her. Why her sister insisted on staying in this relic for the summer still bothered her. Of course, Lynda’s boyfriend did own the place. She should be here, not Charity!
“Okay, run and get your suit on, I’ll get the towels.”
“Can I bring my bucket?”
“Yes, and the shovel, don’t forget the shovel.” His whoop of excitement acknowledged he heard her.
Charity lost her thoughts to getting everything ready for the beach and to pack some treats and drinks for the two of them. “It is a beautiful day for the beach.”
The prospect of the beach couldn’t steal her thoughts away from the problem. She sighed and wondered why this was happening. “I swear I need a vacation!”
Ah, but wasn’t she suppose to be on one? Of course she still minded the house and chores, as well as watching Pauly. If given a choice she would have preferred to stay behind while everyone came here. “That certainly wouldn’t have worked for anyone but me.”
Charity really hated feeling sorry for herself, it wasn’t a very positive attitude. Then things haven’t been in the best of light for her. “And YOU, whoever you might be, aren’t helping any!”
Her little tirade didn’t even stir the dust balls, let alone earn her an answer. Yet she almost wished someone would retaliate, yell back, “…be real?”
Were shadows real? “Now that is the million dollar question. And no, I don’t expect anyone to step forward and give a valid answer.”
Yet ever since arriving here the question became extremely important to her. They, the encounters, started that first week and kept getting stronger with each passing day.
Charity saw shadows!
Not just any shadow, no she couldn’t be lucky enough to see a shadow of a chair or the sun coming through the lace curtains at the window. What seemed to plague her were shadows of one particular…man!
“Yes, it is a man. I can feel his presence…even now, in the daylight.”
But was he real? Was she just imagining all this?
Pauly’s sliding entrance into the kitchen ended the questions she kept asking herself.
“I’m ready!”
“I can see you are and so am I. Our lunch is packed and I think I’ve got everything.”
“I have my bucket and the shovel!”
It would be nice to be a child once again, no worries beyond the day. Charity pushed her troubled thoughts away and ruffled Pauly’s hair. “Good, you can build me a giant sand castle.”
It didn’t take them long to start down the path to the shore. For a second she hesitated and fought the need to look back at the house. The pull on her senses became too strong and she turned…there, at her bedroom window. She felt her stomach drop. The figure of a man stood there…watching her.
“Come on Charity!”
Pauly’s call shook her out of the stunned trance she’d fallen into. “You’re not real.”
She turned away, almost daring him to refute her declaration!
* * * *
Charity carried the sleepy Pauly up to his bed. Poor boy nearly fell asleep eating his dinner. She shouldn’t have kept them at the beach as long as she did, but she couldn’t make herself come back here. To hope it would be gone on their return turned into a useless wish on her part.
Even now, as she tucked Pauly in, she felt as if someone watched her. She tried not to let the feelings invade her, but every day it grew stronger and she could no longer ignore the presence. Her skin actually tingled whenever it came near her. She swore she could feel the heat from his body, the whisper touch of his fingers as they brushed over her cheek.
As she left her nephew’s room she tried to concentrate on the problem and not the presence following her. She hesitated by her bedroom door then walked past it, knowing she didn’t want to chance what might happen, again, if she went to bed. The heat flooded her cheeks over the memory of last night’s visit. Just thinking about the memory made the lazy warmth move through her. Strange as this all appeared to be, she never in her life felt so alive as when he made love to her. But, they hadn’t really finished the act and the emptiness left in his wake felt like a deep well, one she could drown in should he not return.
Her hands clasped the banister over the heaviness in her legs. “No…I won’t let you control me this way!”
The air near her grew chilly as if she’d slapped him. Maybe she could control this, what ever it might be. She made sure her footsteps were secure before taking the next step. The sensual weakness lessened, but remained too near the surface for her to relax. Charity didn’t relax until she stepped off the last step.
Would he really hurt her? She wished she hadn’t thought to ask such a question. But once it came, she couldn’t help but shiver over the possible answers. Charity knew all she ever felt from him was passion, strong, vibrant and yes…dangerous passion. The blush sweeping up her throat didn’t stop her from remembering what he made her feel. She closed her eyes for just a second to savor the desire, before forcing it back into the darkness. “If only…”
* * * *
“Damn you!” Jacob’s fist hit the door. As he rolled his back against the heavy wood, he searched the room to see if her image remained. The anger vibrated through his body, tensing the breadth of his powerful frame.
He let his head fall back, needing to feel the solid presence of the house, wondering how he would ever survive her treachery; for Jacob feared his own sanity at this moment. “I held you in my very hands, and yet you vanish before my eyes. Where do you hide?” The question made his eyes close as he groaned over the absurdity. “I talk to air and expect answers!”
There, a quick glimpse by the stairs. Jacob pushed off the door to follow what he feared would be another dead end. His steps slowed as he neared the stairwell, she stood at the top of the stairs. He wanted to reach out and touch her, pull her to him, but something kept him from acting on his desire.
He followed her down the stairs, she looked worried tonight. The darkness under her eyes made him wonder if she too lost a night’s sleep. It would be her own fault for the games she played with him… “In my own house!”
Nary a length of her beautiful hair moved from his outburst. He did so love to touch her hair, she would put the finest fur to shame, for its softness was like none he’d ever felt. The memory made him think on their night together, just the thought made him instantly hard in desire. He possessed a ravenous hunger for this woman. The way her breast rested in his palm before he would wrap his fingers about the ample globe. His tongue came out as if to taste the ripe, swollen nipple that he brought to life. Ahh, the sweetness of a woman in heat…
She moved too quickly off the last step! Jacob cursed his musing for he knew she wouldn’t be there. As he feared she escaped from his sight once again. Nearly two weeks hath passed since they started playing this cat and mouse game of hers.
“I know not where you go Charity, but by all that is holy you will not leave us! If I need to take this house apart, board and stone, I will find your hiding place and we shall end this foolish game of yours!”
“You are mine Charity. My wife, forever!”
PROLOGUE
Her lips captured the playful finger tracing her chin and immediately she drew on it, taking the full length into the warm recess of her mouth. She moaned against the tough flesh that didn’t possess the vibrant magnificence of a wild cock, one she wanted to wrap her lips around.
The heated trail of his lips down her neck made her release him as her head went back, giving him full freedom to explore her. Her lower body arched to press into the full length of his cock, hmm, he feels so good, so powerful as his sex pulses against her welcoming flesh. She moved the moist hot folds of her pussy, up… then down the power now held within the velvet folds. She wanted to experience the feel of him inside her, close him within the satin sheath of fire and suck his fierce possession deep into her hungry womb. Before she could raise her hips higher his large strong hands took hold of her, driving her harder against the wild lustful part of him she wanted to tame…
“Can you feel me now, woman?”
The passion that held him came through as a rough whisper. His question became one she wanted to answer, wanted to be a part of, “Yes, oh heavens, yes, I do feel you.”
His response came from desire. “I want you to stay with me.”
Through the promised rapture that held her, she looked up at him, needing to see if he spoke the truth. But the darkness moved all around them and Charity felt the cold moving closer… “No, don’t leave me…I want to stay…with you!”
With the force he always came to her with, he pulled away, vanishing from her embrace. “No, please stay…I’m sorry!”
He could not hear her any longer. The morning sun started to light the room, pushing back the darkness, making the last of his essence slip back into the shadows.
Her tongue traced her lips trying to capture the last part of him…gone. Once again she lost him, she feared her heart would crush under the emptiness. Staring at the last of the shadows Charity let her tears fall for what she failed to keep with her. She wondered if he would return. Might she hold him the next time?
“Please give me another chance…” her tears fell faster for she didn’t have a name or face to put to the plea, only a shadow.
CATCHING SHADOWS
CHAPTER 1
Sand Castles
There it was again, another glimmer of a figure near the window. Charity thought she might be going mad. She waited for another glimpse, but none came, they never did when she looked for them. It took a minute to release the breath she held. The rush of fresh air felt light in her lungs, but it couldn’t take the apprehension away.
“I wish it would leave.”
But no, her head shook to defy the declaration. She wanted to know what it was…more who it could be and if the feelings touching her were real. Even now the sensation lingered, as if she were being caressed. Like in her dreams, ones that left her breathless in unfulfilled passion, before slipping back into the night when the sun began to wake the day.
“What a silly idea.” She actually stamped her foot for emphasis. Or did she expect to scare it out of hiding?
“What’s silly Charity?
She gave her nephew a quick glance, then a smile to ease the serious look he maintained on her. “Nothing, nothing at all Pauly.”
“Can we go to the beach?”
“Sure, when should we go?”
“Now, oh please?”
Right now any excuse she could find to get out of the house sounded good to her. Why her sister insisted on staying in this relic for the summer still bothered her. Of course, Lynda’s boyfriend did own the place. She should be here, not Charity!
“Okay, run and get your suit on, I’ll get the towels.”
“Can I bring my bucket?”
“Yes, and the shovel, don’t forget the shovel.” His whoop of excitement acknowledged he heard her.
Charity lost her thoughts to getting everything ready for the beach and to pack some treats and drinks for the two of them. “It is a beautiful day for the beach.”
The prospect of the beach couldn’t steal her thoughts away from the problem. She sighed and wondered why this was happening. “I swear I need a vacation!”
Ah, but wasn’t she suppose to be on one? Of course she still minded the house and chores, as well as watching Pauly. If given a choice she would have preferred to stay behind while everyone came here. “That certainly wouldn’t have worked for anyone but me.”
Charity really hated feeling sorry for herself, it wasn’t a very positive attitude. Then things haven’t been in the best of light for her. “And YOU, whoever you might be, aren’t helping any!”
Her little tirade didn’t even stir the dust balls, let alone earn her an answer. Yet she almost wished someone would retaliate, yell back, “…be real?”
Were shadows real? “Now that is the million dollar question. And no, I don’t expect anyone to step forward and give a valid answer.”
Yet ever since arriving here the question became extremely important to her. They, the encounters, started that first week and kept getting stronger with each passing day.
Charity saw shadows!
Not just any shadow, no she couldn’t be lucky enough to see a shadow of a chair or the sun coming through the lace curtains at the window. What seemed to plague her were shadows of one particular…man!
“Yes, it is a man. I can feel his presence…even now, in the daylight.”
But was he real? Was she just imagining all this?
Pauly’s sliding entrance into the kitchen ended the questions she kept asking herself.
“I’m ready!”
“I can see you are and so am I. Our lunch is packed and I think I’ve got everything.”
“I have my bucket and the shovel!”
It would be nice to be a child once again, no worries beyond the day. Charity pushed her troubled thoughts away and ruffled Pauly’s hair. “Good, you can build me a giant sand castle.”
It didn’t take them long to start down the path to the shore. For a second she hesitated and fought the need to look back at the house. The pull on her senses became too strong and she turned…there, at her bedroom window. She felt her stomach drop. The figure of a man stood there…watching her.
“Come on Charity!”
Pauly’s call shook her out of the stunned trance she’d fallen into. “You’re not real.”
She turned away, almost daring him to refute her declaration!
* * * *
Charity carried the sleepy Pauly up to his bed. Poor boy nearly fell asleep eating his dinner. She shouldn’t have kept them at the beach as long as she did, but she couldn’t make herself come back here. To hope it would be gone on their return turned into a useless wish on her part.
Even now, as she tucked Pauly in, she felt as if someone watched her. She tried not to let the feelings invade her, but every day it grew stronger and she could no longer ignore the presence. Her skin actually tingled whenever it came near her. She swore she could feel the heat from his body, the whisper touch of his fingers as they brushed over her cheek.
As she left her nephew’s room she tried to concentrate on the problem and not the presence following her. She hesitated by her bedroom door then walked past it, knowing she didn’t want to chance what might happen, again, if she went to bed. The heat flooded her cheeks over the memory of last night’s visit. Just thinking about the memory made the lazy warmth move through her. Strange as this all appeared to be, she never in her life felt so alive as when he made love to her. But, they hadn’t really finished the act and the emptiness left in his wake felt like a deep well, one she could drown in should he not return.
Her hands clasped the banister over the heaviness in her legs. “No…I won’t let you control me this way!”
The air near her grew chilly as if she’d slapped him. Maybe she could control this, what ever it might be. She made sure her footsteps were secure before taking the next step. The sensual weakness lessened, but remained too near the surface for her to relax. Charity didn’t relax until she stepped off the last step.
Would he really hurt her? She wished she hadn’t thought to ask such a question. But once it came, she couldn’t help but shiver over the possible answers. Charity knew all she ever felt from him was passion, strong, vibrant and yes…dangerous passion. The blush sweeping up her throat didn’t stop her from remembering what he made her feel. She closed her eyes for just a second to savor the desire, before forcing it back into the darkness. “If only…”
* * * *
“Damn you!” Jacob’s fist hit the door. As he rolled his back against the heavy wood, he searched the room to see if her image remained. The anger vibrated through his body, tensing the breadth of his powerful frame.
He let his head fall back, needing to feel the solid presence of the house, wondering how he would ever survive her treachery; for Jacob feared his own sanity at this moment. “I held you in my very hands, and yet you vanish before my eyes. Where do you hide?” The question made his eyes close as he groaned over the absurdity. “I talk to air and expect answers!”
There, a quick glimpse by the stairs. Jacob pushed off the door to follow what he feared would be another dead end. His steps slowed as he neared the stairwell, she stood at the top of the stairs. He wanted to reach out and touch her, pull her to him, but something kept him from acting on his desire.
He followed her down the stairs, she looked worried tonight. The darkness under her eyes made him wonder if she too lost a night’s sleep. It would be her own fault for the games she played with him… “In my own house!”
Nary a length of her beautiful hair moved from his outburst. He did so love to touch her hair, she would put the finest fur to shame, for its softness was like none he’d ever felt. The memory made him think on their night together, just the thought made him instantly hard in desire. He possessed a ravenous hunger for this woman. The way her breast rested in his palm before he would wrap his fingers about the ample globe. His tongue came out as if to taste the ripe, swollen nipple that he brought to life. Ahh, the sweetness of a woman in heat…
She moved too quickly off the last step! Jacob cursed his musing for he knew she wouldn’t be there. As he feared she escaped from his sight once again. Nearly two weeks hath passed since they started playing this cat and mouse game of hers.
“I know not where you go Charity, but by all that is holy you will not leave us! If I need to take this house apart, board and stone, I will find your hiding place and we shall end this foolish game of yours!”
“You are mine Charity. My wife, forever!”
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