Get ready for something a bit wicked, very wild and extremely wicked with Nikki Prince, and her fellow contributors from A Cauldron of Tales. And while I don't usually feature "explicit," be warned with that steamy excerpt ...
Witches and broomsticks... I
bet you visualize a woman with a long, warty nose and a pointy hat riding a
broom across the moon. That’s what we’ve been told for years, yes?
*evil cackle*
You see, there was a time,
long, long ago, when witches were any woman that didn’t conform to society’s
rules. You took a few herbs, you were a witch. You lived alone, you were a
witch. You didn’t go to church, you were a witch. Imagine what Puritan England
would think of recreational drug users?
Witches!
Truth was, many “witches” back
then were drug users, women who used and escaped into hallucinogens. A drug was
very popular, belladonna, and taking it allowed them to “dance with the devil”
or whatever it was they imagined themselves doing.
But here’s the catch. They
didn’t shoot it up. There were no needles and syringes. And it tasted bad.
Awful.
So it had to be applied to an
open wound or to your membrane. Take a wild guess, then, where you got some
major mucus membranes, ladies, and think about that broomstick.
The “witches” did, indeed,
shove broomsticks up their vaginas, with the ointment applied to the tip.
And
that is how Devil’s Berries came to be.
I first read of this in The
X-Files: Book of the Unexplained Volume Two.
There are tons more articles on
the subject of witches “riding” those brooms. J
Happy Halloween!!!! Enjoy your
broomsticks, ladies.
Excerpt from The Devil’s
Berries:
Sabine lay on the bed of hay in the center of
the room. The bowl of belladonna was on the floor by its side. She placed a
finger in the concoction, raised it to her lips for an experimental taste, and
grimaced at the horrid bitterness. But she had no open wounds, and she wasn’t
going to inflict one, not when her mother had told her of another way. But
first, she’d have to prepare.
She began with languid strokes up and down her
breasts and belly. A warm build up started in her core and spread its warmth to
her face, where it flushed her. Heat formed in her mound, where it grew damp,
and then down to her toes, which curled. She ran her hands down to her core,
touched herself there, moaned at the sticky feel. She began to stroke her
little nub. Womanly juices began to drip onto her fingers.
Soon her body was relaxed enough, and she
grabbed another object ready for her use from next to her bed. Taking a deep
breath, she dunked the end of it into the devil’s berries, and after coating
the broom’s smooth-sanded handle with the liquid, slowly and tentatively placed
it at the entrance to her moistened pussy.
Sabine thrust it inside her in one stroke and
gasped at the pleasure and pain of it. She tossed her head back and allowed a
guttural cry to rent the air. Briefly, she lost her wits.
She didn’t know how much time passed as she lay
there writhing, squeezing her breasts, stroking her belly, tweaking her nub,
but as she came to from her latest explosion, she became aware of a presence in
the room. A feeling of darkness and the smell of decay. She gasped. Had they
come for her…?
About the Contributors
Sonia Hightower is a pen name for Tara
Chevrestt, a deaf woman, former aviation mechanic, writer, and editor. She is most
passionate about planes, motorcycles, dogs, and above all, reading. That led to her love of
writing. Between her writing and her editing, which allows her to be home with her little canine
kids, she believes she has the greatest job in the world. She is very happily married.
Sonia writes the racy stuff and argues she was here first. She just wasn’t
allowed to be unleashed until the last year.
While Tara and Sonia continue to fight over the laptop and debate who writes
the next book, you can find buy links, blurbs, and other
fun bits on their website,
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Lorraine Nelson is
a multi-published author who lives in rural New Brunswick, on the east
coast of Canada. Always a bookworm, she’s
read many novels of romance and mystery over the
years, finally deciding to put her pen to
work at writing one.
Lorraine lives alone with an independent yet affectionate tomcat, enjoys
spending time with
her three sons and six grandchildren, the
latest just born in December, 2011. When not at the
computer, you can find her spending time
with family, gardening, baking, and, of course,
reading.
Lorraine loves to hear from readers. You can keep up with Lorraine’s releases
by visiting
her at the following locations:
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A rocker by heart, Chacelyn Pierce is constantly ear plugged with heavy
tunes blaring to stir
up the phantom personalities that swarm
her mind. It’s no surprise she enjoys writing and
reading to satiate her appetite for the
male antagonist in a story. Married to a blatant redhead and
mothering a diva, there is never a dull
moment in the house. As a native Texan, she doesn’t
personally own a horse but follows the
unwritten southern rule of knowing how to ride one.
When she’s not testing the emotional
capacity of her characters, she works part time as a dog
groomer.
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As a child, Angelina Rain wanted
to be a fashion designer, artist, lawyer, psychologist, cop,
and everything else known to man and
woman. It wasn’t until high school that she had a dream
where she was a bestselling author.
Awoken from the dream, Angelina knew what she wanted to
do with her life.
Currently, Angie lives in the south suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, where she
crafts stories of
passion, intrigue, romance, magic, and
the occasional sarcastic bitch heroine she bases on
herself.
Ang loves to hear from her fans and
welcomes emails from readers. Write to her at
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Nikki Prince is a mother of two,
who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in
gaming, cooking, reading, writing, and raising her children as readers too. Her mother can now breathe
easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and
reading when it wasn’t appropriate. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but
wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth. You can
find buy links, blurbs and other information on Nikki Prince at her website: http://www.nikkiprince.blogspot.com
or on her Facebook page:
Blurb:
In The Devil’s
Berries, readers are taken back to Renaissance England where Sabine, facing her
last night alive, reveals how the witch really came to be associated with the
broomstick. Will her nightly visitor bring her more trouble or will he give her
peace?
Cindy can’t
decide if she’s Hexed Or Vexed her longtime friend, Killen. All she knows is
that one second he was her very manly friend, and the next, he’s a dog.
Can her Witchy Group on Facebook help her fix the mess, or will she be burdened
with a comical canine companion the rest of her days?
Willow Vance is
a poor excuse for a witch, and by some stroke of luck, the six-year-old Past
Potion she crafted worked. When the hexed warlock finds out about Willow's
curse, he will stop at nothing for her to lift the spell. Willow can run, but
does she want to?
Alone for
Halloween, Bryn is ready to take some frustrations out on her purple
battery-operated toy, but she’s in for a surprise when the Toy Soldier becomes
a flesh-and-blood man. Grateful to be free of his plastic curse, Byron will do
anything for her...no matter how naughty.
A dance of
seduction under The Light of the Moon turns into a night of passion, but will
that be enough for Aponi to keep the man of her dreams enchanted? Or will the
flame that was ignited die out just as quickly as it sparked?
Danica finds
herself confused after a trip to the carnival with her best friend and
coworker. She’s been attracted to Lisette for months, but are her feelings
really being reciprocated, or was there A Sappho Spell cast in Madame Lilith’s
tent?
