Marie Treanor

Witch of Alloway is available now from Changeling Press.
http://www.ChangelingPress.com
"Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin!
In hell, they'll roast thee like a herrin!"
Robert Burns, Tam O’Shanter
Boredom has turned Annie into a witch of Alloway. But when notorious rock star Tam returns for a special Hallowe’en gig in the village, it’s more than the dead that Annie raises!

Tam finds his homecoming surreal. A gig in his old Scout Hall, the sexy girl in the wings who seems strangely familiar - and the dancing fiends in the graveyard of the Old Church, that force him to make an unexpected life decision.

Robert Burns would turn in his grave!

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Reviews:

"JACK-O-LANTERNS: WITCH OF ALLOWAY is a fast paced erotic story that is short in length but packed with desire and passion. This story seizes you from page one and keeps you hanging on until the last. The characters are exciting, appealing, and make you feel as if you are part of the story. Marie Treanor has penned a great Halloween story with JACK-O-LANTERNS: WITCH OF ALLOWAY that would make a perfect bedtime read for any time of the year."- 5 Blue Ribbons, Moon Tee, Romance Junkies

"Jack-o-Lantern: Witch of Alloway is a most entertaining Halloween entry, which will turn up the reader’s heat level immediately and send chills down the spine simultaneously. Marie Treanor knows her setting and her characters. The appeal of sizzling spontaneous sensuality adds to the excitement of the story. This one is a “don’t miss” spooky, scary, scorcher." - 5 hearts, Annie, The Romance Studio

"The characterization and the sensual love scenes were top-notch and this was an enjoyable read. My biggest problem with the book was that at 19 pages, it was just far too short. I hope the author revisits Alloway in the future." - 4 kisses, Cat, Two Lips Reviews

Excerpts:

      Tam took another swig from the bottle, then offered it to her. Surprised by the action, she took it without meaning to. Tam’s gaze swept over her face and down her throat to her short, black dress, tight across the bust and hips, the neckline provocatively cut to show only a tempting morsel of cleavage. The tip of his tongue touched his lower lip and disappeared again. When his eyes lifted once more to hers, they were hot and clouded, a spark of some yellow light seemed to flicker in their depths. Annie’s breath caught. A sudden release of sexual moisture flooded down her thighs.
      “Going to a party?” he asked huskily.
      “You could say that,” she managed to respond, running one hand down her side, over her breast and waist and hip. With relief, she remembered she was a bad girl, that she knew how to do this. “I’m a witch.”
      That funny breath of laughter came again. It was something she’d never associated with him before -- it enchanted and excited her.
      “Oh I can see that you are. Can I come with you to your party, witch?”
      “No,” she said with perfect truth -- and not a little regret. Tomorrow she   wouldn’t be able to believe that she had turned him down. Him. “You’re not allowed. Only witches. So if you saw us, I’d have to kill you.”
      “You’re killing me now. Don’t I know you, witch?” His gaze roamed her face, a faint frown of puzzled recognition on his brow.
      “Not in the Biblical sense,” said Annie brazenly, and at that, he smiled into her eyes, a rare, complete smile that deprived her of what little breath she had left. He moved nearer resting one arm on the wall above her head as he leaned into her. She could make out the texture of his lips, feel the heat of his body so close yet so tantalizingly apart from hers.
      He said, “I’d like to change that, wouldn’t you?”
      God he was blatant. Perversely now, she fought back. “Why would I? Because you’re a rock star?”
      But again he only laughed silently. His body seemed to crackle with excitement. A quick glance at his crotch proved it. Inside the skin tight jeans, his cock stood out mouth-wateringly huge and thick.
      “You don’t give a fuck about that,” he said surprisingly. “Maybe that’s what turns me on. That and your… costume.” He reached out and in imitation of her own gesture, swept his hand down her side from breast to hip, making her gasp aloud. His hand stayed on her hip, hot and arousing. He leaned in so that his breath tickled her ear. Frissons of pleasure stole down her neck and back to center on her hot, aching core. “So much so that I can’t go back on stage until…”
      “Until you fuck me?” She meant it to be wicked, provocative, and was very afraid it sounded merely astonished. His hard cock brushed against her abdomen, his breath on her neck made her wriggle, bringing her into closer contact with him. She couldn’t help it. His big, lean body fit around hers like the missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle. The touch of his naked chest, with its light covering of sexy black hair, against her breasts brought her pebbled nipples to aching peaks.
      “Please tell me that was an offer,” he whispered, and as her head twisted, he swooped and captured her mouth in his.