The Damnation of Antoinette d’Acier

Copyright © 2008 by Walter Cie
Published by Carnal Desires Publishing

Dave Morgan’s marriage is kaput, his emotions are in shambles, and he’s seriously looking at suicide as the most attractive way out of his pain when the company’s newest engineer is introduced to him. Toni Steele is pretty, intelligent and magnetically sensual. Her dark, mysterious eyes draw him immediately from his pain and immerse him in a whirlpool of sexual ecstasy – one that he never had but always wanted with his ex wife.

In the process of exploring each other’s sexuality, they fall desperately in love with one another. However, Toni harbors a terrible secret – a secret that promises to separate them forever.

With an emphasis on love and loyalty, a dollop of Psychology 101, and a giant nod to the presence of something beyond our ability to comprehend, it is a relentlessly, graphically and lovingly erotic contemporary paranormal romance that explores the misconceptions about the relationships between the sexes and our own sexuality with which we all grow up.

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Here’s a tidbit for you from Chapter 2 . . .

We rode along in silence for several blocks, each of us staring distractedly ahead, each of us intensely aware of the person beside us. At last, she shifted in the seat. “It’s really too warm to be wearing a coat today,” she declared as she leaned forward and began to shrug out of her jacket. My erection, which had subsided as we drove, suddenly roared back to life as the outline of a pointy, perfectly formed, bra-less breast strained against her blouse as her left arm wrapped behind her while she tugged at the sleeve with her right hand. Through the translucent silk fabric, the nipple that I had already been mesmerized by was now like the cherry sitting on a slightly swollen circle of pink frosting surmounting an exquisitely shaped little cupcake. She smiled as she turned towards me to pull the jacket off her right arm, then laid it across her lap and brushed lightly at her breasts as if trying to remove some lint. 

I looked up just in time to avoid rear-ending a Mercedes waiting at a stoplight. 

“That was close,” she said. The mischievous smile on her face broadened as her eyes shifted briefly but pointedly to the raging bulge in my pants.