Halloween Hollow

Maggie Fredrickson is a full-time graduate student, just trying to get home to her grandparents after her grandfather fell and broke his hip. They had always taken care of her, now it was her turn to take care of them. But when she gets stranded on the side of the road in her trusty VW in the middle of a terrible thunderstorm, she seeks shelter in a strange old mansion that she always passed on her trips to and from Boston University. There she finds shelter in the arms of a dark stranger who she feels unusually drawn to-but she isn't quite sure why.

Morgan Smithe is a professional author...and a witch-struggling to unpack his grief as he unpacks his great uncle's old mansion that was left to him. So, when Maggie shows up on the doorstep looking like a soaked teenager in a soggy hoodie, he definitely doesn't consider the power this unknown witch might carry-unknown to herself, that is. As Morgan picks up more and more on her energy signature through their intense connection, he can't help but be suspicious. Why would a witch with the level of power that Maggie carried within her arrive on his doorstep just after his great uncle's suspicious death and then pretend not to recognize magickal powers? And more importantly, what was he going to do about this energy intensity between them that made him want to wrap his magick around every inch of her and lead her on the kinkiest sensual journey that either of them had ever known?

The story unravels as Morgan and Maggie face each other's power, face their own pasts, and face a dark and unknown future that just happens to involve a polyamorous ghost, a malevolent old warlock, and a beautiful old rundown mansion on a dark mountainside.

Noted Content Trigger Warnings: (Avoid the following for spoilers) Contains frequent references to grief, polyamory and consensual non-monogamy, LGBTQ+ sexuality, impact play, consensual bondage with protagonist, physical violence, kidnapping and non-consent with antagonist, DID, reference to childhood sexual abuse.



An excerpt~

He looked at her, dripping with violet wanton. He had never seen anything more beautiful. Or more complicated. She had no clue how their energies combined, she likely didn't see their energies fusing as he did. This wasn't just some college girl he could play with for a little while, even both fully consenting. There was no way they could fuck where she would not experience her hidden magicks-not with their both being witches. Whoever had warded her gifts had taken great care and likely hoped she would never consummate with another supernatural. The energy explosion between them would be magickal in and of itself.

He eased his hand from her hair. He didn't want to hurt her-not by exposing her magick to her, nor by rejecting her. Her magick was so pure, so light. Her sex dripped off of her energy right now, he could almost smell it, taste it in his hands.

"This-" he said gently but firmly, "shouldn't happen." And he took a step back from her.