Amanda Letterman “Dark Mansion” Chapter 1

Currently I am actively seeking representation for my first full novel.  Writing is my ultimate passion, whether it’s my poetry, adult stories or my fantasy, I want it to be something the reader can enjoy enough that they hate to put it down at the end.  Right now I’m running a website for people who like to role play and write with other people.  Feel free to join up at www.aflightofancy.com

“Dark Mansion“

Chapter 1:  Pre Dinner Jitters

By Amanda Letterman

Angel was flipping channels on the TV when there was a loud knock on the door.  Squealing in surprise the young woman jumped up and ran to the door.  Opening it she was expecting a postman or some sort of delivery person.  Instead much to her surprise there were a dozen deep orange roses sitting in front of her apartment door.

“Oh, how beautiful!”  She said and picked them up and took a deep breath.  They were the most fragrant roses she had ever smelled.  There was a card attached to the vase.  Her name was written in elegant hand writing across the front of the card.  She sat the vase down on the end table and opened the card.

“Dear Miss Rhimes,

I have watched you for a long time.  Your beauty is beyond belief.  I would like to invite you to my mansion in the hills north of your home.  You are beauty itself and I would love to have you as my guest.  Simply a dinner with me at my home.  Nothing more, nothing less.”

Angel wasn’t sure what to make of the note.  Who would have been watching her?  She worked at a local restaurant as a hostess.  There were a lot of rich men dining there.  She didn’t know what to do.  She looked at the number embossed in gold at the bottom of the card.  There was no signature or indication to who it might be from.  She ran her fingers over the thick expensive paper as she thought.  Before she could change her mind she went to the phone and dialed the number.

She nervously dialed the last number and waited on the first ring.  It barely made it through before a hushed voice on the other end spoke.

“Thank you for calling Miss Rhimes.  My employer will be glad you decided to accept his invitation.  We have arranged for you to have the weekend off of work and a car will be by to pick you up at 6 pm. Friday evening.  Dress is formal. You do have something to wear?”

Amanda Letterman “Road of Choices”

Currently I am actively seeking representation for my first full novel.  Writing is my ultimate passion, whether it’s my poetry, adult stories or my fantasy, I want it to be something the reader can enjoy enough that they hate to put it down at the end.  Right now I’m running a website for people who like to role play and write with other people.  Feel free to join up at www.aflightofancy.com.  I hope that everyone will enjoy Road of Choices as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

“Road of Choices”

By Amanda Letterman

Chapter 1

Winter had made travel hard on Andrea, and the warm spring weather a welcome change.  Leaving home in the middle of the worst winter in years hadn’t been her first choice, but she was given no alternative in the matter.  Upon her parents death she had two options, leave or join them in the afterlife.

Sitting in the saddle she recalled what brought her to this point in her life, the dance at winter solstice.  It was a big event, the last time most would be able to travel to her father’s manor before snow blocked the road.  With the best harvest in years just completed everyone who was anyone was here.

Late into the night there was always a bonfire dance, and having just turned eighteen Andrea was allowed to attend.  Dressing in her family’s colors of black and gold she looked down on those already dancing.  Watching them from her window, she smiled and finished tying her long red hair back, then turned to go downstairs.

A huge flash caught her attention, and she raced back to the window.  The bonfire had grown, with long tendrils of flames leaping about.  Frozen in fear she watched the blissfully dancing people being engulfed in flames.  No one seemed to notice the dancers turning into huge moving pillars of fire.

“Must be a grand illusion for the celebration,” she murmured, running her hands down the glass, but people were falling to the ground.  The flames on the fallen died down, leaving nothing but charred unmoving bodies.

She realized it was no illusion, then a thought struck her, near driving Andrea to her knees, her parents were down there.  Bolting from the room she tried to run to the field, but was stopped at the edge.

Angrily she fought the hands holding her, and cursing she looked back to see her weapon master Kerick. Screaming and kicking at him he just held her as the dancing people were consumed in the deadly flames.

“Lass, stop.  There’s nothing you can do.” He pulled her back inside the manor door, as her flame-shrouded parents danced by.  “The evil in that man’s heart is beyond control, there’s no helping your parents now.”

Intense screams of agony tore from her throat, and Kerick pulled her to his chest as she broke down sobbing in horror. Her body gave up, and she sagged against him.

Amanda Letterman “Sexy Halloween”

About the Author:

I’m 30 year old woman aspiring to become a published writer.  I write anything from poetry to of course adult erotica.  I’ve had a few poems published through contest, but nothing on a major front.  I am in process of getting a book ready for the submission process.  My other adult stories can be found at www.bluestories.com in the BDSM section under the user name of Freedom.Hope you enjoy the story.

“Sexy Halloween”

By Amanda Letterman

It had been years since Rhea had been trick or treating.  Her girlfriend had talked her into it.  They weren’t actually going for candy but thought that it would be fun to dress up and walk the streets on Halloween.  Being just a couple of country girls, they were going to go for the gothic look and freak their friends out.

They had gone shopping the Friday before and bought the clothes they would need.  Rhea had bought a short blue plaid skirt with black suspenders over a black top with skull and crossbones across her ample D cup breast.  Her normally soft curly reddish brown hair was straight and dyed black for the night.  Her makeup was dark and heavy.  Thick eyeliner with a dark grey eye shadow surrounded her green hazel eyes.  Her lips were covered in a black lipstick.

She was checking herself out in the mirror laughing at her appearance. The skirt was short but on her long legs on her five foot ten frame made it seemed even more so, showing just the bottom of the soft curve of her ass. So different from her normal jeans and tee shirt.  Hell the skirt was enough to make it Halloween all on its own she thought to herself.

There was a knock on her door and she went to let her friend in.  Rhea laughed at her friends bright blue pig tails and huge baggy pants.  Avery was always cute, but this look worked for her.  Five foot two, large breast and a rotten look in her eye, she really looked the goth part.

“This is going to be a fun night.  Can’t believe you talked me into this,” Rhea said as she shut the door behind her friend.

Avery smiled at her and laughed.  Teasingly she slapped Rhea on the ass. “You look hot sis.”

“Thanks but I’m not done yet.” Walking over to the couch she opened a boot box and took out a pair of knee length boots and slipped her long legs into them.  The look completed she checked in the mirror pleased with what she saw.

With a wicked glint in her eyes Rhea asked, “Shall we go shock some people?” Grabbing her car keys the two girls nearly ran out of the apartment.