Speared by the Devil's Pitchfork

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

A compilation including three Halloween Sweet Release Quickies: Riding the Witch's Broom, Bitten by the Vampire's Fangs, Chilled by the Ghost's Breath, and an entirely new piece, Speared by the Devil's Pitchfork.

When Lillian is heartbroken by her boyfriend the night she was planning on giving him her virginity, she's met by a sweet and sexy devil in a haunted house. Tempted beyond accountability she fulfills her desire to give her cherry to someone hot and sexy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lesa Fuchs-Carter
• Release date: Feb 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370558575

Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Lesa is a writer of erotic fiction, often considered "too sexy" she has over 50 titles in a wide variety including everything from sweet romance novellas to paranormal short stories. She enjoys pushing the limits and playing out her fantasies on paper.

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A Sweet Release Quickie Collection: Halloween Edition

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Copyright © 2018 by Lesa Fuchs-Carter

All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce, print, or otherwise distribute without prior written permission of the author.

This short story is fiction. All names, characters, companies, incidents, places, etc. are from the author's imagination, or are used in a fictitious manner. Any similarities to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The content of this eBook contains sexually explicit and graphic situations and is intended for persons over the age of 18. All characters portrayed in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older.

Edited By Ember Rose.

Cover designed by Lesa Fuchs-Carter. Photo used with permission.

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Table of Contents

Riding the Witch's Broom

Bitten by the Vampire's Fangs

Chilled by the Ghost's Breath

Speared by the Devil's Pitchfork

Also By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Coming Soon

Other Erotic Titles by Lesa Fuchs-Carter

About the Author

Riding The Witch's Broom

Bianca Lyons was a total witch. One of those women that sneers more than smiles, only says snide remarks, and turns her nose up at anything you do. I had to get over it though because we were partners in chemistry, and she was far too smart and good at it for me to request a trade. My friends joked that she made the best brews this side of Halloweenville.

The problem was that I was completely under her spell. Smitten, totally crushing on her, and I hadn't even admitted to anyone that I was into girls.

There was a strange electricity between us, one that I would have figured was two sided had she not been so cold. When our fingers touched she would jerk back and glare, her perfect cupid's bow mouth pursing, green eyes flashing.

When the professor announced that we would be doing a test together tomorrow, leaving only tonight to study, she even had the nerve to roll her eyes.

I sighed, trying not to think of her negatively. It was not how I'd envisioned spending any of my Halloween night. Bianca had given me her address, and we'd decided that we'd start at 7 just after dinner, but hopefully with enough time to party afterward.

I was dressed up like Little Red Riding Hood, short cape, frilly red and black dress, white thigh high stockings and little black high heeled Mary Janes. I had left the basket in the car, and grabbed only my book bag. I was hoping that she would see my costume and realize I had plans tonight with friends and hurry it along.

Bianca opened the door and I almost laughed, she was dressed up like a witch. The only thing that kept me from it was how incredibly sexy she was. Her blond hair was curled in soft locks, her body held in the far too tight black mini dress she wore. It barely concealed her breasts and her crotch.

Oh good, you had plans tonight, too, she said, as she let me into her house. I want to say that the comparison to a witch ended there, but frankly it got worse. Her condo was completely decked for Halloween, candles, craggy tree branches, bottles of strange looking oozes and floating who-knew-whats, a cauldron stood in the center of her living room, though it wasn't bubbling or smoking. There was even a cat, though it did have a smattering of white on its neck.

She led me into the kitchen and I was grateful that while there were a few decorations in here it looked much more normal. There was a large spread of saran-wrap covered food, some weird and spooky and some normal party foods.

I didn't know you were having a party tonight.

Yeah, that damn professor, he messed it all up, but we have an hour, so lets hit it.

She sat down at the table and immediately was quizzing me on ratios, terminology, and measurements. Her cat jumped into her lap and she stroked it gently, sweetly, showing a softer side under the crystalline surface that she didn't show any