Under a Ghostly Moon (Jerry Moon Supernatural Thrillers Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

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    The walls of the flat were painted a standard landlord 's magnolia but Sonia and Avril had done their best to hide it, using a general colour scheme of purple and black with a heavy emphasis on the macabre.  In the living-room a cobweb made from black headed drawing pins joined together with black thread took up the entire top left corner of the hall-side wall, while on the opposite side of the room a modest collection of resin and pottery skulls grinned from above the fire-mantle.  In the midst of these, Moon was surprised to see a small silver trophy in the shape of a woman wearing a martial arts outfit performing a waist-level kick.  He decided to ask Sonia about this some time if he ever had the chance.  A large framed poster depicting the Middle-Eastern demon/goddess Lilith dominated the back wall above the sofa.  Her dark wings were outspread in a gesture of triumph and she embraced a poison-green winged serpent, which held a black rose in its gleaming jaws.  The shabbiness of the ancient sofa was mostly hidden by a black and purple Celtic knot work throw.  Longhaired fluffy black cushions lurked near the arms of the sofa and on the two similarly accoutred chairs, like small venomous beasts waiting to pounce.
    " You girls really take this Goth stuff seriously, don't you?" commented Moon, taking off his jacket and throwing it over the arm of one of the dubious chairs then sitting firmly on top of one of the sofa predators.
    Avril smiled .  "If you're going to follow a fantasy why not take it all the way? Coffee?"
    " Yes please; white, no sugar." As Avril left the room, he smiled at Sonia, who had sat down beside him, and she smiled back a little nervously snuggling into the crook of his arm.  "You okay?" he asked, kissing her cheek.
    " Yeah, I suppose.  It's just that I hate this part.  You seem like a nice guy, Jerry.  You're not going to turn out to be another common-or-garden bastard are you?"
    Moon hesitated; he 'd assumed Sonia was, like most of her contemporaries, the kind of girl who treated sex as a bit of fun.  Now he realised there might be a future to tonight and, with a bit of mild reservation, he realised he was cool with that.  She was a nice lass in her own peculiar way and it was easy to find potential partners in his line of work.  "I'm not the love-'em-and-leave-'em sort, if that's what you mean," he replied reassuringly.  "We can take it slowly if you like."
    She kissed him deeply, tickling the stud in his tongue with the tip of her own .  "Oh, I don't see why we can't take it slowly and have our fun at the same time, eh, Jerry?" That hungry gleam had returned to her eyes and the false fangs suddenly made her look very sexy.  He gave a short, throaty laugh and returned her kiss with interest.  Sonia rose seductively from the sofa, drawing Moon up with her.  "Avril, don't bother making coffee for Jerry and me!" she called over her shoulder as she led him towards the stairs.  “We’ll see you in the morning.”
    Avril poked her face round the corner of the kitchen door.  “Okay, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she said with a wicked grin.
    Sonia giggled.  “You’re giving us a lot of leeway then!”
    Avril rolled her eyes and shook her head before returning to the kitchen.  “My handcuffs are on the dresser if you want to borrow them,” was her parting shot.
    Sonia laughed at the look of sheer panic on Moon’s face.  “It’s okay, Jerry, BDSM is Avril’s gig, not mine.”  Moon tried not to sigh with relief as they entered her room.
     
    Sonia 's bedroom continued the Goth theme with a vengeance.  The bed was bordered with a frill of black lace and a blood red duvet cover with matching pillows, similarly trimmed with black lace, complemented the black bottom sheet.  Above the bed hung a black, spider’s web gauze canopy, trimmed with red lace, which gave the room a slightly Middle-Eastern feel.  The walls were the same uniform magnolia as downstairs