Bonnie Dee & Summer Devon House of Mirrors

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.House of MirrorsBonnie Dee & Summer Devonwww.loose-id.comHouse of MirrorsCopyright © April 2011 by Bonnie Dee & Summer DevonAll rights reserved.This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this e-book ONLY.No part of this e-book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC.Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author's rights.Purchase only authorized editions.eISBN 978-1-60737-986-7Editor: Sandra RychelCover Artist: Anne CainPrinted in the United States of AmericaPublished byLoose Id LLCPO Box 425960San Francisco CA 94142-5960www.loose-id.comThis e-book is a work of fiction.While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.WarningThis e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers.Loose Id LLC’s e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.* * *DISCLAIMER: Please do not try any new sexual practice, especially those that might be found in our BDSM/fetish titles without the guidance of an experienced practitioner.Neither Loose Id LLC nor its authors will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.Chapter OneMay 1902, southern Ohio“Step inside to see real magic.Your face reflected a thousand times over, glass within glass.Which image is the real you? An avenue of mirrors, ladies and gentlemen.An attraction so unique, no other traveling show can boast of such a marvel.”The tall, dark-haired man on the platform wove wonder with his words and hands as he gestured dramatically toward the brightly painted wagon behind him.The open door’s blackness suggested a mouth ready to devour those who entered.It was both a challenge and an enticement.Fear, danger, thrills, and surely real magic waited inside.To leave humdrum life behind and see something new was too great a temptation to pass up.People began to shuffle forward and offer their nickels.A young man tugged on his lady friend’s hand as she protested, “No, Tommy.I don’t want to.It’s eerie.”“But you love looking at yourself in a mirror, so you should love seeing yourself in a thousand of ’em even more,” he replied, earning chuckles from those around him.The girl shrieked and slapped his arm but allowed him to buy her a ticket from the lovely lady in the short, sparkly skirt.Together they headed inside.The pretty ticket taker, with her eyes outlined in theatrical black, smiled and fluttered her lashes at the men in the crowd, but Jonah was not interested in her swelling décolletage.He had eyes only for the showman, who never ceased his melodious patter.“Adventure, excitement, and a memory you’ll treasure for a lifetime.” The man’s face was long and gaunt, with sharp cheekbones and a devilish appearance enhanced by the mustache and goatee that framed his lips.He wore a black cape, which swirled dramatically around him, over a vest studded with tiny mirrors that caught the light and showered the crowd with sparkles.His body was lean and graceful as he conjured anticipation and enthusiasm out of thin air, weaving a spell to push listeners inexorably into the house of mirrors.Jonah didn’t join the group.He wasn’t here to enjoy a sideshow but to try to find employment.He tongued his torn lip and tasted metal.His left eye had swollen nearly closed, and every muscle in his body was stiff and aching.He’d barely been able to stumble over the hill to follow the discordant calliope music and glow of lights that beckoned him to the carnival.Even if the traveling show wouldn’t hire him, he couldn’t go back.He no longer had a choice about leaving home and realized he should’ve made a decision to go rather than waiting for the situation to explode in his face.His father’s righteous anger still flayed him raw.“You’re a filthy pervert, an abomination who has brought shame on our family.”Well, wasn’t a carnival sideshow the place for a freak? But a freak of his type wouldn’t even fit in here.Jonah turned to go find the owner of the carnival.He hoped his battered appearance wouldn’t alarm a prospective employer.He was strong and capable of lifting and carrying tent poles, watering animals, or mucking out stalls.It didn’t much matter to him what he did right now.He just needed a place to hide and a way to travel down the road.Clutching his satchel tighter, he threaded his way through the crowd and around the big wagon with MYSTERIOUS HOUSE OF MIRRORS emblazoned in flowing script on the side.A painting depicted a woman with wide eyes and open mouth, looking into a gilt frame angled so the viewer couldn’t see the mirror.A person might interpret her expression as shock, awe, wonder, delight, or horror, depending on his point of view.Jonah was so intent on gazing at the mural that he barreled into the barker who had leaped down from the platform.A mingled scent of tobacco, alcohol, and sweat came from the man’s clothing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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