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When sexual demon Bem Hazari possesses her lover's soul, Emma discovers a world of passion, bondage and illicit love which threatens her fragile existence.
The fragile world of sensitive Emma is torn apart when her Indian lover Shankar is killed in a fatal accident. Having inherited the jinn box of his forefathers she traps his lost soul inside, aware that the box is haunted by the immortal sexual demon Bem Hazari. But what Emma does not realise is that Bem plans to capture Shankar's soul and use it as a means to escape the confines of the box.
Bereft at her loss and craving her lover, Emma turns to the powerful demon conjuror Bodekar to fabricate her a body—an etheric double of Shankar—in which to house the soul. However, Bem and Shankar in an act of dark magic, are now one and she is soon confronted with a dilemma.
Unable to resist Bem's charismatic magical charms Emma falls even more in love and willingly enters a world of perverse erotic desire, bondage and boundless pleasure which threatens her sanity. As she is drawn deeper and deeper into passionate immortal love and the shadowy world of the jinn demon she has to find a way to live in two worlds. Will she have to lose the love or her life in exchange for the preservation of her sanity?
General Release Date: 28th January 2013
Sinful Treasure
Part One
The Present
I had to pin up my hair, I thought, and do what all women did to make themselves attractive. Standing in my bedroom in front of the mirror, I was suddenly struck by a thought. Who was this stunning changed woman backlit by the lamp and surrounded in a supernatural nimbus of light? Of course it was me, but for a moment I didn’t recognise myself. Come along, Emma, you must force yourself to put on this gorgeous dress and walk out of Langhousa, just to prove there’s another world-a mortal world beyond these walls-and you’re still a part of it. Come on, you must. Touching my throat, I fought the feeling now descending over me in an invisible veil. It was very difficult fighting these forces, especially when I didn’t want to. By this time I realised Bem’s passion had taken me over and he’d bent and twisted my world into shapes of such dark desire I couldn’t break free-and did I really want to? I was partly to blame. You see, I Emma Spence, had committed a terrible sin. My wish had somehow come true and I loved a demon from another world, a demon called Bem who clothed himself in the flesh and blood of my dead lover.
"Yes, that’s it, Emma," I chided, sliding a comb into my thick hair. "One step at a time and don’t think too far ahead." Although it was hard not to, when I knew for a certainty David was planning on asking me to marry him again tonight. He’d always intended to. About nine months ago my suspicions had been confirmed when I’d overheard him talking about it to Lucas Fairweather at Granny’s ninety-eighth birthday party. I had slipped out onto the veranda to enjoy the cool night air for a moment and the two of them had been standing by the buffet table.
"Emma cuts a striking picture, doesn’t she," Lucas had commented. "She’s the most beautiful woman for miles around."
"Yes, and you know I intend to marry her one day?" David had retorted.
My heart had been beating a rapid tattoo and I’d been filled with an odd mixture of emotions as I’d strained to hear above the chatter of voices.
"God, are you crazy? All of the Spence women are touched." Lucas, his best friend, had chortled.
"Touched? Oh, come on," David had continued persuasively. "She’s simply different-she’s entitled to be, that’s what makes her an angel and so utterly fascinating. How many angels do you know?"
I smiled. Of course, I was different, at least David had got that right. The fact he appreciated I had more to me than most of the young women in Chandrapoor made me inclined to feel warmly towards him. David was always standing up for me and fighting my corner.
"She’s different, granted, but hardly an angel." Lucas had elaborated. "The entire family are touched by the devil. I recall some exceedingly strange tales, tales to do with dabbling, you know? Why, the old woman’s a veritable entertainment piece. She’s into witchcraft and mediumship, not to mention that palaver of reading tea leaves and cards and seeing ghosts. My God, man, it wouldn’t be that other fascinating thing-the sex thing, that draws you to the girl, now would it?" At this point he’d clapped David on the back. "I can’t say I blame you in that respect. Rowena Spence is how old? Ninety-eight? And by all accounts she’s still feisty in bed and has that way of inciting and sashaying her behind like a whore. But Emma!" He had been turning his cigar around and around in his fingers. "She’s far crazier than the old lady and quite insane, walking about in a trance most of the time and talking to those fairies and spirits and suchlike. I wouldn’t blame you, though, old man. She’s stinking rich and perhaps you fancy a challenge."
For just an instant my heart sank, but Lucas was right and why should I deny it? The Spence’s were different and I was glad that we were. Lucas annoyed me, though. I hated to be thought of as a rich heiress, hunted down because I was both attractive and the recipient of a small fortune. My heart had been in my mouth waiting for David’s reply.
"Good Lord, it’s not about the money." David had paused. "And, it’s most definitely not about the sex. I find her lovely, stunning and charming and quite, how do they say, fey and whimsical?"
Once, he had pushed me into the corner next to the piano in Laura Godsey’s parlour. "Kiss me, Emma, I want to see."
"See what?" I’d attempted to force him away. "What do you want to see? If I’m capable of kissing you, or if like a vampire I’ll suck your blood? Have you been having bets on me? Is that it David?" I‘d been fuming when I had pushed him back with my hand. "What do you say in secret to Lucas, that you want to fuck me and see if I’m a virgin?"
I think he liked my flaring personality and the anger that rose so easily to the surface, but on this occasion I had been easily quenched. He’d pushed me back, his expression one of being wounded. "Oh no," he had said. "None of that. They speculate about you, everyone does, but I don’t care a jot. You’re extraordinary and I love you, Emma." He’d been soft and persuasive as his hand cradled my breast. "Don’t be defensive and nasty. You’re just so ethereal and pure looking I want to see if you’re really like that. I don’t believe in all that airy fairy stuff I truly don’t, but when I kiss you a part of me feels compelled to believe it. I want to see if you’re enchanted like they say you are and if you’ll enchant me...if these lips"-he touched them gently with his finger-"feel as soft on me as I think they will."
"Don’t be silly." I turned my face away.
Undeniably David was good-looking. He had a pleasant round Nordic face with wavy blond hair and blue eyes. I think I was fond of him because he wasn’t a dynamic sex threat like most men and he wasn’t the type to put his hand on your breast or cunt. No, he was the kind of man who’d respond well to a domineering woman and something about that excited me. Especially when I imagined him naked and hands bound, crouching at my bed post whilst I whipped him. My escapism into fantasy was one of my small indulgences and I allowed myself it, because it gave me pleasure and pleasure was hard to come by. Anyway, if the whispers were true, I was insane so what was the harm? I was hardly going to actually gratify these daydreams was I?
Alcamia grew up around books and her earliest memory was browsing through dusty bookshops with her father. She started writing for fun when she was a child and loved escaping into imaginary worlds. Alcamia has had a varied career life both in the arts, media and alternative healing and medicine but always had the dream of being a writer, something she's been able to put into practice over the last few years. She started by writing pure romance but says her writing really came alive when she studied Anais Nin and began to put some hot passion and erotica into her stories. An avid science fiction and fantasy buff she also loves exploring all aspects of the paranormal and sciences and hopes that her work will always be fresh and thought provoking and give the reader something to think about.
As she says, ?there's nothing I won't tackle and if I come up with a simple idea for a story whether it's mainstream, gay, lesbian or fantasy - I'll have a crack at it. I like to be continually writing and active.' If asked if she has a first love with story telling - it always has to be a story with a strong and passionate romance as its basis. She also likes her characters to be strong and a bit different and able to accept their faults and use them. She loves giving talks about books and magic, is an ardent lover of nature and cats and enjoys ballet, Victorian costume, collecting books and travelling. She invites you the reader to take a little journey with her through her stories and hopes you enjoy them.
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