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Film school student, Gilda Albright, has taken a job in the newly refurbished Orpheum Theatre as a movie projectionist.  The gem from another era prompts her imagination to take flight, and she invites her boyfriend Seth to a private screening.  Looking like a movie star from the 50’s, she strips in the spotlight, ensnaring Seth’s lust and drawing the eager eyes of another to her buxom figure.  The building takes on a life of its own—fear invades Gilda’s workdays.  Will the unseen gremlin let her go or fulfill its erotic obsession with a vision from the past?

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From Chrissy Dionne at Romance Junkies:

There’s something so magical about the glitz and glamour of Hollywood actors and actresses and old films that captivate the imagination.  S.D. Grady captures that feeling beautifully but adds an additional element of suspense and horror that ensures readers become immersed in the storyline and eagerly read every single page.

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EXCERPT IS EXPLICIT  18+

She bent over. The low cut of the period gown nearly permitting her full breasts to spill out. He sat up straighter, hoping to catch a glimpse…

She flipped her head back, destroying the thought. Her hair, unbound, curled down her back, a glittering barrette drawing it behind one ear. She stroked her long, exposed throat. Her hips, how he ached to caress them, sinking his fingers into her generous butt cheeks. 

Apparently throwing herself into the role of seductress, Gilda began to draw one long glove off. Taking far too much time, she at last freed her right hand. She smiled, kissed it, and then tossed it to him. He brought it to his nose, taking in her scent. He tried to sit still, but her continued contortions did little to calm him.

When the strap of her gown fell off her left shoulder, exposing the top of a red lace bustier, Seth bit his lower lip and groaned. Oh, she had done this right.

Standing up on that stage, his enthusiastic Gilda had instantly become unattainable, a woman confident in her skin, offering him nothing more than a glimpse of her gifts. This was torture!

Instead of seated, watching her strip, he wanted to be tasting her, touching her, making her cry…making her writhe. Would she open to him right away tonight, or would she continue to tempt him, keeping her legs locked and his cock cold?

He rubbed his thighs, hearing nothing more than the rapid beat of his heart and a harsh rushing noise. The music waned into the distance. The auditorium vanished. All that remained was Gilda.

Golden Gilda, dressed like a star, dancing like a tawdry club tease and doing it all…for him.

Unable to deny his urges for a moment longer, he ran to the stairs at the side of stage and climbed up…to be with her. Now. This instant.

Seth joined her in the spotlight. She smiled, her mouth open just a tad, her tongue appearing between her white teeth.

The gown lay in a puddle off to the side. The red hose, garters, thong, and corseted bustier begged to be ripped from her. He pulled her to him, his fingers working frantically at the front hooks, Gilda’s tangled in his collar length hair. Their kiss echoed, the wet, sucking noises filling the vaulted chambers, only to be trapped in the velvet hangings. 

Together they sank to the parquet floor, her hands working feverishly to lower his jeans.

He pulled the red satin down, exposing her breasts. He squeezed. She moaned. Her nipples pebbled, the darker pink flesh demanding he bite. She shrieked.

On her, over her, around her...he tried to slow down and find the time to savor this.

Cool air washed over his ass. Long fingers grasped his cock. His balls tightened. Biting her neck, he suckled as she pumped him. Long legs wrapped around his hips. Her heat scalded him.

Without knowing how she managed to drag him so quickly down into the mire of lust, he sank into her. She clamped about him.

Seth opened his eyes.

Splayed before him, she arced in triumph. Her eyes closed, her hair laid out in a golden halo about her. He touched her throat when she swallowed and waited.

She blinked. Passion glinted in the bright green depths. Gilda smiled, licked her lips and then ground her hips. “Come on, big boy. Bring me home.”

Lost, Seth began the urgent, thumping beat. She rose up to meet him, twisting, flexing, sucking, biting, scratching…

Neither one tried to stifle their cry of completion, the sound rocketing through the auditorium and spaces of the old building.

* * * *

Through the lens, he watched. Memories, rekindled by the woman who touched and awoke him, surged through the tormented creature. Denied all those years ago, tension rippled through him. All he had wanted…all he ever desired…just one moment…just once…

He hated the new trappings of his home. Why had they changed any of it? He may not have been happy, but at least in solitude he was not expected to play along. Now, he had to run to their tune. It wasn’t fair!

Anger surged through him.

They should have left him alone! Alone. To think of her.

* * * *

Wrapped in Seth’s arms, warm in the afterglow of passion, Gilda listened to the remaining tracks on her CD. She closed her eyes, and hummed along. His nose nuzzled her throat, his hands roaming her wide hips.

A buzzing joined the music.

Must be a bad mp3 file, she mused.

It became louder.

She wiggled, pushing Seth off her. “Do you hear that?”

“What?”

She shoved his arms down. “That? The hum? It’s louder, isn’t it?”

He tried to pull her back down. “That’s just me, Gil. Come here, I want another go. Will you dance again?”

“No. Stop it, Seth. The lights are brighter, too.”

Sighing, he sat up. With one eye closed, he looked up at the spotlight. “Those are always bright.”

On her knees, Gilda looked around the auditorium. She pointed at the screen. “That’s creepy.”

He turned to look. He tried to block the flicker from the rotating light and stared.

“Do you see it?” Gilda swallowed against a dry throat. “It’s…”

“It looks a bit like you.”

They both watched the shadowy figure insinuate itself across the silver screen. The ghost moved with the grace of a dancer, but displayed an atypical buxom figure.

Gilda stood up and turned to look up at the porthole. “The projector’s not on. How is it there?”

Seth began to pull on his pants and offered her the gown. “I don’t know, but that means somebody else is in here, and I think we’d better get going.”

“Yeah.” She continued to look from the mysterious figure to the projection booth. “I guess you’re right.” She slipped the dress over her head, settling the straps on her shoulders and smoothing the fabric over her breasts.

The humming returned.

She spun around, trying to focus on the source of the sound.

“Watch out!” Seth’s voice stunned her.

Frozen, she looked to him. “What?”

Blazing light flashed, blinding them both, followed by a deafening pop. Glass showered down around them.

Seth pulled her to him, pushing her head down.

The lights went out.