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  An insect that lives under the stairs.

  Day after day, night after night he survived until the day came when he knew it was over, and found himself upon Cat’s Paw, the raw wind and spray of the surf buffeting him about. He stood all alone gazing down at the choppy ocean, the rocks, and the pounding surf, and felt his torment tearing at his insides. All at once he began to howl out his pain, and with fists raised against the sky, he cursed the God he never believed in. The pain he felt inside slashed at him unmercifully. It ripped, and tore to such an extent that he could no longer stand it. He felt that living one more minute—even one more second—with this face was more than he could bear, so like a madman seeking relief from his pain, he let out one last howl of anger, of hurt, of torment, and hurled himself off Cat’s Paw.

  To a suicide’s grave.

  The incident was big news around town for a while. And even though the men continue to gather daily in front of Cheney’s Market, each expressing his own opinion, they can only guess at what drove Quinn, a strong, handsome, rich young man, to leap to his death. No one knew, and after a while, no one cared.

  Now, as time passes, the empty mansion sits molding in the moist ocean air, its once unspoiled white boards turning dark. The only sign of life is a lonely, howling wind that whips across the ridge and down the rise, and a cold, salty spray lending its icy fingers to forge the ridge into the eerie shape of a Cat’s Paw. But as soon as night settles, a strange light circles the restless ocean, exposing the vaporous ghosts that curl playfully over the surface of the water in an ominous dance of death.

  Has the gnarled, bent-up old widow returned, once again selling her spells, potions, and dreams, or has Quinn’s ghost returned to keep the tower light revolving, and a single candle glowing in the window of—the lighthouse.

  The End

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  About Temple Madison

  Temple Madison is quickly rising into the ranks of hottest erotica writer around today. She slowly evolved from the mundane boy meets girl plotline, to the sexy bad boys who leave a trail of erotic fire wherever they go. Even though she tried to focus on her heroines, she somehow couldn't keep from wrapping her whole story around the gorgeous guys. Finally, she gave in to it and prowled the streets of her imagination in search of her next super idea and gorgeous hunk. Her passion is the big, swarthy type that fits into the big city nighttime scene. These alpha males might be vampires, werewolves spirit beings, or they may be completely normal. But one thing they all are is, sexy as hell.

  Temple has had her days in the sun, when she was the life of the party, a laugh a minute kind of gal, and outrageously cool, but writing is her passion today. Today she's one of those boring ex-civil service workers that has a penchant for bookstores and sappy love songs. She prefers quiet dinners with friends over maddening crowds. Her favorite pastime is writing a truly exciting suspenseful novel with strong, stand-alone characters, and an exciting, anything-can-happen plotline. After several years, her love of writing hasn't left her, so look for more of her dark romance novels that will give you a chill one minute and a hot flash the next.

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