Gang Banged By Ghosts - Ginny Watson - ebook
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Daniel and Claire have bought Rookery Manor at auction, convinced that they can restore the old country house to its former glory. And 25 yo Claire has decided to investigate its history, learning that it was the home of a highwayman and a French libertine. But what she doesn't understand is that within the walls strange things happen, and forbidden desires are fulfilled!Caution: Incest Content 18+ Open Minded Adult Readers Only

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Table of contents

Gang Banged By Ghosts

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Epilogue

A note from Ginny

Gang Banged By Ghosts

(And My Brother!)

Ginny Watson

Copyright

Layout Copyright © 2018 by Annamunde Publishing. Published 2018 by Annamunde Publishing (PMO Publishing). Ebook design by Annamunde Publishing. Cover art by Annamunde Publishing. Contact: [email protected]

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the authors permission.

Authors note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter 1

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but in hindsight Claire suddenly wasn't so sure. The old place scared her a little.

Rookery Manor, a rambling old country home set deep in the heart of the British countryside. Its history could be traced back to the sixteen hundreds, and it had been a colourful history, from a hideout for highwaymen to the country residence of Sir Guy de Fournier, a famous libertine and bonviveur. The oldmanorhadbeen a command centre duringthe second worldwar, also a military hospital. Before being pressed into Her Majesty's Service, it had been a prominent finishing school for headstrong young ladies, and during the late sixties and early seventies, just as it began to fall into neglect and disrepair it had become a popular squat for hippies.

Following a narcotics related accident the police had swooped. The grounds had been cleared and the old house boarded up.

And for the best part of forty years Rookery Manor had sat deserted and crumbling... until the moment that Daniel Palmer, and his younger sister Claire had snapped up the decaying pile for a pittance at auction.

Always happy to follow her brother into every harebrained scheme Claire had pooled her bank account then set about the gradual renovation. It was going to take years, it was going to be a massive effort, but she couldn't deny that they had stumbled upon a true bargain, just the market value of the grounds far outstripped the price they had paid.

“We can't lose!” Daniel had insisted, “Even if we never finish renovating, this property will still be worth more than we paid.”

Claire had to agree with his logic, yet lurking at the back of her head lingered a doubt, almost like a dark cloud that repeatedly dimmed what should have been total enthusiasm.

It's the house she told herself. Like it has eyes, always following me, always suspicious... menacing yet not really dangerous. She had never felt threatened, just a little uncomfortable.

Often, when she stood fresh and dripping from the shower and admired her firm and perfectly proportioned body in the full length mirror in her bedroom she could almost swear that she was being watched. Drying her long black hair she had often caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure from the corner of her eye. Just an over active imagination