Friday, May 11, 2018

Raritan Manor Ranch Tour and Giveaway



Dream Across Time
Raritan Manor Ranch Book 1
by C. R. Moss
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Time Travel

A woman in love. A ghost in need. A man possessed. 


Evelyn Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost, Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her dreams.

Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes she’d stop saying they can’t be together.

While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though, has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion.

Caught between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop being caught between two worlds?




Evelyn allowed him to lay her down on the hay and didn’t protest when he lifted her top. Enraptured by the heady sensations of his kisses on her bare skin, she lost track of the world around her. Before she knew it, her clothes were off and discarded. She lay naked and submitted to his apprising contemplation.
His gaze, smoldering with sexual hunger, followed the path his hands made down her shoulders to her breasts. Warm palms massaged her mounds, then moved on, exploring her body, caressing her down to her toes. Waves of desire rolled through her.
Quinn’s lips trailed over her body, tracing the course his hands had. His kisses began with each foot, then coursed up her skin, sweetly kissing her navel before traveling up. When he reached her breasts again, he outlined each rosy peak with the tip of his tongue.
Gasping in sweet pleasure, she arched her back, inviting him to take her fully. He understood the willing invitation and suckled on one nipple, then the other as his hands resumed their discovery of her body and slipped between her legs. His touches sent shivers of delight through her that ebbed and flamed with each of his movements.
Evelyn, never feeling such pure and explosive pleasure before, reveled in the euphoria coursing through her. She yearned for more and shifted so he could access her easier.
He stopped, breathing in heavy pants. “My sweet, innocent Evelyn, I have waited so long for this, but I shall stop if you want me to.”
“What do you mean, stop?” her sultry voice questioned.
Quinn lay on top of her and kissed her. His body fit hers perfectly, and his cock pushed at her through his pants. That’s when she understood. An aching need she never felt before brewed within her. Returning his kiss with just as much force, she put her hands between their bodies.
“Evelyn?” Quinn propped himself up on his elbows.
She didn’t respond. Her desires had taken over. She worked quickly to remove his shirt, exposing his hairless, smooth and soft chest and abdomen. He quivered when her fingers traced his muscles. She leaned up and gave his pectoral a quick kiss.
“Evelyn, does this mean…?”
“Yes.” She pulled him down to her, taking his mouth with demanding command. She sensed the thrill of his arousal once he removed his pants. Their bodies entwined, skin to skin, woman to man. She needed more.

Journey Across Time
Raritan Manor Ranch Book 2

There is magic on the ranch...


A woman examining life. A man on a quest. Time restores his spirit and her love.
Trent, a man in the past on a mission to discover where he belongs, embarks on a spiritual journey. His spirit guide, to his dismay, is a frisky feline named Myrddin. During a ritual, the cat brings the soul searcher forward into Julie VanAlder’s world.

Julie is attracted to the newcomer on the ranch, but his strange mannerisms and speech dictate she use caution, especially when she learns where he’s from. A botched relationship, supposed time travel, spiritual mumbo jumbo…it’s almost too much for Julie to take.

Can Trent make her believe in destiny and win her love before it’s too late?




The brief caress sent a jolt of sexual electricity zinging through her body. She shifted her head and turned her face so her lips met the strong hardness of his. The touch of her mouth upon his was a delicious sensation and sent the core of her being into a wild swirl. The kiss was slow, thoughtful, tender, and light like the ocean breeze. The intimacy and connection to nature, to him, sang through her veins. She then kissed him with all her worth, hoping he would feel her love.
The gentle, sweet kiss turned into a demanding, passionate melding. She clutched his back, pinning him tight against her. He wrapped his arms around her, and his body covered most of hers. A low, seductive purr hummed in her throat. She gently laid her fingers on the sides of his face, concentrating and reveling in the feel of his arms around her. His warmth blanketed her body and enveloped her spirit. Lingering and savoring every moment, she never wanted the kiss to end, but no sooner did her thoughts cease when the kiss stopped. Julie laid there for a moment, her eyes still closed, basking in the remembrance of his lips on hers, in the experience he had created with the exercise.
Pleasure radiated through her in waves. It felt good to be close to another person, and regardless if it was just a rebound fling or if it would lead somewhere, she wanted more. As for her being with a relative stranger, it wasn’t like it was her first time. She’d sought out casual encounters in the past to make her feel something more than just the doldrums about life in general. College sure had been a learning experience in more ways than one.
Glancing around, she checked for any other nighttime beach strollers. No one was in sight. Seemed they were the only ones in the world at the moment. Not caring that they were in public and at any time the status of beachgoers could change, she sat up, reached behind and under her top, and released the fastening of her bra. In one swift move, she yanked off her clothing.
Trent bolted upright, his mouth opening and closing, apparently at a loss for words. He swallowed. “Julie? What are you doing?”
She reached out, grasped his hand, and brought it to her breast. “Make love to me. Make me forget about the world we live in. Make me only see and feel you, even if it’s only for a little while.” Julie released his hand and leaned back on her forearms.
He moved his hand to her breast again with a tentative touch.
Julie watched his facial expression change as if considering what was going on and if he wanted to pursue the course of actions to fulfill her request. For a second, she thought he might not want to expand upon the experience, but then he shifted and planted his mouth upon hers.
They made out in the sand like a couple of teenagers, and like a teen, she didn’t care about the impropriety or where the sand would go or what would happen if someone were to come upon them. All she cared about was the man whose tongue swirled against hers and whose fingers toyed with her hard nipple.
She lay back, bringing him down with her as their lips stayed locked together. He palmed her breast, and she reciprocated, feeling the smooth hardness of his chest. Julie grazed her hand down his torso and wrapped it around to his low back. Trent broke the kiss and trailed his mouth over her chin, down her neck to her breast where he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
With her free hand, she cradled his head, loving how her skin tingled wherever he touched and kissed her. Bolts of lust-filled fire sliced through her and seared her feminine center. It wasn’t enough to just kiss and touch each other anymore. She fumbled with the fastenings of his shorts.
Trent pulled away from her and unbuttoned the shorts for her. She started to pull them down, but he stopped her and fed a hand into his pocket. He pulled out a couple of foil packets. “Will these be needed?”
Julie took the wrapped condoms from him. “Where’d you get these?”
“Your aunt. She said to keep them handy in case you and I got close. She winked when she said it.”
She chuckled and placed them on the ground beside them. “That sounds like her. Can’t believe she gave them to you, but on the other hand, I’m glad, since yes, we will need them in a bit.” Julie yanked his shorts and underwear down.
He stood to finish removing them, and before he could sit on the ground again, she clutched his hips and drew his cock into her mouth. She milked him gently, tantalizing him with her tongue and licking the drop of fluid that beaded on the tip of his length. Julie moaned at the taste of him.

A Wish Across Time
Raritan Manor Ranch Book 3

A woman once shunned. A man now changed. There’s a thin line between love and hate.

When Wiccan practitioner Cassandra VanAlder encounters a man from her past who’d broken her heart, she casts some spells to help herself while wishing karma would deal out some payback. The spells turn against her, and before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him again.

Ryan Keene finds Cassandra enchanting and feels he’s met her somewhere before. She and her best friend, Debi, won’t give him any clues as to her identity. He loves challenges and doesn’t plan to back off from her until he finds the answers he seeks. He's told he has three dates to win her over.

Will she close off her heart or will she allow herself to feel again?




Moments later, he jerked out and away from her, then pulled her up from the floor. In a quick turn, he spun and thrust her back against the wall. His mouth claimed hers with unapologetic force. He fumbled with the fastens of her jeans, then when they were undone, tugged the material down her legs.
“Commando, huh?” Not letting her answer, he positioned his head between her legs and swept his tongue over her pussy.
Fleeting imaginings of her family and friends coming home and being welcomed by the sight of her and Ryan fucking at the foot of the stairs danced through her mind. If it happened, so be it. Getting caught only added to the heightened state of arousal she was already in.
His tongue and fingers stroked her. Her heartbeat sped up, as did her breathing. He seemed to have mastered the technique of cunnilingus if the way her nerves caught fire and flamed up from her pussy to the rest of her body were any indication. She panted. She clasped his head, ready to feel an orgasm rip through her body.
He stopped, stood, and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet, and from it, the all too familiar foil packet. Ryan held it up. “Yes?”
“Yes.” She nodded as well to emphasize the point.
In a few quick motions, he had himself sheathed and pressed up against her body. “You are one sexy lady. Anyone ever tell you that?”
She bobbed her head again and guided his cock into her pussy.
“Put your legs around me,” he demanded.
Supported by the wall and his hands on her ass, she wrapped one leg then the other around him and found the position to be quite enjoyable. Ryan pumped into her as he kissed and sucked her shoulder. She rode him, feeling the sexual energy build between them.
Her ex had never been so passionate. In fact, their lovemaking had been so normal and ordinary he never would have considered taking her up against a wall, and especially not in a location where they could get caught. It was nice being with a man who exuded confidence and gave into desire, even if it was Ryan.

Hi everyone, my name is Casey, and I write under the names C.R. Moss for erotic and mainstream romance and Casey Moss for mainstream dark fiction (horror, suspense, urban fantasy) and sometimes the stories have an erotic flare to them. My professional bio for C.R.: An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. The bio for my other persona: Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…



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