Bitten By Books - 5 stars:
I absolutely loved it and cannot wait to look for more by Ms. Locke. Marian has been hurt by a man that does not deserve to breathe. He has pretty much verbally abused her by saying she did not satisfy him and was not sexy enough. In comes Jon who knows how to make a woman smile and shows her that she is indeed sexy. The pages sizzle during these loves scenes. They are intense but it works well with the story line and does not seem like just sex. All I know is that I wish my house was haunted.
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CoffeeTime Romance (http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/cicada.html) - 4 cups:
...Ms Locke has given us a magical tale of hope and true love.

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Just Erotic Romance Reviews (www.justeroticromancereviews.com) - 4 stars:
Cicada is a very enjoyable ghost story with an imaginative kinky ghost who thinks that the way to a woman's heart lies in creatively entertaining her in the bedroom and has no problem showing her his dominant side. ... I definitely enjoyed all of the sex scenes in this book which included spanking, light bondage, and oral play. Cicada is a well-written story that will appeal to fans of paranormal romances.

Night Owl Romance (www.nightowlromance.com) - 3 stars
Cicada was an interesting and entertaining read. ... Afton Locke writes rich details and descriptions that add to the story. ... Cicada was a story which will hold your attention.

“What the—” She couldn’t see anyone but he was still there. She felt him pressed against her backside and he was harder than ever.

“I’m still here,” he said, as if she couldn’t figure that out.

Marian’s eyes darted around the room as she clutched the pillows. “Then why can’t I see you?”

“I’m invisible.” He said it as casually as if he’d said he was wearing a blue shirt.

“Invisible,” she repeated. “Give me a break. I’m a science teacher. People aren’t invisible. That only happens in the movies.”

He was still lying on her back and when he shifted she felt coarse cotton fabric against the skin of her legs. He seemed to be wearing pants but they must be invisible too. She also felt the outline of his cock grind against her pussy which was still sensitive from his earlier touching.

“Does that feel real to you?” he asked, close to her ear.

All of her blood seemed to shoot downstream and for one crazy moment she wondered what all that delicious hardness would feel like inside her. Even better than his finger, she imagined. She had to clear her throat just to be able to talk.

“Yes.” The word came out as a half sigh and Marian cleared her throat again. “Do you mind explaining to me why you’re invisible? I mean, you’re seriously freaking me out here. I can see everything in this room except you.”

“Of course,” he replied as he began to play with her long hair and lazily stroke her back. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Jonathan Blake. You may call me Jon.”

“I’m Mar—”

“I know who you are, Mary,” he said curtly. “It’s about time you came back.”

She frowned. “My name is Marian, not Mary and as interesting as this meeting has been, I really need to ask you to leave now. You see, I rented this house for the summer.”

He grabbed all of her hair, lifted her head off the pillow with it and nipped her earlobe with his teeth. “This is my house,” he corrected.

She pulled her hair out of his hand. His weight eased, so she shifted onto her side and propped herself on her elbow.

“So you’re the owner of this house?” she asked. “Good. You just saved me a trip to Seaside Realty to bang some heads together. You have a lot of nerve scamming people out of their rent money, making this place seem haunted. I paid for a private house and a peaceful summer. Instead, I hear all kinds of weird noises, have my clothes stolen and get attacked in my own bed.”

“My bed,” he corrected.

“Whatever. I’m going to report you to the Better Business Bureau.”

Now that her chest was somewhat exposed to him, he was exploring the crocheted lace of her bodice. She pushed his hand away several times but it was hard to hit an invisible, moving target. He chuckled as he traced a finger over the swell of each breast. Her nipples betrayed her by jumping to attention and begging for his touch.

“I don’t think they’d pursue a complaint about a man who’s been dead for a hundred years.”

His voice appeared near her ear. “Do you know what happens to naughty girls, Mary?” She held her breath as his flat, calloused palm rubbed across her naked ass and then winced when the first blow came.

“They get punished,” he finished.

This was way beyond unbelievable, she thought. A ghost was actually spanking her and she couldn’t get away. If he wasn’t already dead, she had half a mind to kill him herself. His hand came down yet again. He wasn’t slapping her too hard but now her whole hide was stinging. And the most horrible part of all was that other traitorous parts of her body were responding to it.

She knew he could see her naked cunt and it started to burn with warmth. Suddenly she wanted his finger inside her again. Or his tongue or his cock. Anything at all.

“You’re enjoying this,” he said with satisfaction. “Your skin is so red and rosy.” He stopped then and she felt him bend over her prone body. She nearly fell off the chair when his hot, wet tongue touched her stinging flesh with no warning. Her breath came in ragged gusts as he licked lazy circles on each cheek.

“Are you done spanking me now?” she asked coldly.

“I suppose so but let me make this very clear to you. You’re in my house and you belong to me. You do not leave this house unless I say you can. Is that clear?”

“Buzz off. You can’t tell me what to do. It just so happens there’s no food in this place and I’m going to the grocery store tomorrow with or without your lousy permission.”

She gasped when he spanked her again, harder this time. Biting down on her bottom lip, she reached for the general direction of his crotch and squeezed down hard. A steely hand went around her wrist.

“If you’re trying to hurt me, it won’t work,” he said. “I can feel but I can’t be injured. But go ahead. Finish what you started.”

There was a rustle of fabric and he dragged her hand across him. She forgot her anger for a moment, wishing she could see what she felt. His cock was massive and as straight as an arrow. Wetness clung to her fingers as they brushed across the velvety head. She drew back her hand as if shocked. She refused to give Casper here a hand job.

But he seemed to have other ideas. He plunged his finger into her all at once and she was amazed by how wet and ready she felt. Her head hung over his knees and small, unintelligible sounds spilled from her throat as his finger pumped into her.

“That’s it, Mary,” he said. “I want to see you come.”

She forgot all about her real name and the fact that she wanted to get away. All she knew was that she wanted him to finish what he’d started and not leave her aching for more like he did last night. Her hands scratched at the linoleum floor when he stopped. No, this was humiliating enough. She wasn’t going to beg him to keep going.

“Would you like me to continue?” he asked sweetly.