Wet Heat: The Aphrodite Chronicles Story One
Erotic Paranormal Short Story
Blurb:
Attorney Naida Bouche has a secret… of paranormal
proportions!
The secret tore her, and fellow attorney, Coop’s,
marriage apart. She let her guard down and allowed herself to love. But that
love—and the passion that followed—could have been the death of them…well, him.
A chance encounter in judge’s chambers catapult Coop
Martin’s and his ex-wife’s libidos into overdrive. Add being stuck in an
elevator to the mix and desires explode. Coop wants his wife back but she’s
thrown up a roadblock that he’s determined to break through.
Can their undeniable chemistry be enough for Naida
to reveal who—and what—she is? And could Coop still love her should the truth
be revealed?
Excerpt
1
The last vestiges of summer
Second Chance, Pennsylvania
Water cascaded off her nude body. Small rivulets ran
over her breasts and down her slightly rounded stomach, disappearing into the
surface of the lake.
She was one with the water.
She could, literally, become one with it.
Moonlight reflected off the mirror-smooth surface,
adding a soft glow to the night. Crickets serenaded her with their chirping
song. A wolf howled in the distance. Nature cocooned her.
She grinned and dove under. Liquid embraced her,
still heated from the sun’s rays of earlier in the day. Her body became
insubstantial, fragmenting into molecules of H2O. Disorientation left her
bewildered, but the feeling came and went. Weightless warmth enveloped her, and
the ebb and flow of the tide lulled her into blissful relaxation.
The moon slid across the sky. Hours had passed. Her
body became corporeal with a single thought. After regaining her human form,
she cut through the water with powerful strokes and rose to the surface in a
rush of bubbles.
The night air chilled her damp skin, raising goose
pimples along her flesh. She pushed the long fall of golden blonde tresses from
her face and glanced into the deep, lush woods that ringed the lake. Soon the
leaves would change to shades of gold, orange, red, and brown. In would come
the autumnal chill. Her time in the waters would decrease, and then winter
would set in and freeze her out.
When that happened, she’d resort to the swimming
pool located on the basement level of her large log home. Even with the
greenery she had sprinkled about, it never fully replaced the exhilaration of
the lake, the feel of fresh air against her skin, and the scent of the
wilderness.
She repeated the cycle, year after year. The
monotony had long since worn short on her nerves.
At one time, she’d had someone to break the mundane
tones of her life.
But she had ruined that.
He hadn’t understood the need, the drive, to be one
with the water.
She had allowed it to build a wall between them.
But how could he have understood? Hell, she’d have
trouble believing the truth, if it wasn’t her life.
The root of their problems had been otherworldly, as
her father was human and her mother was a water nymph.
The nymph side of her heritage presented two
problems. First, she needed daily contact with a body of water. Like her pool
in the basement. Second, she also needed a daily dose of sex. Preferably more
than once a day. After all, the term “nymphomaniac” had been born of a nymph’s
sex drive.
No, he had never known the truth of her desires.
She had pushed him away, afraid of exposing her real
self.
And that fear, that uncertainty, had left her
alone…and needy.
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Author
Bio:
I'm a writer of sexy romances with a kick of heat!
Though my contracted stories are paranormals, I haven't discounted writing a
contemporary or two.
I live in Pennsylvania just a hair shy of the Maryland border. I live with a family I adore which includes two furry feline children and a furry canine daughter.
In my spare time, I'm more than likely watching television. I watch Bones, Blue Bloods, NCIS:New Orleans, or some sort of car show like Wheeler Dealers.
I'm a huge sports fan, football in particular. During the fall/winter, I'm watching Notre Dame or Penn State on Saturdays and the Saints or Colts on Sunday.
I've been known to have my nose buried in a book. Nora Roberts/JD Robb and Clive Cussler are favorites of mine. I know, I know...Clive Cussler isn't a romance author. The man can weave a tale of adventure like no other!
I live in Pennsylvania just a hair shy of the Maryland border. I live with a family I adore which includes two furry feline children and a furry canine daughter.
In my spare time, I'm more than likely watching television. I watch Bones, Blue Bloods, NCIS:New Orleans, or some sort of car show like Wheeler Dealers.
I'm a huge sports fan, football in particular. During the fall/winter, I'm watching Notre Dame or Penn State on Saturdays and the Saints or Colts on Sunday.
I've been known to have my nose buried in a book. Nora Roberts/JD Robb and Clive Cussler are favorites of mine. I know, I know...Clive Cussler isn't a romance author. The man can weave a tale of adventure like no other!
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