Genre: Paranormal Erotica
Publisher: World Weaver Press
Date of Publication: December 13, 2016
Number of pages: 140
Word Count: 40,000
Relax, close your eyes . . . and dream. Nine tales, nine sensual dreams of enchantment, wanderlust and lovers’ longings, of searching and finding; these dreams tell of birds of fire, curses that lie like bridges between night and day, and hunger for sweet seduction.
Excerpt 2, from “Phoenix and Styx”:
They consumed the food, all of it. They drank the wine he’d brought, all of it. By the time they were finished, the flowers were white-gray ash in their vase, and some small flakes settled on their heaped dessert spoons. Neither of them minded when they swallowed the truth of her fire.
Through it all, they did not talk.
After the meal, she broke the temple-silence first. “What am I?”
“Old. You are always old, even if you only show it through a lens of youth. What things you must have wanted to make you live to such age! You are the thing that always wants to live another day tomorrow, even if it means death today.”
She licked a flake of ash from one corner of her lips, dark chocolate from the other. “The world here is so cold.”
He shrugged. “It feels cold to you. That’s the feeling of just being alive, of not really living. I can stand it longer, the monotony of just flowing along, but something like you? You have to live so hard the passion of it makes you cry.”
Those were the words she needed, all that came after was kindling. She got up and with one arm sweeping like a wing, brushed everything off the table, breaking things and throwing noise like bird calls. She pulled him to his feet with a searing hand wrapped around the collar of his shirt and her lips on his mouth—she would have branded him if not for his cooler water nature.
He flowed around her—his arms and lips encircled her, and he pushed her down on the table as if it was a place for sacrifice.
“And now you are fire,” he said and pushed her skirt up her thighs only to see it burn off her skin, just like the blouse she was wearing, revealing more skin that tasted like the sun. Nimbly, like the water that he was, he shed his clothes before her heat could burn them away.
About the Author:
Alexa Piper enjoys writing, romance, and the paranormal. This said, becoming a paranormal romance writer seemed perfectly reasonable, but for Alexa, it is more than that; it's fun. Alexa’s work has appeared in the anthologies Demons, Imps, and Incubi and The Naughty List. Luminous Dreams is Alexa's first collection, and she hopes her readers will have as much fun reading it as she had writing it. Check out Alexa’s online home (alexapiper.com) for all things related to her writing and be sure to follow her on Twitter @prowlingpiper.
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