Tuesday, May 5, 2015

The Para-Portage of Emily by Muffy Wilson on May 5, 2015. 8AM EST on May 5, 2015.

Title: The Para-Portage of Emily
Series: Shadow Seduction Series #1
Author: Muffy Wilson
Genre: PNR Erotica
Release Date: March 24, 2015

Emily Macque, a young, beautiful junior partner in her father’s law firm, is but a heartbeat away from love or destiny. Duty brings Emily to a frozen Island estate two hundred and fifty miles north of Chicago. Devotion requires she delve into the property history to settle an estate probate. Death lures her into the arms of the shadows seduction created by the flickering light and dark shadows.

What flames the timeless passions spanning the decades? Love, desire or obsession?

Colin Jorgenson, once a Great Lakes mariner, is a strong man haunted by love and loss. How long will he return each night, gripped by desire, hoping to find the woman he has loved for a century?

Beneath the pristine Island beauty, passions hungered, lingered in the ardent darkness. His passions, fueled by decades of loneliness and longing, could no longer be denied. Will they face eternity together or love in secret as dark things are to be loved between the shadows and the soul?

I just finished The Para-Portage of Emily. Quite the page-turner!!
I was gifted a free copy by the author and found it to be a cleverly woven plot with descriptive characters you won’t soon forget. I’m not one to give out spoilers, but if you like paranormal intrigue, hot romance, and mystery, you will love it. Looking forward to more works by Muffy Wilson as I’m sure they will be just as brilliant. ~ By Love To Read
I really enjoyed the Para-Portage of Emily... a skillfully and imaginatively told tale of love, lost and found. Mysterious twists kept me turning the pages until the end.

Love conquers all, AND it was hot! ~ By Barbara A. Lyle

“Tell me
what you know about Mariner’s Maiden please, Kirby.”

took a long draw on his beer before he began his narrative.

“It was
years ago, around 1800 Miss Emily, when the original land owner arrived on the
Island with settlers from Norway. He’d claimed five hundred acres on this
southern point of the Island for himself. He became wealthy in cattle, wheat,
timber and cheese. As his family grew and were educated on the Mainland, they
moved, one by one, off Island. They were a wealthy, hard-working lot, but
needed less and less of the acreage they owned. Much of the original plot was
donated to the Town throughout the years. Some sections were sold.

“It got
down to the last hundred acres when Colin Jorgenson bought the property, around
1890 or 1900. I am not exactly sure. The main house was much smaller and less
grand than it is now, for sure.

Colin was a Maritime Captain and often he’d be gone for months at a time. He
sailed the Great Lakes several times a year with supplies, spices, fancy goods
and ‘fortunes of bounty’. That’s what they called it then. It was for sale to
rich settlers throughout the Great Lakes. He’d earned all his wealth in trading
by the turn of the century. He came and went for several years until, in his
mid-thirties, he met and married a much younger woman, Amalya, and came back to
the Island with her.”
Kirby sat
back, drained his beer and continued. “The property was called Mariner’s Cove
then. He spent two years with Island tradesmen rebuilding this house for his
wife. To honor her, and before his return to the water, he commissioned a
maritime woodcarver to create the figurehead of Amalya you saw yesterday on the
tree marking the entrance.

He had
the figure of Amalya mounted on the bow of his ship and apparently felt she was
always with him in his travels. She died one summer, pregnant with their first
child, shortly after his returning from his last trip of the season. He shut
himself away in this house—a broken man, left forlorn and alone, to die years
later of a broken heart as a recluse. It’s said he returns night after night trying
to find his Amalya, his beloved.”

that’s just old folklore, Miss Emily, there’s nothing to it but made up stories
from the past by gossips and romantics. This place has never been haunted—no
one has ever said it was, anyway. Even though he was long dead, this property
was held in Old Colin’s estate until your uncle bought it around 1955, I think.
I suppose there is more you can find out at the Archives office in the Island
library at the town offices, if you want. That’s about all I know and it ain’t

a second beer, Kirby was off to finish his chores. “Thank you, Miss Emily,”
Kirby said as he stood to leave.

walked him to the door with Barkley in tow.

there is one more thing” he added. “There is supposed to be a crypt on the
property somewhere. I heard tell that Old Colin buried his Amalya in there and
when he was dying, he crawled into it to die on her casket. Creepy, but no
one’s ever found it to my knowledge—and between me and my dad, we’ve covered
this property as caretakers for over fifty years.”

extended her hand in gratitude for the information and company. “Thank you,
Kirby. All of that is so very interesting. He must have been deeply in love
with Amalya.”

Kirby, a
middle-aged man, stood and shook Emily’s hand. He turned to leave, stopped and
dropped his head as he hesitated at the bottom of the steps. A simple country
man, this time was no different.

Emily…” He looked up at her rather sheepishly, and stuttered slightly, “Forgive
me, Miss Emily, if I offend you. I have been a bachelor all my life and never
had a way with women or much of a need for them. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I like
‘em well enough, but I never was able to pick the right words in their
presence. If…if you don’t mind my saying…you look an awful lot like those
paintings in the house of Miss Amalya.”

“Oh my
word, Kirby, how you flatter me! It is purely a coincidence, I assure you.”
Emily smiled, as she dismissed the compliment and waved good-bye at Kirby. As
he left, she thought about the love shared between these two remarkable people,
Colin and Amalya. Amalya and Colin.

She had
forgotten to ask what became of the baby…

Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.

Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

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