The Para-Portage of Emily
The Shadow Seduction Series
By
Muffy Wilson
@SexyMuffyWilson
Reading The
Para-Portage of Emily made me feel like I was reading Jane Austen or one of the
Bronte sisters, if they had written erotic romances.
Wilson's
descriptive prose paints a scene like an artist paints a landscape.
The story itself
is hauntingly beautiful, interspersed with passionate erotic scenes
that are done in a
very romantic style with lots of description and emotion imbuing each one. I
couldn't help but feel a little sad while reading the story, because there is
quite a bit of sadness as Emily learns about the tragically romantic past of
the house she's currently residing in,
but at the same
time there's a thread of hope as well. There's also a mystery to be solved and
little hints scatter the story, like breadcrumbs, until it all comes together
in the end.
If you want a completely different kind of ghostly romance, and especially if you love histories and love that crosses all barriers of time, space and death, this is definitely a book you won't want to miss. It's unlike anything I've ever read, in a very good way.
If you want a completely different kind of ghostly romance, and especially if you love histories and love that crosses all barriers of time, space and death, this is definitely a book you won't want to miss. It's unlike anything I've ever read, in a very good way.
~ By Lovemuffins
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
"The Dream"
She looked around the foyer, awestruck. The large ceremonial
foyer was big enough for use as a reception hall—perhaps it had been used as
such in the glory days of the Island. It was at least two stories high, built
of stone with exposed beams of timber and log, and large hand-hewn cross
trusses at the ceiling. It was rustic but grand at the same time. There were
three matching chandeliers of iron and crystal suspended from the massive trussed
ceiling. The floors were all of six-inch antique lumber, polished to a
brilliant shine in the setting sunlight. For its size, the massive foyer was
warm, surprisingly warm and cozy.
Emily felt quite welcome.
On the walls were wrought-iron fluted sconces matching the
chandeliers at equidistance throughout the hallway, lovely hand-woven
tapestries and paintings of some family members Emily recognized. But there
were also paintings of others she did not recognize. Hung in the parlor, over
the considerable stone fireplace where a fire blazed pleasantly and in full
view from the foyer, was the most prominent of paintings. Clearly, it had been
her uncle’s favorite.
The painting was of a voluptuous young beauty with long
auburn locks, tied loosely with a pale pink ribbon. Wisps of her hair escaped
the tether and fell rather seductively about her soft shapely shoulders and
around the tempting ivory flesh of her exposed bosom. She appeared to be
sitting quite privately by her vanity, tending to her feminine indulgences
perhaps applying oils and lotions to her pale, velvety skin. Draped in a pink
satin cloth or robe of sorts, she was not completely nude. She was an
extraordinary creature and, immediately, Emily thought of the Mariner’s Maiden.
There was such a likeness, but Emily thought that was quite an impossible
coincidence. She wondered whom this young woman was that held such a position
of importance in her uncle’s home. She also wondered if she had ever lived or
if she was still alive. Were they lovers? She was sure there would be much
about her uncle she would discover in the coming days and never grow to
understand. She was ashamed to admit to herself she was now more fascinated by
him in death. Emily was excited to discover more about him—and his life—now she
was here, than she had been while he was alive.
She looked closely at the painting and in faint letters it
read, “Amalya” at the bottom. She wondered if that was the beautiful woman or
the artist. Although quite taken with the portrait, she had satisfied some
measure of her curiosity for the day and, thinking of her father, snapped
around, squared her shoulders and settled into her uncle’s desk to begin work.
Opening her uncle’s file drawer in his desk, Emily felt intrusive. However, it
had to be done. The first file which caught her eye was one on Marnier’s
Maiden. She pulled it out, opened the cover and began to read. There were plat
maps, surveys, contracts of sale and purchase, title documents, recordings and
the usual. There was the technical history, but nothing of the emotional
history, which interested her most. Emily read on, as the file was very thick,
and perhaps there was more to come. She moved to the leather sofa in the
library in between the bookcases and across from the stone fireplace.
The original owner had built the house on five hundred acres
of land in the early 1800’s. The technical file was so thick because over the
years, as he aged and his family moved away, he had donated much of the land to
the town. The hours passed. She read until she fell asleep to the melodious
crackling sounds of the fire. Emily was nestled under the throw quite warm and
secure. And then, she dreamed…she was floating, soaring, drifting on silken
currents and airfoils of magic.
She felt as though she was flying, so light and airy, wispy,
so delicate. She could see the land from on high. She could see a young woman
with very long auburn hair being chased towards the house by a large male. He
was dressed in odd attire, with his pant legs tucked inside his high-topped
black polished boots. He was tall, but with his back to her, Emily could not
make out his face. His shoulders were broad and his waist narrowed, but flared
to thick muscular thighs that moved deliberately under tight leggings. He wore
a white billowy shirt, so very bright white, Emily had to squint to block the
glare and the scene was out of focus at all the edges. The woman was dressed in
a long blue skirt, to the ankles. A wide belt cinched her tiny waist, holding
her full white blouse tucked neatly in the band. Off both of her shoulders was
the top of the blouse and the sleeves were nipped tight at the wrist. She ran
quickly to the front door of the house, looking over her shoulder frequently.
The man, who had long masterful strides, easily caught her at the front
entrance to the house. Even though it was a dream, Emily felt her heart
pounding for the young girl in fear for her safety.
When the stranger grabbed her from behind at the grand oak
door, Emily held an involuntary breath anticipating the worst as the man
whipped the young woman around to face him. She laughed, loud and hearty, and
threw her arms around the laughing, breathless man. They faced one another, and
Emily could not make out their features, the glare from the white shirts was
still so blinding. The man ran his hand through her hair from her neck up to
the back of her head, grabbed a fistful of tousled auburn locks and pulled her
face gently towards his. He kissed her with such deep, passionate abandon,
Emily gasped. She awoke, abruptly but briefly, to realize she had been holding
her breath with a racing heart. Calming herself, breathing evenly, she closed
her eyes to return to the dream.
Emily slept again almost immediately.
The couple was inside the house. The man collected the young
woman in his arms in the foyer and carried her to the library. In one another’s
embrace, he took her to the couch, exactly where Emily now slept, and gently
placed her down onto the sofa. He lowered the top of her blouse further down
her bodice, exposing her breasts from an uplifting corset which barely covered
her nipples. As he bent to draw her breasts out of the confines and kiss each
one, Emily saw the young woman had put her arm over her eyes, so Emily still
could not see the fullness of her face. The man lovingly took each nipple, one
at a time, into his mouth while he twisted and pinched the other. Her areolas
responded by swelling and darkening around the hardened nipples. She moaned and
moved suggestively, openly welcoming further indulgences. He reveled in her
breasts, burying his face between them and licking the private spot of cleavage
reserved just for his attentions. The room smelled of lavender, Emily noted in
her dream. The young woman surely fancied the lavender fragrance in her evening
bathwater.
It was very stimulating and seemed so real to Emily.
This is a story to savor. Ms. Wilson's descriptions are
poetic and enthralling,
placing the reader in the midst of the story, and the
relaxed pace of the story does not lessen the power of suspense. Shrouded in
mystery, romance, and eroticism, "The Para-Portage of Emily" is a
treat for the senses,
a haunting indulgence. Despite hints throughout, the
ending still surprised me, and though satisfied,
I regretted the literary
journey's end. Highly recommended. I look forward to more from this promising
series.
~ By Jordan Stringfellow
~ By Jordan Stringfellow
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 novels and sensual romantic literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.
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
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Should John Grisham and EL James have a secret love child,
she would no doubt pen legal thrillers with a luscious layer of the erotic.
They would name their child Muffy Wilson and send her to Stephen King for some
pointers in the paranormal.
Wilson, in the obliquely titled "The Para-Portage of Emily",
interweaves these three diverse genres into a compelling, magic carpet of a
novel that takes Emily Macque from Chicago to a bitter island estate two
hundred miles north in the frozen sea. Emily is the striking junior partner in
her father’s law firm, her mission, to settle the probate on an estate, her
destiny to fall into the arms of Colin Jorgenson, a seaman haunted by a past
love that torments his life.
Intelligent, well-written, with fully fleshed out characters and a story with
more twists than a spiral staircase, "The Para-Portage of Emily" had
me gripped until the very last page.
~ By Chloe
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