First Chapter Friday
Candle Magic
When Simi finds a pretty
old candlestick among the discarded props in the company storeroom, she never
imagines it will grant her dearest wish. There’s something mysterious about the
carved candlestick, but Simi is drawn to it. She’s saved a red candle from a
box she bought years ago in an antique shop, and intends to use the candlestick
to hold the last candle and make her solitary Christmas lunch more festive.
It’s Christmas Eve, there’s sleet in the wind, Simi slips, but Jason catches
her. Who is Jason? Where has he suddenly appeared from in the night?
Simi looks into the eyes of
this gorgeous man and sparks fly …
CANDLE MAGIC
18+ erotic paranormal romance from Siren Publishing
ELODIE PARKES
Copyright ©
Chapter
One
The
mist parted. The sight of a man walking toward her captured her in a spell.
Simi stared at him, unable to move.
He
flowed slowly toward her, and then he was there in front of her, extending his
arms to hold her. His cornflower blue eyes, fringed with dark lashes, filled
with emotion. He smiled at Simi and she registered how handsome he was, how
completely gorgeous he was, before magically she was in his arms. He held her
close.
Gratitude
surged through her. Her heart opened to soak up the love he gave her. His face close,
Simi yearned for his lips on hers, and then—he kissed her. It charged her whole
body with such a surge of raw sexual energy her pussy drenched her inner
thighs. She drifted in a heavy fog of his kiss-induced lust.
The
softness of his lips changed from a gentle, loving merging to a hungry
searching as her tongue met his.
Naked
in his arms, Simi pressed against his hard body, her clothes strangely gone.
Yet she accepted that as ordinary when his hands swept over her skin and
grabbed her ass to lift her against his body. Her stomach contacted the hard
column of his erect cock, and she sighed into his mouth.
He
lifted her higher and she wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock fit so
beautifully between her legs, sliding along the outside of her slick pussy. He
sucked her neck, and the tingles from his love bite rippled through her peaked
nipples and sparked along her clit until she moaned.
Simi
longed for his cock pumping inside her. Desperation to feel the slow filling
and stretching as he entered her pussy forced her to whisper against his
shoulder, “Please make love to me.”
The
man brought her face to his in strong, gentle hands and kissed her. His cock
slipped on the entrance to her wet pussy and the head entered her.
Her
breath caught. She waited for the delicious feeling of his hard cock going in
all the way, and then before it happened, he was gone. Simi fell back, landing
on her feet still naked, and a sob escaped her. Where are you?
She
woke up with tears in her eyes. He wasn’t real. He was a dream. The loss of his
loving gaze and searching lips ached in her stomach. She doubled up in bed,
sorrow filling her.
Her
body still screamed for sex. Cream coated the tops of her inner thighs. The
dream man had been so desirable, so utterly enticing, she felt her nipples hard
against her arms as she wrapped them around herself in a sad hug. Simi
considered masturbation. It had saved her from complete meltdown in the face of
years alone. She stared at the clock on her bedside table. The digital numbers
read 6:55. Simi scrunched her eyes
shut. If only I hadn’t woken up. If only
I’d stayed asleep until his cock completely filled me. She took a deep
breath. Stop it. She uncurled, threw
back the quilt, and grabbed the digital clock. She flipped the alarm switch to off before the thing sent its strident
tones through her aching head.
Simi
stood by her bed. Her short, strappy top fell down over her sleep shorts and
she fumbled her feet into the soft shearling-lined ankle boots she used as
slippers. Her robe was hanging on the hook at the back of her bathroom door.
She yanked it off and dragged it on. Coffee.
Simi
made her coffee and drank it looking out at the dismal sky from her dining room.
The window there led out to a small balcony. It gave her a view of the communal
courtyard. In summer, pots of vivid colored flowers bordered the walls, but now
the square of garden in the center of the courtyard held a tall Christmas tree.
Multicolored fairy lights decorated the tree. An enterprising tenant of the
apartments had rigged it up so that the lights sparkled day and night. These
days the daylight was dim and sometimes fog rolled in from the ocean a few
miles away from the town. The lights cheered the place up.
Simi
didn’t put a Christmas tree up in her apartment. She’d hung a huge bunch of
mistletoe from the doorframe to her lounge room and placed a heavy, holly
wreath woven with red satin ribbon and small, glittering glass baubles on the wall
in her dining room. A red candle lay on the gleaming dining table. It was the
last from a box of candles she’d bought a few years before when she’d moved
into the apartment, happily anticipating small dinner parties with new friends and
romantic dinners with a man who loved her.
As
Simi showered, she considered the last three years. How was it possible never to meet a man who might love her?
As she swiped away the condensation on her bathroom mirror and inspected her
face, she accepted that maybe in her early twenties she’d been too picky.
There’d been that nice guy in the computer department of the firm she was with
before her present firm. She’d rebuffed him as a lover, but they’d had a kind
of friendship until she left the company, and then they’d lost touch. She
checked the wrinkles by her eyes. Not too
bad. Her thirtieth birthday loomed in January and Simi wondered if she
looked older than that. She saw dark shadows under her eyes and knew they were
from reading far into the night and throwing herself into work so that she
didn’t think about her growing loneliness.
As
she smoothed on body lotion, moisturized her face, and then dressed, Simi
counted the friends who’d fallen away as they got married or paired off with a
live-in lover. Two girlfriends remained single. One appeared to have retreated
into work and never wanted to socialize these days. The other, Liz, relied on
internet dating, but would sometimes join Simi for a meal or a movie
Maybe
Liz would be available if she asked her to meet for a drink, or lunch the day
after Christmas. Liz will be with her
massive family in the country for Christmas Eve and Christmas day, but I might call
her this afternoon and arrange something for the day after Christmas.
Simi
applied her light makeup for the day and dropped mascara, brighter lipstick, face
powder, and a dark kohl stick into a small zipped bag to use at work. She pulled
on her specially chosen stockings and underwear, her business suit, and looked
around for her shoes.
Simi
gathered her dress for later that day. She intended to change at work for the
staff party. She popped the makeup bag and her cell phone in the shoulder bag
that she used as a hold all for work. With her overcoat draped around her
shoulders, Simi left for the office.
The
subway station was only a short walk away, so two minutes later Simi clattered
down the steps to the platform, clutching her multi-ticket. The train was
always overheated in winter and Simi slipped her coat off to hang over her arm
as the train approached. On pleasant summer days, Simi sometimes walked to the
next station to enjoy the light mornings, but that was a much longer walk.
As
the train carried her to the city, Simi considered the day’s work ahead and
mentally prioritized the tasks.
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4 and a half stars from Manic Readers
I loved it.
5 Stars from Readers' Favorite
Jason
was an amazing character! Gorgeous, sexy, in the right place at the right time.
But he was also mysterious and kept me guessing. Where did he come from? How
long would he stay with Simi? What secret baggage did he bring with him? These
were all great questions that the author used to keep the characters more
complex and interesting and hold readers' attention.
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