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Have you heard of the erotic tale of the beautiful Lady Godiva?
Sweet As Fire is a paranormal alternate reality retelling of this old legend, brimming with witch fire, evil deeds and love at first sight.
Godiva is desperate to escape the confines of a pending marriage to a man much too old for her. In an attempt to seek comfort, Godiva demands her friend, a witch, find an attractive man for one night of prolonged sex during the Beltane festivities in the England of 1070 C.E. The witch complies, even as a Hidden Observer covertly watches Godiva with wicked intentions of his own towards the determined noblewoman.
Godiva finds herself in a lightning fast relationship with a handsome peddler, who has long buried secrets of his own and is on the run from the law. Can their erotic encounter last beyond the intricacies of the evil about to submerge them?
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Excerpt: Prologue
The county of Mercia
1070 A.D.
"She dances naked in the moonlight," he choked out in a whisper on the narrow pallet that served as his bed. Excitement sizzled along his nerve endings and into his rapidly stiffening cock. He gazed into the dark sky, heedless of the stars twinkling like tiny crystals on black satin. Instead he visualized her skin the color of apricots and milk, and lustrous dark hair swirling around a slender nude form.
A fire burned low in the hearth, no longer warming the room. Sighing a heavy exhalation, he braced his palms under the back of his head and fixed his gaze on the misted sphere of moon meandering through the sky casting a bright wide swath of light bed and splashing on the rushes along the floor. If only he could get her to share in his rejoicing, to meld their bodies together for now until eternity. A trace of lavender scented the spring night air and the earth smelled damp and pungent.
He blinked. His rod felt full, as if he were going to explode. He wanted the woman with every fiber of his being. And now he had a reason to want her even more. He had the elixir of life. No, he reluctantly corrected himself. He almost had the one drink that would give him eternal life.
With the elixir, he would never grow old. While everyone died around him, except for the lovely woman he would make his wife and with whom he would share the small potion, he would once again become young and strong. No longer would he be a shadow of his former self.
The embers in the hearth flickered but he didn't feel the cool night on his skin. Without warning, the embers blazed and the fire came to fiery life. The man gaped. What had caused an unnatural act such as that?
"Are you thinking again, my chosen one?"
The rasping voice shocked him out of his sex induced lethargy. He bolted upright, shielding his hardened rod. As thin as a straw of hay, she stood outlined by the moonlight. Uneasiness bolted through him. The few agonizing times she had forced her presence on him, he had not once seen her face. She had always been a sinister silhouette lit only by the moon. She could have risen from the dead for all he knew. What did he care as long as he received what she had promised? "I thought we made our deal. What are you doing here?"
Her willowy thin shoulders hardly moved as she shrugged. "I wasn't quite done yet," she said, each word clipped.
He tensed. His heart began racing. Was she about to demand payment in exchange for the elixir even though she hadn't delivered on her promise? "Give me the elixir and we'll talk. Not a moment sooner."
She laughed very softly, leaving a sudden and unpleasant chill in the air. The fire blazed higher but he didn't feel any warmth emanating from it. "Do you really think you have power over me to talk thus?"
Impotent anger took hold. He clenched his hands into white-knuckled fists. The likes of her were never satisfied until they bled a man dry of everything that made him a full-blooded man. He should have known that before he consented to their hasty deal. His pulse skittered. Had he done the right thing? Trading his peace of mind for the devil's touch? "Don't play games with me, old woman."
"Who's playing games?"
Her voice grated along his nerves. She took a small step towards him. Gut instinct told him to run but he stayed absolutely still. He would not fear her - just as long as she didn't touch him.
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