Valentine Love with a Navy Seal ~ Consenting Hearts by Muffy Wilson

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Consenting Hearts

by

Muffy Wilson

@SexyMuffyWIlson

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Just as we cannot live without dreams, we

cannot live without love. Love is not found, for love is truly blind. Lovers do

not meet for they dwell inside of one another until the moment a whisper

ignites the heart and a kiss touches the soul. 

And we call that the beginning...of life with love.

So on Valentine's Day, what better way to lay tribute to love and lovers than

with a love story that just happens

—not on purpose, not by design, not by any

other intention than to live life and love without boundaries? To fly limitless

into the arms of someone who completes your soul gives one wings.

Nothing can stop the power of love between a man and a woman.

This is a story about a professional woman, unlucky in love and tired of all things testosterone, who is erotically tempted by a female piano bar player and torch singer. Her intended tryst is derailed when she meets a Navy Seal in the lounge enjoying the sweet temptations of a Southern Comfort Manhattan. 

How does the night unfold for the strangers above the jeweled colored sparkling lights strewn like a bed in the valley below? Perhaps a twosome or maybe a threesome. Or...

Perhaps forever is only for a night.

You know, the

longer and more that I do this, it never gets easier to talk about myself. I

think writers are inherently private, why I don’t know, because everything we

write is revealing in some way. But, I love talking about my books and

characters, so I guess, someday, I’ll get used to talking about myself too!

How long have you been a writer and how did you come to

writing?

In many respects, I have written most of my life. I was in

sales and marketing before I retired and I had to write proposals, proformas,

presentations and contracts so I had to have some command of the English

language. It was only after I started writing provocative romance and erotica

that I realized how little command I actually have!! But, I started, in earnest,

writing stories and books in 2010. My first story, The Storm, was published in

2010 by Oysters & Chocolate, an online magazine now defunct. The $10 I

earned mad me a pro! I hope that isn’t a sign of things to come!

How did you come up with this story?

I wrote a very short workshop teaser, The Bath, for a group

I am in in which the woman bathing dozes and feels hands on her, soothing her

tired muscles and becoming more insistent, erotically. She gives herself over

to the sensations and then as she drains the tub thinks she sees a face in the

water. It was the beginning or a romance that spans a century about a seafaring

man that keeps returning to his home to try to find his beloved, Amalya who

died in childbirth. He mistakenly thinks that Emily, now  in his home, is she. That is how this all

started and these two characters literally swept me away.

            

What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?

As always, the agony of a blank page and the ecstasy of two

little words, “The End”. In all fairness, writing is a solitary endeavor, so

the loneliness gets to me occasionally, but I have taken to the couch and write

beside my husband as he does his crossword puzzles and watches sports. And I

have my characters to keep me company.

What inspires you to write?

I know writers always say ‘everything’ but for me, that

really isn’t true. A melody might, something that happened to me in my life,

someone, or something I saw. Once, on the day that JFK was assassinated, my

Mother and I were shopping in Paris. My Dad was an Air Force colonel and we

were stationed there for three years, but that is a story in and of itself!

Anyway, I saw a man strike a woman across the Champs Elysees in front of the

Arc de Triomphe. The ‘City of Love’ changed for me forever in that one moment.

Things like that inspire me. Politics, for example, do not so everything is not

inspiring to me. I suspect, to sum it up, the human condition is fascinating to

me; how people treat and react to one another at their best and worst, is

inspiring.

How did you conduct your research for Consenting

Hearts?

Humm, I really didn’t. This is another time when much of

what I wrote, I lived. The same is true of Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences,

although not all, for sure. The setting in The Para-Postage of Emily, is

on an island between Lake Michigan and Green Bay. For many years, my husband

and I lived on an Island in the middle between both of those bodies of water

and the ferry had to cross “Death’s Door, so named by the Indians because of

the treacherous currents. It is a small 36 square mile island settled by Nordic

settlers many generations ago so many of the current residents are related.

Small Island, big gossip! Anyway, we lived there for nearly 20 years. That is

where this story takes place, in a small part of my heart. For Consenting Hearts, The beginning is how I met my husband. The drama surrounding the meeting is pure fabrication, as is the rest of the story, but that is how this lovely piece begins and why.

What are 3 of your favorite lines/quotes from Consenting Hearts?

I have so many, but these are just a few that are PG rated for this interview:

Sailie took her first sip, feeling the warmth of

the drink claiming her body, inch by inch. She savored that very first sip

luxuriously. It was like a lover’s hands sliding down her body, igniting every

inch as they felt their way to her toes.

Swish,

swish, swish…and her thong bit into her tender folds as a poignant reminder.

Dylan lit a cigar and Sailie thought she would like

to die in his arms from the mere honeyed scent of the burning leaves. 

What would your friends say is your best quality?

I am a good friend, I think they would say. I hope they

would anyway. I try to be helpful and supportive. It is so hard to be a writer

today. There are 55,000 new books published monthly. Anyone can write and

publish a book. I can be very discouraging for an author to be read and, as you

know, promotion is time consuming and exhausting leaving little time to do what

you love. I try to do whatever I can to help my friends. I try to be generous

with my time and whatever talent I possess that might be useful to them.

Are reader reviews important to you?

Reader reviews are very important to me. Positive

reinforcement is essential to my life-force. It is like getting all dressed up

for a party looking your best, and no one notices if I don’t get reviews. And

it is crushing. You know, shameless self-promotion only goes so far, and that’s

usually with your family! As in anything, word of mouth is the best form of

advertising—and so it goes with books. Oddly enough, while I don’t particularly

care for average reviews, they do not bother me. You cannot please everyone and

one really never knows a reader’s points of reference. Anyway, I am harder on

my work than anyone else could ever be.

I have been fortunate to be selected as a Readers' Favorite. You can read some of the wonderful nearly two dozen 5 star reviews here:

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Do I ever!!

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What do you do when you don’t write?

My husband and I used to boat, but we lost interest when gas

prices went so high. We had a 28’ Grady White. Beautiful boat. But we could eat

lobster every day for what it cost us to go fishing in the Gulf a few times a

month! That takes all the fun out of a hobby. I walk a lot as, like Emily, I

have a wee Havanese dog of 12 fluffy pounds and I sew. I am also a licensed

realtor, although I have been ‘inactive’ for the last year making a heartfelt

effort with my writing. Come to think of it, I have done little else but write

in the last year!!

Tell us about your other books? 

Thank you for asking. I have this new book on pre-order now releasing

on Valentine’s Day titled Consenting Heart: A Very Special Valentines. Pre-order

here

. It includes elements of the day I met my husband but the rest is pure

sizzling fiction.

The setting in The Para-Postage of Emily, is on

an island between Lake Michigan and Green Bay. For many years, my husband and I

lived on an Island in the middle between both of those bodies of water and the

ferry had to cross “Death’s Door, so named by the Indians because of the

treacherous currents. It is a small 36 square mile island settled by Nordic

settlers many generations ago so many of the current residents are related.

Small Island, big gossip! Anyway, we lived there for nearly 20 years. That is

where this love story takes place, in a small part of my heart. The story of a seafaring

man, tormented by loss and love, who returns nightly for his love Amalya who

died in childbirth, only to discover Emily who now owns his home. Love across a

century. Very sexy, very romantic! Order Here

Then I am contributing to a real scorcher, Alpha Fever: 22

Sizzling Contemporary and Paranormal Romance Stories. My story is about a good

neighbor and The Butterfly Collector. Pre-order

here

. It has an interesting backdrop of BDSM. I am not  proficient in that genre so it is mild, but

still an interesting story I think about releasing ourselves to the care and

trust of another and how we blossom as a result of what we learn about

ourselves. The protagonist has a club foot, and yes, I once dated a man with a

club foot. As with most disabilities, visible or not, it is our own feelings

about it that are the most crippling. My last release was a fund raiser I help

with for a friend that suffers from Ataxia, a neurological disorder affecting

voluntary coordination of muscle movements. I wrote an inspirational piece about

when I was raped and how we can overcome anything, with the right help and

desire. This Beautiful Escape Order

Here

All proceeds go to charity and you’ll learn a little more about me and

have loads of inspiring stories, poems, quotes and daily reads to perk you up.

I have thirteen or so books/anthologies published now so I

can’t talk about each of them, however, I love Moonbeams

of Unintended Consequences

as one of my favs and also, along with Emily, I

am writing a sequel. This is an interracial love story about a famous opera

star and a young beautiful designer. And yes, I did ‘know’ a celebrated opera

star and the famous San Francisco Whitcomb Hotel does exist. My last release,

written with my friend Chrissy Laurence, was in September in the form of Cheerleaders

in Heat

and that is a real 5 flame eroco-throbber. Fun and funny, but

serious, it exposes the underbelly of life in South Miami’s nightlife; there is

some violence that alters the course of my heroine’s life.

Your readers will be hearing more about those books in the

coming months as we delve deeper into my sordid writing and past. In the

meantime, they can check out my books and add them to there Wish List on my Amazon

Author Page

If you could share one thing about yourself that you would

like readers

to know what would it be?

I never graduated from college. Most people do not know that

about me and just assume I did. While I would never want alter the course of my

life, that is my second greatest regret. But, I am happy with how my life has

gone; I am wealthy beyond money, I had a great career as a Regional Director

with IBM, and my life has been enriched by all those that have touched me and

continue to love me. I have a wonderful husband who thinks it is funny I write

‘porn’ and a step-son who thinks I am awesome. Could it get any better than

that?

Well, I suppose I should say “Good Bye” as I would hate to

bore you into thinking my books are equally tiresome! They are lovely.

Read some of the reviews, speaking of reviews. It has been an honor to be here

with you today. I so appreciate your time and interest in sharing my work with

your friends, family and fans. They are all a special lot and I love each and

every one of them. Thank you for stopping by.

She

told him what she had done to herself in the ladies’ room, the slight smell of

vodka and lemons on her breath escaping from full, ruby lips as he watched them

move with each word and syllable. He was getting hard again; she could see the

bulge in his pants. She described in detail exactly what she had done, how she

felt and how it had made her feel when she emerged from the ladies’ room:

strong, powerful, in control—hot. She

leaned in closer and whispered into his ear.

“I am

so tempted to guide your hand up to the wet desire you caused between my

thighs.”

His bulge

was quite obviously rock hard, as he no doubt remembered when she’d returned

from the ladies’ room but in earnest at her seductive suggestion…

“I

would be less than an officer and a gentleman if I didn’t oblige. I must

confess,” Dylan said, “I thought I smelled the fragrance of sex on you, and you

made me hard as steel—Navy steel hard…Jesus, Sailie…” Ordinarily, a comment

like that would have brought some chuckles but the two of them were dead

serious, staring into one another’s hungry eyes.

 “Last call for alcohol. You don’t hafta go

home; you just gotta go. You can’t stay here,” the bartender hollered

interrupting their locked gaze.

People

started to shuffle around them gathering their things, collecting their coats and

umbrellas, leaving. Sailie and Dylan had just gotten fresh drinks, so they had

a few minutes to whisper and touch before they would have to join the others

and leave. Shortly, the bartender started turning on lights and flashing them

dim to high. That was the universal message that before too long, they would

stay on. Sailie and Dylan were unconcerned. They had nothing but one another in

their shared look. And Sailie thought of the torch singer.

The

piano player stood, looked at Sailie and blew out the candle on her piano. In

the flicker of the burning light, Sailie saw the invitation.

Dylan

broke his gaze, stood and took Sailie’s elbow. “We’d better leave before they

have us arrested,” he said. And they smiled, knowingly, at one another. Sailie

was hoping there would be better reasons ahead to get them both arrested.

“Wait.

Do you mind if I give my friend, Meesa, a ride home?”

“Meesa?”

Disappointment hung on his voice.

“The

piano player.”

“Oh…no,

of course not. But, I have a small car.”

“No

problem. I mean, would you like to have a nightcap at my house? I’ll ride with

you and Meesa can bring my car when she is finished here. She doesn’t have one.

You don’t mind, do you?” What could he say sporting that hard-on?

“No, I

mean yes! I would love to come have a drink at your house and no, I don’t mind

if she brings your car. I didn’t realize you were friends.”

“Well,

yes, we’ve been friends for a little while. I’ll explain later. Let me give her

the keys.”

As

they rose to go, Sailie broke away from the man who had held her attention the

entire night to the woman that held it now. She bent to the young woman’s ear

as she slipped a twenty into the bountiful brandy snifter and inhaled the

lavender fragrance she remembered so swell. Her aroma sent an electric bolt to the

moist center of Sailie’s desire.

“Come

to my house when you are finished, won’t you?”

“Yes,

of course, I will. I’ve been watching you all night, both of you, but then you

knew that,” the long-legged blond with the soft fingertips answered matter-of-factly.

“Here

are my keys. We’ll have a drink. You will come, promise? Do you remember how to

get there?”

“Of

course, I said I will, Sailie. I’ll be here awhile cleaning up, but I should be

there in about an hour. And yes, I remember how to get there. It hasn’t been

that long—just last night.”

“You

don’t mind him, too, do you?”

“Mind?

Oh, lord Sailie, no. Are you fucking kidding? He’s gorgeous. And you look

absolutely radiant. Is that an iridescent blush on your cheeks? You look

beautiful.”

“Thank

you, sugar. No, it’s not blush but excitement and a little bit of cum. See ya

at my house.”

Sailie

kissed her ear, the twenty safely tucked in the snifter, sucked her earlobe

into her mouth with a little flick of her tongue and turned to the man that had

her mojo melting.

“Come

on, Dylan. Are you ready to go? I’ll ride with you to my house.”

“Ah,

sure, Sailie. You, ah…you, ah, you kissed her…?”

“Yes,”

Sailie turned and wiggled a wave to Meesa. “We’re close.”

“Oh,

well, then…”

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Muffy, author of provocative romance about

love, sex, hope and passion, was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two

older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged

and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force

which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative

years in Europe and 'came of age' in France which forged her joie de vivre and

love for books, writing and education.

Married and living in the tropical paradise of

SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy dabbles in real estate, writes and

enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt.

~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion

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Feb  2016 ~ My Life in the Sky A Memoir of Lt.Col. Joe Lyle Jr

Mar 2016 ~ Alpha Fever Anthology with Gina Kincade from Naughty Nights Press 

May 2016 ~  Sequel to The Para-Portage of Emily

July 2016 ~ Ribbons of Moonlight Sequel to Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences

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