"A Glimpse Inside"

"The Dream"

Excerpt two from A Glimpse Inside The Para-Portage Of Emily

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.

The Para-Portage of Emily (Shadow Seduction Series Book 1)

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?

Loved it!

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

Fall in Love with the Island and Mariner's Maiden

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.

 ~ ByJordan Stringfellow

I really enjoyed the Para-Portage of Emily

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

Cross Genre Paranormal Erotic Mystery

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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About The Author Muffy Wilson

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 reaching the pinnacle of her success when, at 36, she became the Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division for IBM and retired at 39. 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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