Lured From the Path

By Lola White

As a nature photographer, David is confident he can handle anything he finds in the Polish woods at night, in spite of an old man’s crazy story about the women who wait deep within the forest, looking to steal a man’s soul.

But then he’s lured from the path, where he meets Willa, the embodiment of all his fantasies. After the most erotic night of his life, David knows he is lucky to be alive, but he can’t get Willa out of his mind. He’s addicted, obsessed and determined to find her again, but returning to the forest means David will be punished for his infatuation.

Unless Willa agrees to keep him by her side forever...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lola White
• Release date: Nov 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311558305

Lola White

Delve into the emotions, dive into the erotic. An extensive traveler who loves to incorporate various legends from around the world into her tales, best-selling author Lola White likes to twist reality at its edges in her stories. She likes delving into the emotions of her characters, finding their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing (and showing) how they get themselves out of whatever trouble has found them—if they can.

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Lured From the Path

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Lola White

As a nature photographer, David is confident he can handle anything he finds in the Polish woods at night, in spite of an old man’s crazy story about the women who wait deep within the forest, looking to steal a man’s soul.

But then he’s lured from the path, where he meets Willa, the embodiment of all his fantasies. When she begs for his help, David instantly agrees to give it, his thoughts too jumbled to wonder why the beautiful creature is so deep in the forest, naked and alone.

After the most erotic night of his life, David knows he is lucky to be alive, but he can’t get Willa out of his mind. He’s addicted, obsessed and determined to find her again, but returning to the forest means David will be punished for his infatuation. Unless Willa agrees to keep him by her side forever.

Lured From the Path

Lola White

Copyright 2013 Lola White

Smashwords Edition License Notes

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, events or people, either living or dead, is purely coincidental. Literary license has been taken resulting in an amalgamation of various Vila mythologies. This story contains sexually explicit material intended only for mature audiences over the age of eighteen.

For more information on the author please visit www.lola-white.com

Cris and Jenna, thank you.

Chapter 1

David checked the camera hanging around his neck and surveyed the inn’s taproom. It was a charming place, if the visitor had a thing for medieval Polish décor. He doubted the place was that old, but it was scenic.

The occupants of the room were just as interesting as the furnishings. A grizzled group of men, a couple sporting matching Goth looks, a cheerful old man waving at him from a corner table. Curiosity caught by the old man’s urgency, David walked over, taking the offered seat.

Blue eyes dancing with interest slid over his face. The old man proved himself sharper than David expected. You are American, yes?

Yes. David stifled a smile at the eagerness in the man’s voice. How did you know?

You have good Polish, the man said, but not good enough to keep my ears from hearing the difference.

David snorted. My accent gave me away, did it?

The man grunted an agreement as he leaned forward to brace his elbow on the scarred tabletop. What brings you to Poland? What brings you here, to our tiny village?

I’m a wildlife photographer. David lifted the camera. I’m here to take some pictures of the nocturnal animals for a book that—

Nocturnal. You want the pictures of the night creatures? The man sat back in his chair, his face growing pale before a splash of red coated his cheeks. Here? In the forest?

Yes.

No, sir. You mustn’t. You are just a traveler, yes? So I will help you.

You know of some good places to wait? David grinned. The locals always knew the best spots.

No. The old man’s brows lowered, emphasizing the seriousness of his thoughts. I will tell you to stay out of the forest completely. It’s not safe. Especially at night.

David sighed. He’d traveled to many different places all over the world. This wasn’t the first time he’d met someone who was utterly convinced the American couldn’t handle himself. Fear of the dark and creatures with sharp teeth was etched onto the human psyche, and everyone was convinced that their night was darker, their animals more vicious, than anywhere else. Visitors would surely die from their lack of knowledge of the area.

I appreciate the warning, David said, "but I’m used to being by myself in the forest. I can take care