Love Potion

By Chris Kalyta

In this erotic/fantasy/romance, Alexandra is a student at the University of Toronto and despite the efforts of her best friend her social life is going nowhere. She is astonished to find a magic book at a school library. When the book offers to help her create a love potion Alexandra eagerly begins collecting ingredients in the hope that the grad student she's fallen for will at last notice her in just the right way. Things seem to finally be going her way. She's doing well in her classes and now the man of her dreams is going to love her. After all, don't love potions fix everything? This is a sequel, of sorts, to Holly's Winter. for readers 18+

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chris Kalyta
• Release date: Dec 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9780991689743

Chris Kalyta

Chris Kalyta is the pen name for a Canadian writer of erotic and non-erotic fiction. His story settings are historical, science fiction, fantasy, in the modern world, or any combination of these. Whatever the genre, his stories tend to be adventures, and sometimes have elements of romance or horror. Chris writes for personal enjoyment, so his ebooks tend to be inexpensive. He lives in Ontario with his amazing wife and two wonderful kids. In 2017 I intend to publish some new ebooks which will likely include an erotic sci-fi series (of approximately a dozen ebooks eventually) about Minx, an interstellar bounty hunter and her sexy adventures and an erotic historical series taking place during the War of 1812. Others will follow as time allows. I hope you find something that you enjoy reading!

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I'm so ashamed of myself at how much I loved the romance portion of this story. I'm a guy, so I'm not supposed to like romance, but garsh (sic) that was a beautiful romance story.

Love Potion

Chris Kalyta

Published by Chris Kalyta

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Copyright March 2014 Chris Kalyta

ISBN 978-0-9916897-4-3

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Contents

Chapter 1: Alexandra and Kate

Chapter 2: The library

Chapter 3: Brewing love

Chapter 4: Bob

Chapter 5: Love is complicated

Chapter 6: Love and friendship

Epilogue

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Love Potion

Chapter 1: Alexandra and Kate

I was dreaming again, and it was the same fantasy that had disturbed my sleep almost every night for the last two months. I knew that I was sleeping, and I understood it was just a dream and that I was going to awaken shortly, but I just couldn't stop the inexorable sequence that led me to wake in tears most mornings.

In the dream I was at the North Pole, in Santa’s home, having been invited personally by him on Christmas Eve. A small and lovely elf woman pulled me from Santa’s bag, gently handed me over to another one of Santa’s elves, and then waved goodbye as I was escorted to a classroom. There were a little over a dozen women in the room, but at twenty-one I was probably the youngest present. After the last woman arrived, disoriented and wearing only a short silk kimono, a middle-aged elf woman stepped up to the front and began lecturing us about Santa and the reason as to why all of us had been brought there.

I listened attentively to all that was said. But later, as the auburn-haired woman in the silk kimono talked privately with the lecturer, I decided that perhaps I had best leave this fantasy and return to my own life. I approached the mature woman timidly, as did three other girls, and each of us requested that we be returned to our homes.

I had awoken on Boxing Day with my pillow soaked, tears streaming from my eyes and no idea why the strange dream had given me such a sense of loss. I’d never experienced this type of emotional turmoil before and suspected it might have something to do with stress from the finals I had written shortly before the Christmas holiday. Well, stress from that and the fact that my parents had just divorced after twenty-one years of apparent bliss. Both my mom and dad had been hounding me to choose which of them I was going to spend Christmas with. In the end I had decided to stay at school, perhaps in a fit of childish spite at both of them for destroying my sense of family.

Now, here I was two weeks into February and my strange problem continued to plague me. I grabbed a Kleenex and gently dabbed my eyes dry.

"It was that dream again, wasn’t it?" asked my roommate.

Yeah. I looked over at the young woman I shared the room with. Kate was gorgeous. She was of mixed black and Asian heritage, with dark and wavy hair, deep dark brown eyes and unblemished skin that was an eye-catching golden-brown. She had a slim figure, with good feminine proportions, unlike me. Kate, again unlike me, was quite popular with the guys on campus, mostly because of her looks, but also because she was friendly and vivacious. I’d initially been shocked when she confided to me that she’d had trouble finding a roommate.

You really should talk to someone about that, Alex. Kate sat up in her bed and stretched her arms as she let out a loud yawn. It’s been almost every night since I got back from the holidays, and you said you had the same dream every night after Christmas Day. You’ve woken up crying through most of January and here we are half-way through February and it’s the same story!

While I climbed out of my bed and stretched, Kate pulled off her negligee and put on her bathrobe. My own nightie stretched down to the floor and was far more concealing than the semi-transparent things Kate wore to bed, when she didn’t sleep nude. I waved to my stuffed animals, bidding them a silent good morning. I spied Kate staring at me and shaking her head.

Maybe your only problem is finding a guy, she suggested, yet again.

I’m saving myself for marriage, I said softly.

I don’t believe that. She began to count on her fingers. You’re just afraid of guys. You don’t date. You keep stuffed animals in your bed, and you talk to them. You wear an outfit like that to bed as if you’re afraid someone will see your legs, or heaven forbid a boob. You choose to wear the most unsexy clothes you can. Even on a Saturday, like today, you almost never go out unless it’s school related. It’s as if you don’t want guys to be interested in you, Lexy.

It’s not like that! I shrugged and sighed. Look, we’ve been over this before. A girl like you wouldn’t understand. You go to a class or a library and the guys all stare at you. They just don’t look at a girl like me. My hips are too wide and my chest is too flat! Guys want something pretty on their arm, not someone like me! I was getting upset. I knew Kate was fond of me and was merely trying to help, so why was I getting so upset?

Kate walked to the door and paused, giving me time to throw on a thick, warm bathrobe over my nightie. Girl, you’re prettier than you think you are. You’ve got a curve on your hips and your chest isn’t flat. There are guys who’d like to go out with you, hold your hand, kiss you and then take you back home and get into your pants. I blushed. "But