Seduced by a Waif

By Willow West

Cast from his body thousands of years before, the waif sees her and wants her. The shadowy form seduces the lovely Lotta then seeks to find a way to possess her as the man he once was.

Rich and successful and under the watchful eye of his dominant mother, Ian King is in love with the beautiful and talented artist Lotta—a girl deemed totally unsuitable for him. When he takes her to meet his critical mother, he is unprepared for the skeletons in his family closet.

Can Lotta find the love she needs? And will it be with the gentle Ian or the passionate waif, Edris?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781910397510

Willow West

Willow West is a contemporary author. She likes to write about strong female characters engaging in titillating activities. Willow likes the slightly unconventional and reminds us that not all heroes and heroines are perfect. Willow writes and works as a copywriter. She lives in with six children in a house that is full of love. If she could write anywhere, it would be in a breezy attic overlooking the ocean.

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SEDUCED BY A WAIF

Willow West

Cast from his body thousands of years before, the waif sees her and wants her. The shadowy form seduces the lovely Lotta then seeks to find a way to possess her as the man he once was.

Rich and successful and under the watchful eye of his dominant mother, Ian King is in love with the beautiful and talented artist Lotta—a girl deemed totally unsuitable for him. When he takes her to meet his critical mother, he is unprepared for the skeletons in his family closet.

Can Lotta find the love she needs? And will it be with the gentle Ian or the passionate waif, Edris?

SEDUCED BY A WAIF

WILLOW WEST

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SEDUCED BY A WAIF

Copyright © January 2014 Willow West

ISBN: 978-1-910397-51-0

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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No part of this literary work may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Dedication

Finding the time to write, for me, is a daily juggling act. I would like to dedicate this book to my patient and supportive family who are allowing me time to live my dream. I love you.

The waif from the French meaning ‘stray beast’ or one who has been removed by helpless circumstances from its original surroundings.

Prologue

The form that was not even quite a form floated over the unfamiliar skyline.

When had these giant concrete and glass structures appeared, and when had the peace of nature been violated with the roar of mechanical engines and so many people?

Flickering just outside human perception, the entity hovered like a flash of light in the far corner of vision. Here it had dwelt for eons, just outside reality, yet never quite removed from it. It knew it had been human once. There was a certainty that swirled like energy deep within its formless being. Like a will-o’-the-wisp, it moved from place to place, time having no meaning to its existence, yet knowing that something lay in wait; that it had a purpose; a fate that would reveal itself in the fullness of time.

The waif, for that is what the formless being was, stirred. It darted this way and that, the knowledge that its time was drawing near. A faint drumming began to fill it, pulling it faster and faster toward the concrete jungle.

It tried to resist; to pull back to the safety of oblivion but the beat grew stronger, calling to it, reaching out to snare it and entice it. The pulse was hypnotic. It called his name—a name long forgotten in the recesses of time.

"Edris."

The beat spelled out his name.

"Edris."

Then it found her. Through the misty morning, it heard the sound growing louder. Drawn by a pulse; a beat that pounded in it until it moved closer to the source to gain sanctuary from the relentless rhythm.

She lay on the bed, spread out and naked like a perfect Venus. Her creamy skin glowed in the early rays of the day. The beat intensified as she moaned and arched; a dream that caused her heart to race; caused her arousal to infiltrate the room. The air pulsed with her desire, racing out to fill the waif with its powerful intensity.

Curious, it hovered over her. Watched as she smiled and ran her hands over her curves, cupping her own breasts and writhing