Flame of Hunger

By Muffy Wilson

Riley Parker never expected to be swept off her feet and into the bed of a one-night stand.

But, she was.

Keenan Basarich had sung to millions of people, women of all ages, and admiring men too. But he never thought in a symphony hall filled with hundreds that only one woman would matter.

But she did.

And tonight, the electric current that tethered them together ignited a smoldering flame of hunger that built until it erupted in waves of billowing sensual explosions.

Their night would leave them wanting more, needing more, trying to extinguish the burning desire that would yield to neither of them as their hunger grew.

Would their desire be all consuming? Could they survive a night of unbridled passion?

Would they even want to survive without the other?

They would never know unless they balanced on the precipice, the abyss, and fell with total abandon into one another's arms and the steamy night that awaited them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Muffy Wilson Books
• Release date: Feb 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386859406

Muffy Wilson

Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. Her father was a career officer 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. She now lives 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 writing sexy and sensual Literotica for several publishing firms ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

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Dedication

I would like to dedicate this book to all my friends, fans and family that continue to support my work, from beginning to end, who have tirelessly encouraged me even in my darkest hours of self-doubt.

One of the very first people to tirelessly support me in writing groups, by reading my work, writing reviews,

by promoting my work and, lastly, by being my dearest friend was

Michael T. Jordan

Would that dreams and wishes could come true,

None of us would be missing you.

RIP

3 May 1948 – 23 Mar 2017

Devoted Husband, Brother, Loyal Friend

Writer Pablo Michaels

Gardner

Democrat

Environmentalist

Democrat

Dedicated Volunteer

Democrat

Artist

Democrat

Equal Rights Proponent

Democrat

Acknowledgements

Edited by John Hudspith ~ http://www.johnhudspith.co.uk/

Cover Art and Design by Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design

http://www.bookcoverbydesign.com.uk

Cover Photography by Dave Kelley Artistics https://www.facebook.com/DKArtistics

Model: Kallista Marie https://www.facebook.com/kallistaamarie

All cover art and logo copyright © 2019 by Muffy Wilson

PUBLISHER: Muffy Wilson Books

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Blurb

Riley Parker never expected to be swept off her feet and into the bed of a one-night stand.

But, she was.

Keenan Basarich had sung to millions of people, women of all ages, and admiring men too. But he never thought in a symphony hall filled with hundreds that only one woman would matter.

But she did.

And tonight, the electric current that tethered them together ignited a smoldering flame of hunger that built until it erupted in waves of billowing sensual explosions.

Their night would leave them wanting more, needing more, trying to extinguish the burning desire that would yield to neither of them as their hunger grew.

Would their desire be all consuming? Could they survive a night of unbridled passion?

Would they even want to survive without the other?

They would never know unless they balanced on the precipice, the abyss, and fell with total abandon into one another’s arms and the steamy night that awaited them.

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The Flame of Hunger

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Riley Parker was focused on a dream.

Her dream.

She hadn’t a care in the world for any one-person other than herself in the fall of 2007. Her success and her goals within reach, she oozed a vitality, an energy, a robust lust for life and raw sex appeal unconsciously. It radiated from her pores.

She was a walking sex magnet, fuckably fuck-a-licious.

Raised in privilege as an only child, she had worked hard nonetheless, sometimes holding down two jobs, to get her under-graduate degree. It seemed unbelievable to her friends that a girl of such small stature would have such lofty dreams, but she surprised them all with her tenacity and perseverance. All she ever wanted was to pursue her artistic interests and earn a living as a designer. Where that took her, she was unsure, but she loved design, fabrics and furniture.

It was the texture of life.

It seemed simple to her so she never saw anything as insurmountable or unattainable.

All she ever wanted was now within her grasp.

She was more invigorated than ever before.

She was radiant.

Her style, demeanor, the way she moved, glided no floated through a room was delectably fuck-a-luscious.

It was opening night of the San Francisco Symphony. That was when she first saw him. She never planned nor expected to be swept away. That’s rare.

Rare for her.

Rare for anybody.

When the air is thick with excitement and anticipation, it ignites a charge within and you are on alert for the something to happen while not knowing what that something, that it is at the time. The orchestra warmed up in a disconnected, faltering collection of notes, strings and horns as the wealthy patrons filed into the theatre and settled.

Their movement, the collision of bodies, moving to their seats in unison, created a low throaty like rumble in the hall.

A near silent roar, thunderous quiet pulse.

It was exhilarating.

One could feel the hall awakening and coming to life, moving, stretching, yawning, warming up to the occupants.

It was alive.

Riley felt alive.

She wore a flowing yet form fitted white spaghetti strapped gown with a backline that dropped to the small curve of her back above the dimples of the well-rounded cheeks of her ass. Riley felt so sensuous, so sexy and imagined what others saw when they looked at her which made her feel even more visible, exposed with a naked heightened sense of arousal.