Mistress C

By R. Hilary Adcock

Michael Mckaleb isn't just an ordinary man. His life takes a sensual and supernatural turn when he encounters two ethereal female spirits. Through their seductive allure, they draw him into a whirlwind of misadventures both on land and water. Michael soon realizes he is the chosen one, destined to enact the revenge and retribution they seek. However, in this intricate dance with the supernatural, he also uncovers profound love and liberation that challenges the very essence of human boundaries. Immerse yourself in this tantalizing tale, deeply rooted in the author's personal travel and sailing adventures, marrying reality with fiction to produce relatable characters and a compelling narrative.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Hilary Adcock
• Release date: Nov 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9781962155519

R. Hilary Adcock

Author R. Hilary Adcock is a retired individual who has enjoyed a diverse range of experiences in his life. With a background in architecture and forensic construction expertise, he has also pursued a passion for aviation, sailing, and exploring different parts of the world. Having traveled in Europe, North America, South America, North Africa, Canada, and Alaska, he has sailed across the west coast of the USA and Mexico, the Sea of Cortez, and the Caribbean. Now residing in the White Mountains of Arizona, he has turned his focus to writing.

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MISTRESS C

Passions and Cravings

on

Land and Sea

R. Hilary Adcock

Copyright © 2023 R. Hilary Adcock

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2023921219

ISBN: 978-1-962155-53-3

Part One

MICHAEL, WILLOW

AND

BRANDY

Preface

This is the unique, and peculiar story of an adventurous man in his early forties. He is not particularly tall, or particularly handsome, just an average soul, who is living anything but an average life. If you spot him in a crowd, it is because of the white linen shirts he wears, that contrast against his ruddy, tan complexion, and sun-bleached hair. The white shirts and tan cargo shorts define his trim physique and five-foot-ten-inch stature. Years of sailing, contrasted by his life in the mountains, have sculpted his body and soul into the man he has become. He believed he was meant to be a solitary man. Two failed marriages, and untold attempts to find a mate, had brought him to that conclusion.

He is about to be drawn into an ethereal world of relationships, intimacy, and misadventures he could never have imagined. We find him in the forest, high in the Sierra Nevada mountains.

I give you the man

CHAPTER 1

Cabin in the Sierra Nevada mountains

His name is Michael McKaleb. It was dusk, and he was sitting on a stump next to the fire-ring, a few yards from his cabin. The clear mountain air, and the crisp breeze, carried the scents of the forest. The sounds of the crackling fire, crickets, and the breeze rustling the trees, added intimacy to the evening. The sun was setting and cooling the temperature. He pulled up the hood of his black sweatshirt, and held his hands closer to the fire, enjoying the glowing warmth on his hands and face.Introspective thoughts floated through his mind.

I’m happy with my life, but sometimes, I feel like something is missing. It seems to me that humans are created for hopes, dreams, and cravings, at least that’s how I see it. My cravings are split between the mountains and the sea. Those are the places I go to clear my head and connect with my soul. The mountains are peaceful therapy. And the sea - the sea is wild adventure.

​The sound of footsteps crushing twigs, and fallen leaves behind him, caught his attention. It only took a second to grab the shotgun laying at his feet. He turned and peered into the shadows of the forest, expecting to see an elk or a bear, instead, there was a young woman. She was dressed in brown hiking shorts, a dark green long-sleeve shirt, and boots. Her slouchy hat prevented him from seeing her face.

She stopped and called out, Please don’t shoot!

He lowered the shotgun, and stood facing her with his back to the fire, and said, This is private property, you know.

She looked at him and pleaded, Can you help me, please?

He stepped away from the fire and moved close enough to see her. As his eyes scanned her, he thought, "Trim with great legs, tan, and athletic in a female way."

When she pulled off her hat, and shook her head, wavey blond hair fell to her shoulders. In a move that captured his attention, she pulled her shoulders back, and released the straps of her backpack. He struggled to keep his eyes on hers, as the buttons on her shirt strained to hold it closed. The sound of her backpack landing on the ground at her feet, snapped him out of the visual, spellbinding effect she had on him.

When she spoke, her voice was strangely familiar, but they had never met. Please forgive me. I am exhausted and cold. I crave your fire. May I?

There was no way he could turn down her request. The odds of a beautiful ‘nature girl,’ walking into his life, were zero until then. He smiled and said, Help yourself.

She picked up the backpack and walked to the fire. An unexpected feeling of warmth, and a tingling sensation, went through his body as she passed by. It was like a ‘siren call,’ drawing him to her and the fire.

When he sat next to her, she leaned close to the fire, and held her hands out toward the flames. The words she spoke were filled with sensual energy that radiated toward him. Thank you. I am filled with fire.

The words seemed strange, and he was unsure of what she meant, until she stood to face him. The glow of the fire revealed her perfect figure, and a smile filled with desire. He was speechless, but she was not.

She held out her arms, cocked her head to one side, and said, Let me thank you for helping me.

It seemed too good to be true. He walked the few steps it took to be within reach, and said, This is a little strange.

She stepped closer and lowered her arms, No, it’s not strange. It’s you, me, and fire.

This was a first, and he was nervously suspicious, Look honey, I think we ....

She stepped forward, pressed her full body against his, and wrapped her arms around his waist. There was a sweet scent of pine in her hair, and heat radiating from her legs, body, and arms, all pressed firmly against him. The heat was greater than he expected from human contact.

During the embrace, he whispered, My god, you are filled with fire.

CHAPTER 2

Cabin in the Sierra Nevada mountains

Some would call it ‘the morning after,’ but that is not how Michael felt. Last night, something happened that he could not explain, or expect anyone to believe. Lying on the floor in front of the fireplace, with its fading embers, and the ‘nature girl’ curled up against him, was dreamlike. Having her walk into his life was more than a random event, or dumb luck, and much more than being in the right place at the right time. The night with her, was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

He was thinking, "I don’t remember much about last night, but I’m pretty sure we had sex, or something."

‘Nature girl’ sat up, turned to face him, and responded to his thought, We did!

​The shock of believing she had heard his thoughts was evident in the tone in his words, You heard that?

​Her answer added to the mystery of her being there, Yes, I hear your thoughts, and yes we did.

​We did what? he asked.

​She placed her hand on his thigh as she answered, We did what you said. We craved fire. It was beautiful.

He had not said it, but only thought it, yet she heard his thoughts. He was filled with questions, and his body was relaxed and spent, like good sex will do.

​She scooted a few feet away, sat on the floor facing him with her legs crossed and her hands on her knees, like a yoga position. Her eyes locked onto his and she said, I am Willow.

​There was a pause before he could answer, Oh, my name is Mike.

​I know. Nice to meet you, Michael McKaleb.

​He was thinking, "I haven’t used the name Michael since I was a kid. How could she know that?"

She heard his thoughts again, My angel knows everything.

When he thought, "I wonder if the angel knows we were intimate last night?" she smiled and answered, Yes.

​It took a while to recover from having his thoughts heard. To ease the strangeness of it he moved into verbal conversation, and stammered, But we’re still wearing the clothes from last night?

​She cocked her head to one side as she spoke. We craved fire.

​While he was pondering the ‘craved fire,’ he noticed a morning sunbeam shine through the window and directly onto her. When the light touched her, he could see ‘through’ her to the kitchen. What he saw caused him to jump up and move away.

​She stood and sat on the hearth. Don’t be afraid. I am as real as you allow me to be. Last night, our souls united as one. It has little to do with the physical body or clothes. It is of our souls.

​He thought, "So she’s a figment of my imagination? Well, that sucks."

She responded, Michael, I am very real, even more than humans. Humans are mortal bodies with immortal souls. I am immortal, I am ‘Quantum’.

Immortal and Quantum? I don’t understand any of this.

She moved closer, and took his hands into hers. She felt real, and the texture of her warm skin seemed human.  How can this be? he was thinking.

She answered the unspoken words, I will help you understand how this can be. When the unscheduled happens, the immortal soul does not leave the Earth, and the body becomes Quantum. That is why I hear your thoughts.

My god! You’re a ghost, or a zombie.

"No silly,