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INTERLUDE Now available in Print!
ISBN: 9781419907616 A borrowed cottage, an ancient magic spring, wild erotic dreams and the mysterious Dai Hughes all lure Alex to the wildest side of wild Wales.
Alex stood, stretched and thought wistfully of the whirlpool at her gym the other side of the Atlantic. Except... Didn't she have her own, personal, heated, natural spa? Surely Morgaine le Fay wouldn't grudge a hardworking woman a dip in her pool? Gathering up a stack of Aunt Maria's generously sized bath towels, and grabbing the broom to test the depth for safety, Alex went down to the basement, unlocked the old door and stepped into the cave. A cautious test with the broom handle around the sides of the pool showed that the first three feet or so weren't bottomless. Dropping the towels on the rocks, Alex stripped off, stepped in up to her chest and let the warm water flow around her as she moved cautiously away from the edge. A careful walk across showed the deepest part was up to her armpits and the bottom of the pool was surprisingly smooth. She floated on her back, looking up at the curved rock roof overhead, then rolled over to let the warm water caress her breasts. A few gentle kicks and her pussy felt the benefit too. This was the life! No wonder Aunt Maria was always so laid back and easy going. A couple of easy strokes brought Alex to the end of the pool, just under the cascade. Testing the depth, she found it was deeper here, but treading water, as the warm water poured over her head and the swirling water flowed over her entire body, was sheer and utter bliss. Noticing a wide ledge under the waterfall, she pulled herself out of the pool and perched on the smooth slab of rock. Sitting here, she felt the force of the water pour over her naked body, Alex closed her eyes and turning her face to the cascade, leaned back against the rock wall. No wonder people once traveled for miles to bathe here. Bless Aunt Maria for sharing. Holding her breasts up to catch the full force of the water and spreading the legs so the water ran between them, Alex vowed to make this sybaritic pleasure a daily ritual. She sat there until her hands and feet wrinkled like prunes, slipped back into the water for one last dip and swam the two or three strokes necessary to reach the far side and climb out. Wrapping one towel around like a sarong, Alex gathered up her shoes and clothes and locked the door behind her. The kitchen was warmed by the stove. She'd dry off there and indulge in a glass of elderberry wine. She'd skipped lunch so wine and a chunk of cheese would go down nicely. Emerging from the cellar, she left her clothes in a pile at the top of the stairs and crossed to fridge. She was reaching in for the bottle and the cheese, when the door of the cottage opened. "Ever heard of knocking?" she snapped as she turned and saw Dai standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here?" Damn the man, he grinned. "The door was open," he said. "I have your ticket for the Eisteddfod." He crossed the room and put a slip of blue paper on the table. "You'll be sitting with my family. They want to meet you." Damn that smile again. "As are half the town. Some of the old biddies are downright perturbed that I've already seen you and they missed your arrival." He was seeing far too much! Alex hitched the towel tighter and he had the nerve to take three steps closer. And eye her appreciatively. "Nice outfit." His breath was warm on her face and damn him, she was getting warm everywhere else. His arm moved. She stepped back, against the cold metal of the fridge door. "Wear only a towel often, do you?" She was not putting up with this, no matter now sexy, bedworthy and luscious he was! "Only when I've been enjoying my personal warm springs and am not expecting intruders." She fancied he hadn't even processed the last bit. "You've been bathing in Morgaine's spring?" He made it sound illegal. Hadn't he clearly told her people used to come from far and wide to dip in the pool? The smile on his wide mouth became positively lupine. Cold goose bumps skipped down her spine. She was alone, the next best thing to naked with a man who was definitely interested. She would not look down but she could make a educated guess as to his state below the waist. Alex edged sideways, shut the fridge door with a satisfying thud and took a step nearer the sink. If she was fast enough, and had to, she could make a dash for the butcher knives. "Yes, I have," she replied. And why shouldn't she? He didn't move but his eyes gleamed with interest...and mischief. Male mischief. "I never told you precisely why people came to bathe in the springs, did I?" She couldn't help it. "Why?" The chuckle was the sort to curl any woman's toes. Even one long cold and dead and six feet down in the rocky ground. "It was said it restored potency, stirred sexual desire and made one irresistible to the opposite sex." Oh! Please! Spare the subtleties! "It's great for washing hair too."
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