Emerald Envisage: An Anthology
Emerald Envisage is a print anthology comprised of short erotic fiction by eXtasy books writers. The general theme is ‘green’ and the book is now available.
The story I’ve written for this anthology is called Phantom Persuasion and definitely has green elements. The handsome Hero, Justin, has deep green eyes, loves gardening and lives in the lush 
outskirts of Dublin. He suffers from a curse inflicted by a medieval witch that permits him to experience physical pleasure only in women’s dreams. To break the curse, he must find a woman with like interests who believes his actual existence.
He engages the lovely Heroine, Brigit, in a puzzling trail of letters before seducing her in her dreams. Although bothered by the letters, Brigit enjoys her nightly visits with the phantom lover. But dreams like this never come true…
Does Justin convince her that he is real? Will she believe enough to break the curse?
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Excerpt
Gritting her teeth, she snapped the book shut and stared at the mysterious envelope. Why did it distract her so much? Was this going to become a nuisance? And why did the messenger insist she not tell anyone about the letter? As if he—or she could read the response anyway.
As she slid the letter toward her, she muttered under her breath, “Silly, silly, Brigit.” She suppressed a mocking laugh as her fingers twirled a lock of her hair. Of course she’d done meaningful things. Last year, she had gone on a donation spree, supporting both local and international charities and volunteering to wrap gifts for a children’s Christmas project. She wrote this on the parchment. She had also fostered about three cats and two exotic birds since she’d moved into this apartment.
As requested, the letter joined the first one in her dresser. Before retiring for the night, she rang Fiona to find out how her night had gone. Fiona, as usual, did most of the talking, which suited Brigit since she was still perturbed by the letter. Fiona had met a pleasant guy who was a friend of a friend and exchanged numbers. She sounded excited and made Brigit promise to meet him next weekend.
“Now that’s what normal young women do,” Brigit remarked once she’d ended the phone call. “They don’t sit around on the weekend answering bizarre, anonymous letters that no one will ever read.”
