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  Coming In Hot: Rescue Me

  A Limited Edition Paranormal & Contemporary Medical Romance Collection

  Featuring *brand new & exclusive* books from NY Times and USA Today bestselling authors, we're Coming In Hot, again!

  More of the sizzling medical romance stories you love: doctors, nurses, firemen, shifters, werewolves, witches, and paramedics turn up the heat in this paranormal and contemporary medical romance collection.

  Coming In Hot: Rescue Me

  A Limited Edition Paranormal & Contemporary Medical Romance Collection

  First Edition April 2018

  ISBN: 978-1-77357-022-8

  Published by Naughty Nights Press, LLC

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  Copyright © Naughty Nights Press 2017:

  Gina Kincade, Ditter Kellen, Liz Crowe,

  Holly Cortelyou, Amy Lee Burgess,

  Elianne Adams, Linda O'Connor, Lashell Collins,

  Liz Gavin, Lucy Felthouse, Erzabet Bishop,

  Elvira Bathory, Angelica Dawson,

  Kathleen Grieve, Red L. Jameson,

  Muffy Wilson

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  Table of Contents

  Note To Our Amazing Readers

  The Butterfly Healer by Muffy Wilson

  Bad Medicine by Red L. Jameson

  Chicks Dig Scars by Kathleen Grieve

  Dynamic Destiny by Angelica Dawson

  Paranormal Anatomy By Elvira Bathory

  Bound in Fire By Erzabet Bishop

  A Werewolf State of Mind By Lucy Felthouse

  Damaged by Liz Gavin

  Before Tomorrow Comes by Lashell Collins

  Behind the Bench by Linda O'Connor

  Burn Hard by Elianne Adams

  Cabin Fever by Amy Lee Burgess

  Tempting Doctor Forever By Holly Cortelyou

  It’s Not You by Liz Crowe

  Bayou Heat by Ditter Kellen

  Accidentally Forever by Gina Kincade

  About the Publisher

  Coming In Hot:

  Rescue Me

  A Limited Edition Paranormal & Contemporary Medical Romance Collection

  Naughty Nights Press ● Canada

  Note To Our Amazing Readers

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  USA Today Bestselling Author Gina Kincade

  The Butterfly Healer by Muffy Wilson

  USA Today Bestselling Author

  PROVOCATIVE ROMANCE

  The Butterfly Healer

  © Copyright 2018 Muffy Wilson

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to all those care givers and healers who devote their lives to the

  well-being of others. They extend their lives, make them comfortable—change, enrich, prolong, improve, and prepare them for love.

  Doesn’t love make life worth the living?

  Acknowledgements

  Editor

  John Hudspith

  Cover Design

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

  www.bookcoverbydesign.com.uk

  All cover art and logo Copyright ©2018 by Muffy Wilson

  Can strangers hide in secret, as dark things, to be loved between the shadow and the soul?

  Oliver Brainard, an insurance actuary, is a man who has experienced love from only one woman—his mother. He has never loved, nor lived, outside the confines of his brownstone. He, as a middle-aged man, is the man few people see and fewer people even acknowledge. He is the quiet one who, bound by his deformity, always finishes last.

  New to the neighborhood and curious by nature, Victoria Blakely is an avid collector. She has been watching Oliver for weeks from her upstairs window. She witnessed a crippled man, crushed by time and denial, resigned to his physical plight who is apparently content with his circumstances. Never touched by kind
ness or love, his life has never been lived.

  He is perfect. Can Victoria awaken the freedom in Oliver to escape his self-imposed shackles for the bondage of love? Or will his painful fear deny her the pleasures of unfurling his life poised above the precipice of pleasure?

  This is the story of how strangers become healers, knitting lives together with love and trust, restoring hope and discovering passion through a timeless and sometimes perilous innocent freedom—the freedom of butterflies.

  Dangerous Bliss!

  Chapter One

  Victoria’s Dangerous Bliss

  He was perfect.

  She knew he had no idea her eyes followed him. How was he to know that for the past year she stood at the upstairs window and watched him as he walked home from the bus stop every day? He was not to know. She did not want him to know. His limp, more noticeable than usual, was exaggerated because he used his umbrella as it was meant to be used in the rain and not as a walking stick, enhancing his new swagger. He did not hurry, in spite of the rain. There was no longer a need. He was alone on the street and unburdened by a fear more crippling than his deformity. He put the boisterous, taunting gangs of prepubescent bullies that dotted the streets during his normal schedule in their place last year. In any event, today the rain forced the little terrorists off the streets and he walked home in peace.

  Victoria reminisced as she watched him from the upstairs window of her suite. He had an obvious practiced steadiness in his walk through the rain. His foot could not be trusted to bear his weight without his cane or umbrella so he walked gingerly. She remembered the first time she saw him more than a year ago.

  She found him attractive, although a little on the short side. He was clean-shaven with a cleft in his chin. He was not handsome, but had a nice face, pleasant to look at but one you would never remember in a lineup. He blended with the wallpaper in his non-descript presence. He was soft spoken and polite; nothing about him was offensive or blatant. In fact, he was just an average person in a nice suit and imported handmade shoes. He reminded her of her half-brother, Joe.

  Victoria met Joe when her father remarried after her mother’s death from breast cancer. She was eight. Moreover, Victoria was crushed from the devastating loss of her mother. Joe was six years older than Victoria and suffered from juvenile muscular dystrophy. He was angry and resentful with his condition as it continued to degenerate throughout Victoria’s formative years and before she left for college. He died in his late twenties shortly after she graduated from Wharton. He lingered longer than expected with this aggressive progression. Because he stole her childhood, she did not mourn his death. She hated him and the fascination he engendered in her for men unable to fully develop their potential. She thought of them as little caterpillars, their growth and development arrested for some reason.

  He molested her the first time as she slept. When she woke with a start, he explained she was crying out in her sleep and he only tried to comfort what he thought was her nightmare. That was her introduction to sex, men, control, and her own curiosity with challenged men—men that, for whatever reason, either physically or mentally, were stinted in their growth into manhood. For years, she had been adding to her collection of broken men. She added Oliver last year.

  She thought him perfect for her collection and Oliver turned out to be one of her best acquisitions. He was shy and difficult at first but then eager, willing, easily introduced to the dark influences that formed her appetites. Admittedly, Victoria spent the most time with Oliver’s education and cultivation. It proved worth the investment of her time—he was an excellent student. She almost loved him. She did love what he meant to her.

  It was her pleasure to give the men bliss but at her pace and liking. She allowed them to participate on a periphery level, if that was possible... Initially, she allowed them to select the two items that they might want to use during a physical encounter with her. They did not know how these items would be used, but they knew they would be applied somehow. And they were willing to do, say, eat or comply with any request Victoria might make to find out. Their excitement was generally almost childish but soon they were stripped of that wide-eyed innocence.

  To be amongst the chosen in Victoria’s life, one had to be willing to risk everything, risk it all to the bones of humiliation. Victoria’s charges are not to think for themselves, nor eat or drink when they want. Their life and satisfactions come from Victoria and Victoria alone. Their very existence relies in total upon Victoria’s every desire and whim—however, Victoria takes the development of her charges very seriously because she knows their life depends upon her success.

  They must come to realize that every need they have or desire must be met by Victoria. In addition, they will come to believe that their own hearts beat because of her and their lungs fill with air because she wills it so. If they eat, it is because she provides them food and if they drink, it is because she provides them water. They will give themselves over to her willingly with no promises or guarantees of anything, including safety. And there is something specific for that.

  There is always the safe word.

  Only once in her life has any of her protégés ever used the safe word, so eager were they to please her and experience everything about her. When she took them in whole, devoured their manhood, stripped them of their defenses, rattled their confidence, and flattened their attitude, that is when they’re at their most vulnerable. That is when Victoria loved them—when they loved her as children, needing everything about her. That is when she nurtured them, building a cocoon of love and security around them. They could do whatever they wanted, try anything they desired, as long as they asked permission and acted appropriately.

  That is when Victoria flourished. She had control over her body, the bodies of the crippled men she chose to nurture and change. It is safe to say, that is when Victoria took control of her childhood, the childhood that betrayed her at her most vulnerable.

  That is when the bonds of trust created the freedom of butterflies to emerge safely from their self-imposed cocoons and to soar. And soar she did, too, as much as did the men she loved and sculpted.

  And it is here at the window, a mere year ago, that she spotted Oliver shuffling home from the bus stop, head hung low, children surrounding him and bullying him mercilessly. It was then that Victoria took about meeting him. She knew she could help him.

  And, in the end, he could help her.

  It was Victoria’s dangerous bliss!

  Chapter Two

  The Good Neighbor

  He had no idea her eyes followed him. How was he to know that she stood at the upstairs window and watched him as he walked home from the bus stop every day since she moved into the house? His limp, more noticeable than usual today, was exaggerated because he used his umbrella as it was meant to be used in the rain and not as a walking stick. At the moment, he did not hurry, in spite of the rain. There was no need. He was alone on the street and unburdened by a fear more crippling than his deformity. He was relieved that the boisterous, taunting gangs of prepubescent bullies that dotted the streets during his normal schedule were forced off the streets and home early because of the rain.

  It wasn’t that late, but the sun had set leaving a darkened opening for the rain clouds to circle and set in. It seemed early, but it was that time of the year when the sun casts a slow vibrant red glow over the darkening horizon and it was easy to lose track of the time. The street lights came on and the playing children would normally take this signal as the time to go home. But, today the bus rounded the corner in the early slated gray evening during the beginnings of a winter rain and there were no children playing on the street. He took his black umbrella from his shabby briefcase and prepared to walk the two blocks to his home. Slogging through the rain, Oliver Brainard was grateful that today, at least, the children would not circle him and make fun of his wretched life and unmistakable limp.

  He thought that once he became an adult, he would never have to de
al with playground bullies again. But, he discovered long into his years that that was not going to be true—not for him. There will always be an endless supply of children, of varying ages, and some will always be bullies. It was his lot in life, he accepted. Most days he tried to ignore them; they were, after all, only children. He moved as quickly as possible down the uneven sidewalk to the welcome arch of his oak front door and the cold lonely odor of emptiness that hung in the air to greet him as he stepped inside. It was always the same. But he was safe for another day.

  Oliver had grown accustomed to the sameness; it had become a comfort. It was his comfort, along with a snifter of cognac and a TV dinner. It really wasn’t so bad. Oliver lived a life of routine and predictability that he enjoyed, for the most part. He was an actuary for a large insurance firm and precision, and perfection, was his life. He prided himself upon his attention to detail, even if others never really noticed.

  He approached the brownstone. The expansive stairs, framed by an ornate hand-crafted wrought iron rail tooled in 1830, looked particularly challenging behind the gray sheet of daunting rain. In contrast, the double-arched hand-carved oak door looked welcoming and protective—incentive for him to attempt the assent. He reached for the cast iron handle and produced his key, which he always had at the ready to escape the tiresome children. The house had been his refuge from the time he was a boy and this door represented his sanctuary from the cruel judgmental world outside. He sighed when he entered the foyer. He always sighed.