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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Tantric Fate

ISBN 9781419920240

Edited by Helen Woodall

Cover art by Syneca

Electronic book Publication July 2009

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T ANTRIC F ATE

Alexis Canto

Chapter One

Lise sat in silent meditation at a small Zen center in the mountains a few miles from

her hometown. At least she was supposed to be meditating. She couldn’t keep her mind

quiet the way she intended. Thoughts of her ex-lover Marcus intruded until finally she

gave up on focusing on her breath and let the thoughts have free rein.

In her imagination she felt him taking her hot, erect nipple into his mouth, licking it

gently and sucking it hard. She could almost feel his hands on her thighs and the hard,

smooth head of his cock slipping over her wet, engorged clit and then pushing its way

into her soft, ready slit.

A muffled sneeze from one of the other attendees meditating in the Zen center

snapped Lise’s attention back to reality. Although she hadn’t moved from her cross-

legged position on a cushion in the sparsely decorated room, everything about her body

had changed. Her pussy was damp. Her nipples were stiff peaks.

And her heart was sore from missing Marcus.

Lise and Marcus had dated for more than a year. He hadn’t always been available

to her, often going to upstate New York to train. Then one day he’d closed his studio

and moved east to teach at the main Shadow Tantra location in New York. She hadn’t

seen him or heard from him until he showed up unannounced one day ten years after

their last meeting. And then he’d disappeared again, sending her a cold email that

hadn’t explained anything.

She had no idea why she was still thinking about him at all. She deserved better.

She couldn’t shake the feeling of darkness that had come over her when he emailed

her a couple of weeks after their recent steamy encounter, one that had given her hope

that he might be back in her life to stay. I can’t see you again , the message had read.

There was no salutation. Just those chilly words. Good luck with everything, Lise. Marcus.

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Crisp air blew in through the center’s open door. She’d deliberately chosen a

cushion near the entrance so she could be closer to the cold, clear brightness of the

outdoors. Being chilled would make her feel more alive and make it easier to focus on

her meditation practice instead of the man she loved but would never see again. Or so

she’d hoped. Obviously, it wasn’t working. Her body still felt hot.

Instead of feeling her thoughts holding steady on the concept of inner peace, she

saw an unwavering mental image of Marcus’ tattoo. It was perfectly clear in her

memory. The snake wound up his left arm in dark ink. The skillful likeness of a

dangerous snake put the clumsy imagery of most tattoos to shame. And once, in the

dark, she’d thought she’d seen the snake move with a life of its own.

When the Zen center’s chime sounded to indicate the end of the meditation, she

stood up and found she was unsteady on her feet. She was in a state of full-blown

arousal from thinking about Marcus. How could she feel so alive and yet so lonely?

She bowed at the doorway as was customary. When she lifted her head and

stepped outside, she saw a familiar figure standing on the bright cedar boards of the

meditation center’s porch. Her breath left her and she felt as winded as if she’d been

punched in the stomach. It was Marcus.

He wore a long coat with the collar raised against the late afternoon chill. The dry

wind whipped his dark reddish-brown hair around his face but otherwise he stood as

still as a pine tree.

Her body reacted instantly and she tingled with desire from head to toe.

He couldn’t have come to see her. Not after the note he’d sent. This must be some

kind of coincidence.

And she didn’t know if she could stand it.

She opened her mouth to speak and left her lips parted. No words came out. Behind

him in the distance the mountains stood tall, cold and forbidding. Lise felt like a lost

soul wandering their bare, rocky faces instead of standing here in safety. Strange how

Marcus’ familiarity made her feel so alone.

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