Heat Stroke: Cool Pool, Ebook, Available now from Changeling Press Everyone loves her parents' pool under the Mediterranean sun. And Emma soon discovers why. Something more than water lives there, distributing happiness while he looks for a way home. When Emma succumbs to a little physical happiness of her own, she has no idea how it will affect her own future, or that of her watery lover...

Reviews:

"Marie Treanor weaves an interesting fantasy that seems to be just what the doctor may have ordered for curing the blues. A reader will have to smile as the soothing water becomes a sexual encounter... This is one of those books that's just pure fun to read. The characterizations and dialogue between the two are sweet and romantic...  Ms. Treanor definitely shows her craftsmanship and a sense of humor..." - 5 stars, Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio.

"I highly enjoyed this erotic short-story. In far less pages than some of the more acclaimed paranormal novels, Treanor manages to create a fun, likable hero and matching heroine — and write a highly hot result of their meeting...

"I loved the characters and the very original idea the author had for this short. I would love to see a sequel tale — and I think there’s enough substance that the concept could lend itself well to a novella or perhaps even novel, with the right foil. So worth a download!" - 4.5 tomb stones, Jennifer, Bitten by Books.
 

Excerpts:

     The water lapping at my breasts might have been hands, fingers spread, cupping them, teasing my nipples as the storm built between my legs.
     Oh yes, I was going to come, and it was going to be so hot…
     “Fuck!” I jerked my body upright, splashed over to the side in an ungainly hurry and sit dripping and trembling on the side of the pool. Between my thighs, an agony of desire clamoured for satisfaction.
     What the hell was going on? Was I so frustrated that I had to imagine… What the hell had I imagined?
I stared at the pool. I must have fallen asleep, dreaming -- inspired by the foolish ecstasy on the wrinklies’ faces as they swam. No wonder I was frustrated. After Terry, I would never trust any man enough to screw him. I was doomed to a life of celibacy and erotic dreams.
     The pool did have some very odd ripples. There was no breeze -- I had no idea where the water’s movement came from. But it looked so pretty, two sets of waves coming together and rising.
     I blinked. The upward splash seemed to have frozen in the air -- except that it moved, constantly, changing shape before my eyes into a shaft, into a neck and shoulders, with a head above.
     My mouth fell open. I shook my head, blinked several times, but the creature kept growing, totally transparent like sculpted, sparkling water. It even had a fine, broad chest, long, shaggy hair, a perfect man from the waist up. Except that he was made of water.
     And below the water…
     Jesus. This bloody scary weirdness was happening in front of me and I was looking for his schlong?
     The water man had beautiful features -- long, fine nose; full, sculpted lips; broad jawline; clear, arched eyebrows etched on his handsome face.
     And he was gazing at me, curiously. “You do not accept my pleasure?”
     I was still dreaming, that was it… “I like to be asked.”
     He smiled. “Come back in. Let me comfort your pain with love.”
     “With sex,” I corrected dryly. “In my experience, sex never supplied any comfort whatsoever. Hell, it wasn’t even much fun.”
     Stuff Terry. I was through even thinking about him.
     “With me, it’s fun...”

 

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