My Monday Guest – Muffy Wilson – talks about her new release “Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences

My new book was released June 11th by Yellow Silk Dreams Publishing in ebook and in print. The reviews are have been rolling in and I am humbled. I am so glad it is being met with such a warm reception. Thank you so much. 

Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences Is the story about a young woman who meets a young, rising black opera star post-symphony at an elegant reception held in one of the symphony benefactors mansions in San Francisco.



A greeting, a touch, a shared breath. Their worlds collide and ignite in an erotic explosion of volcanic proportions that neither could resist. How about a bit of a blurb and a tasty teaser? 



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Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences

by

Muffy Wilson@SexyMuffyWilson

Yellow Silk Dreams Publishing
Cover Artist Kellie Dennis
Book Cover by Design 
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THAT night…

SHE wore a flowing, form fitted white spaghetti strapped

gown that cascaded in tumbled silken folds to her abdomen and revealed her

breath in the soft rise of her alabaster breasts. Her eyes reflected an emerald

depth with gold flecks that edged to hazel and were framed by neat, arched

brows that narrowed to her temples where her heartbeat announced the rhythm of

her life. Her only adornment was a starkly white gardenia nestled in the curves

of her auburn. The heavy floral fragrance of the corsage announced her arrival

as she glided elegantly to her aisle and settled, like a dove, into her center

seat. She was alone…but not for long.

Would she regret her indulgence?

HE was a towering, self-assured giant of a black man, chest

broad and arms outstretched in opulent black leather. His intense black eyes locked

irresistibly onto her and declared his hunger. The opera house erupted with his

full bass-baritone harmony. His musical seduction began, and his hypnotic gaze

was met by her eager response as she answered his desire with a blush.

But, was his desire enough?

THEY spent an insatiable night together in Room 457 of

the Historic Whitcomb Hotel locked in a magnetic embrace riding moonbeams of

passion and ribbons of desire that wove them irretrievably together in ways that

only the future would disclose—a future neither of them ever anticipated. Would

the secrets of the past, of that one night, prove too much to bear as the future

unfolds the truth and the depths of her desperate need?

Would the life and death struggle she faced overshadow

the seeds of love planted a decade earlier?

Cover Artist Kellie Dennis
Book Cover by Design
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The orchestra warmed up in a

disconnected, faltering collection of notes, strings and horns as the wealthy

patrons filed into the theatre and were settled. She wore a flowing yet form

fitted white spaghetti strapped gown with a backline to the small of her back

above the well-rounded cheeks of her ass. The cascading neckline tumbled in

silken folds to her abdomen which revealed her breath in the soft rise of her

alabaster breasts.
She was of medium height with an

envious rubenesque shape most men admired: long, shapely legs nipped tightly at

the ankle tapering to narrow, small demi-feet elegantly adorned in satin heeled

slippers with scarlet, well-pedicured peek-a-boo toes, full breasted bosom with

pert erect nipples stretched against the fabric of her gown, round hips that

accentuated a narrow waist and a lovely pleasing back that joined all her

sumptuous qualities. Her eyes reflected an emerald depth with gold flecks that

edged to hazel and were framed by neat, arched brows that narrowed to her

temples where her heartbeat announced the rhythm of her life. Her rounded

cheekbones accentuated the graceful curve of her jaw line as it narrowed to a

slightly dimpled chin below heart-shaped ruby lips. Her only adornment was a

starkly white gardenia nestled in the curves of her auburn curls that caressed

the pale white opaque flesh of her face. The heavy floral fragrance of the

corsage announced her arrival. She glided elegantly to her aisle and settled,

like a dove, into her center seat. She was alone.
The house lights dimmed yet she

glowed, demurely, in the white gown as if she were unmistakably the main

attraction.
She stared as he walked onstage:

a towering, self-assured giant of a black man, arms outstretched in black

opulent leather to embrace the audience, she felt to embrace her. His piercing

gaze locked irresistibly onto her, in all her radiant purity. His intense black

eyes seemed to declare his hunger.
The opera house erupted with his

full bass-baritone harmony. He sang, it seemed to Jordan, to no one but her as

she smiled quite involuntarily. Each throaty, reverberating note he released

strummed every nerve to her very foundation.

His musical seduction began, and would surely end she thought, with her

in his outstretched arms. 
Her petulant feminine petals

nestled in the protective mound where her thighs joined. They slowly filled

with her eager response and unfolded the protection of the essential pearl of

her existence as she answered his desire with a blush.
She sat through the entire

performance tethered to his gaze. The magnetism she could not resist overtook

her fully and her responses were involuntary yet welcome. She felt his gaze

through her gown caress her, push her, tease her and excite her with every deep

vibrato he released into the hall.
She was, therefore, completely

surprised when the lights raised and the fluid embrace of his voice was

gradually replaced by the swelling bustle of movement from the exiting

audience. She looked to her left and right, then up to the stage beautifully

shrouded by long red opulent velvet curtains separating her from the object of

the gathered passion in her belly.
Her reverie broken, she returned

to the moment at hand. As she rose, the romantic trance invoked by his voice

broke, the hold eased, and dropped shard by shard from her body so that she

could move. She gathered her wits, shook off the spell and seemed to float in

the afterglow with the others to the atrium. She exited the main entrance to the

broad threshold above the street below.
She took a few steps outside and

shocked by the damp San Francisco night, drew her wrap ever tighter to her

heaving breast, her nipples still erect from the seduction of the opera star.

She paused a moment, enjoyed the remains of her trance, and proceeded down the

steps to hail a cab.
The after symphony reception was

held at the home of one of San Francisco’s most prominent elite, a huge

supporter and member of the Symphony Board of Directors, Drake Morrison. Drake

and his wife Amelia were friends of Jordan’s parents who were absent because of

a holiday in the Orient. Jordan’s parents were regular supporters of the

Symphony and met the Morrisons frequently during intermission on most opening

nights for a glass of champagne. She had been invited as a distraction from her

solitude to join them on opening night at the reception in their home. She

agreed to attend eagerly as she often attended the symphony with her Mother

when her Father was unable.
She felt her low-belly tighten;

her heart pounded and her palms tingled with perspiration in anticipation. The

main opera lead and cast always came to the receptions. The non-profit

organization relied upon their attendance to boost donations so she knew she

would see him here and she wondered if he would even recognize her or if the

reverie of connection had been hers alone.
When he entered with his

entourage, he towered over everyone with his black elegance. He was beautiful,

a stunning black onyx statue carved to magnificent perfection. When she saw

him, only feet away, she staggered slightly as he turned to her with an

outstretched hand in greeting, eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. She lost her

breath and her heart in one moment as she touched his fingertips with hers.
He clasped her hand with the both

of his and pulled her close to his body with a knowing smile curled on the

curve of his chiseled jaw line. She felt his heat, was hypnotized by his aroma.

She knew then that he remembered her in the audience; he had sung to her, he

had sent his words in musical notes on foils to surround her, lift and seduce

her.
The moment was suspended when he

was directed to further introductions. He bowed ever so slightly with his

departure and barely whispered, a

bientot, mem’selle, his breath searing her neckline. She weakened in his presence and felt ill-balanced on a

passionate precipice as he moved away. Their arms outstretched unwilling to be

parted, her hand slid from his as their fingertips relinquished an electric

hold.
“A bientot, mem’selle,” he had said. She hung on every word with

rapt expectation for their next meeting as he moved into the crowd of admirers.
She watched as he worked the

room, seducing male and female alike with his charisma and brilliance. He was a

master in the simple ministration of his charm. He spoke with confidence,

smiled at nonsensical nervous banter and made everyone most relaxed in his

presence with an effortless touch.
The night edged on and she

resigned she was like all the others, seduced by the sheer presence of the man.

She sought out the Morrisons and bid them a grateful goodnight. She went into

the library where her wrap was hung. A manly black hand extended and took it

from her grip and as she spun, he curled her into his embrace as well as the shawl.


            “My

room key at the Hotel Whitcomb. The town car service I called to

take you there is waiting outside. Room 457. Have I presumed too much?” as he

pressed himself to her body and the key card into her hand. The low melodious

tone of his voice melted any thought of resistance.
            “I, ah…No, you have not presumed beyond expectation.” She

kept her voice low in spite of their momentary privacy. “The Morrisons are long

time friends of my parents who don’t yet consider me a grown woman.” She smiled

into his down-turned eyes and smelled his heat. “I thank you for your

discretion.”
            He ran his fingertips from the wrap on her shoulder down the

inside of her arm to the soft swell of her breast and lingered. His fingers

caressed her naked flesh under her arm above the cut on the satin of her gown.
            Her knees buckled under the weight of her desire and he

caught her as she fell into his full embrace.
            “Oh, God,” she breathlessly gasped and looked up into his

dark eyes. “Do all women respond to you like this?”
            “You are not all women.”


© Muffy

Wilson








Sensual,

passionate, timeless….
Sensual,

passionate, timeless…. Muffy Wilson makes the reader feel as though he/she is

in the room with all the characters. This lovingly written story of love,

family and healing is so well told, you will find it hard to put down. Your

heart will long for more and you wants to continue reading. Reading it out-loud

with my partner makes it more real than reading in silence. It is a story of

love, sacrifice and transcendence – enough to mend a broken heart. I highly

recommend this book.
~ Yoong

“book worm”

Metaphorically

unusual!

This is an erotica

like no erotica I’ve ever read before. The book is written with lots of

metaphorically sensuous language, which is in itself an erotic experience. The

love story of Jordan and Mason, their two separate families and the price of

coming together, gave this erotica another unusual twist. There’s heat,

passion, love and strong family commitment. Enjoy!
~ Hawk

Love

between Strangers: A Timeless Romantic Expression

This book is a

wonderful characterization of love between strangers, a timeless romantic

expression that brings all lovers to the same destiny. This is the story of struggle,

the telling of a long kept secret, the humbling sublimation of asking for help,

the private struggles of a man torn by love and pained by loss. It is the story

of how children can knit broken lives together with love and the ancient,

precocious innocence that only children possess. It is the story of growth,

love, passion and submission.It is a story of the struggle between love and acceptance with a poetic

elegance similar to that of Jane Austen. And I loved it from the dedication to the final page.

~ PA Jiuditta



You

will plead with the author to reconcile their love. I kept asking the author as

I read
Muffy Wilson’s

eloquent prose in her newest book, Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences, is a

milestone in romance novels. She weaves a unique plot that will keep your

interest page after page. Jordan is the mother of a daughter, Lily, who is in

very ill. When her former lover brings a new dimension to the story, you will

plead with the author to reconcile their love. I kept asking the author as I

read, will Lily’s innocence bring Jordan and her lover back to the love they

once enjoyed? You will find how Lily, both with her illness and innocence can

spark the flames to refuel the passion of love from the past. Muffy’s

descriptions and imagery goes beyond the realm of prose to poetry. The dialogue

is outstandingly believable. When I read scenes of interaction in her book, I

felt I was in the room with the characters. 
You will love this story and the

amazing talent of Muffy Wilson. 
I give 5 Stars to Moonbeams of Unintended

Consequences.
~ Pablo

Michaels

Romantic,

sexy, but so much more…

Muffy asked me to

give this book a critical reading pre-release, and I was pleased to find it is

a book with a full plot and a range of realistic characters. Romantic, yes;

sexy, yes; but so much more. A book you can get your teeth into.

~ Jacqueline

George


I

fell in love with from the beginning to the end of this …

This story takes

the reader on a pleasurable cruise of a renewed romance brought to the reader

from the past of two characters. I fell in love with from the beginning to the

end of this book. Muffy Wilson as the captain brings us passion and hopes for

renewed love through the descriptions she intricately blends, savoring our

palettes with delicacies we never forget. We are catered to hopes for a cure

for Jordan’s daughter and what it might mean to her long lost lover.

Complications seem insurmountable, but with each turn of the page, a new

horizon is seen, bringing a mood for hope and continued passion between the

main character, Jordan, her daughter, Lily, and the man from her past, who will

steal your heart with his compassion, love, and understanding. I was blind by

the interracial relationship, observing the man who is more than an ordinary

man. He gives us hope for Jordan and Lily. Muffy guides us through treacherous

obstacles, only to restore our wishes for her sacred love and survival of her

daughter and the resolution of a love affair from the past that is renewed with

each page I turned. I full-hearted give Moonbeams and Unintended Consequences

5 Stars. I

thoroughly recommend this book to everyone.~ Michael

Jordan

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Muffy,

author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born

in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was

the youngest, the family “princess,” indulged and pampered. She

adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by

love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the

U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family

lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years

in Europe and came of age in France.
Returning from France with her

family, Muffy finished high

school in Northern California and attended the University of

California, Davis, and majored

in

Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce

work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the

Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small

Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and

resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the

water in SW Florida. Muffy

pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life,

indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual

literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

 

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