REVIEW
Malena's Kiss
by Paul DiPersio
I came across Malena's Kiss as a member of the Paranormal and Horror Lovers group on Goodreads. You can read my review below.
Description
James Francis just inherited a house from his crazy Aunt Margaret; a
towering, dilapidated, 18th century New England Colonial … in some creepy
backwoods town called Cutler Hollow.
Deep in the belly of an old backyard leach pit he uncovers a rusty iron
chest, sealed with a lock, bound in chains, and inscribed with bizarre Celtic
symbols.
He raises the chest with dreams of gold coins, precious jewels, and
sterling silverware.
And unleashes Cutler Hollow's darkest secret ... Malena.
Excerpt
I thought I heard her bare feet pat across the
floor, thought I caught her sweet scent in the darkness.
I thought it was just a pleasant dream.
And then she climbed right on top of me,
straddled me naked, and bent down to taste my lips. I couldn’t see her face in the
darkness. Her hot breath caressed my cheek. Her nipples brushed my chest. She
ran her tongue over my chin, sucked on it lightly.
Her fingernails dug into my shoulders. Her
warm thighs gripped my hips. I inhaled her sweet scent, tried to reach up and
touch her, but she stopped me, pinned my hand to the couch. She settled onto my
lap, her fingertips lightly crawling up my neck.
I looked up and saw her violet eyes glowing in
the darkness. Hovering above me, boiling hot, changing color. They smoldered to
richer shades of violet, becoming deeper and darker until the irises went black.
Then she hunched forward, took my face in her
hands, and pressed her lips to my mouth.
She breathed into me - one, deep, scorching,
breath ... and then slowly sucked all the air from my lungs.
My chest tightened. My fingers and toes
tingled. I felt the warmth leaving my body, felt the cold spreading through my
veins.
Her warm saliva was thick, syrupy, honey-sweet.
I tried to sit up, and her hands pushed me
back into the cushions. Locking her lips tightly over mine, she dug her nails
into my chest, held me down, and scorched my throat with another deep breath.
And sucked the air from my lungs, much deeper
this time; so deep, so long, I felt it pull on my belly, tug on my crotch.
I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs. I was
floating up off the couch, drifting away, weightless.
Just when my vision tunneled, when my hearing
started to fade, when I felt myself drifting off into oblivion, she released my
mouth.
I gasped for breath.
Her smoldering violet eyes searched my face.
They moved close, the tip of her nose touching mine. She blinked once, her eyes
cooled to a shade of blue, then slowly faded into the darkness.
I felt her fingers caress my cheek. Her thumb
traced my eyebrow. Her lips placed a burning kiss on my forehead.
And she was gone.
I thought I heard her bare feet patter up the
stairway.
Was it a dream?
I tried to sit up. I couldn’t lift my head. I
was frozen. Paralyzed. As helpless as a shell-shocked rabbit.
I tried to speak. It came out a strained
whisper, “What the fu...?”
Review
By Lynda Dickson
Jim Francis inherits an old house from his aunt. He later discovers this
house has a checkered history and has been built on an old Indian burial ground.
During renovations designed to prepare the house for sale, Jim finds a ancient
chest in the septic tank. Upon opening it, Jim discovers a mysterious young
woman with violet eyes, and a Celtic cross bearing the inscription, "To my
Malena, with love." But what happens when this beautiful woman kisses you?
The author has a great writing style which flows easily and keeps you
reading. This story is spooky, atmospheric, and humorous. However, at times I
wasn't sure if it was meant to be funny, and some of the scenes are quite
absurd, drawing on references from West
Side Story. In addition, I didn't find the conclusion to be very
satisfying.
There were numerous editing errors, mainly involving the incorrect use
of words, apostrophes, capital letters, commas, and italics.
Warnings: Coarse language, sexual references, drug references, violence.
About the Author
Paul DiPersio is a Registered Nurse, and a
freelance writer with a degree in Political Science from Villanova University.
He lives in Massachusetts with his wife, stepdaughter, and a cat named Monkey.
Many of his stories take place in the mysterious fictional towns of Cutler Hollow
and its seaside neighbor Fairfield Heights.
Paul is the author of My Brother Pete and Malena's Kiss.
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