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Escape in Venice
Escape in Venice
Escape in Venice
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Escape in Venice

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Antonia Correlli, is relatively young vampire who still learns to master her special abilities as a succubus. As such, she does not only feed on blood like ordinary vampires, but can also feed on humans’ sexual passions, draining them of their energy and powering her unique abilities.

Antonia is invited by her incubus friend and mentor, Count Emilio, to 18th century Venice in order to help him with a delicate matter, a young lady the count desires, but who does not respond to his incubus magic as she should. Antonia, tasked to find out what makes this woman resistant to the count’s advances, must learn to master her own magic as well as find a way to save her friend’s beloved one from a great danger.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJens Kuhn
Release dateNov 4, 2013
ISBN9781310790225
Escape in Venice
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Jens Kuhn

Jens Kuhn is a writer of steamy fiction, mostly with a historic theme. He has published three novels in print and several short stories as ebooks. On this blog you can find out more about his books and read some of his more steamy short stories for free.Jens lives with his wife, two stepchildren and a cat in an old drafty Victorian house with five fireplaces in the historic town of York, UK. He enjoys sailing his dinghy and searching for free wood to keep his old house warm and cosy.

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    Escape in Venice - Jens Kuhn

    Escape in Venice

    Antonia Correlli’s Second Adventure

    by Jens Kuhn

    Smashwords Edition, Copyright 2013. All rights reserved.

    Prologue

    Antonia Corrrelli stepped out of the boat into a puddle of water a few inches deep. Immediately, her silken shoes got soaked, making her yelp with surprise. She lowered her gaze towards the pavement, or the dock, or whatever it was called in a town where the streets were canals and where boats of all kinds took the place of horses and carriages. 

    In fact it was much more than a puddle. The whole pavement was covered by water all the way towards the houses and in a few places the water reached even higher – through the doors and into the shops. In some places, wooden planks had been laid out to make the passage of what must be stretches of deeper water possible. 

    She would need a pair of proper leather boots if she was to survive in this place, Antonia thought. Shrugging, she looked at the boatman accusingly. He stood in the back of the craft, holding it in place with his single steering oar and smiled. 

    It’s the tide. Normally there isn’t much of it here, but if the wind and moon are right... He lifted his arms in a genuinely Italian gesture, almost dropping the steering oar into the water, only catching it at the last minute. 

    Antonia laughed. I see I have much to learn about Venice. Who will help me with my luggage? she added, despite anticipating the answer. 

    The boatman repeated his gesture, catching his oar more skilfully this time. Can’t leave my boat, Signorita. But I’m sure for a few coins someone will. He put two fingers in his mouth, whistling loudly. 

    The house wasn’t exactly magnificent, not like the palazzos she had seen from the boat. Especially as the ones that lined the Grand Canal were impressive in the least, with gilded balconies and frescoes aplenty. And so tall – four storeys or more. Even this one was tall, it still had four floors, even though it was narrower, looking as though it had been wedged in between two similar houses. The canal that replaced the street in front of it was narrower too, only just broad enough to let two of the bigger gondolas pass each other. It was lined by pavements only a couple of feet wide and, at the current state of the tide, exactly in level with the water. Wooden poles lined the border between the walkway and the water in regular intervals. They were used for mooring boats. Some of the bigger houses even had built-in boathouses, openings in the walls that were accessible from the canals and into which a boat could be rowed in order for its occupants to easily get into the house. Just like a back door in an normal house, Antonia thought.

    This house looked a little duller than the palazzos along the Grand Canal. Not shabby by any means, but rather more discreet. Not unlike how she’d imagined Count Emilio’s summer residence in Venice would look, in fact. Just with the little difference that it wasn’t summer. It was a drizzly November day and the count wasn’t even at home.

    Antonia sighed and gazed at the two boys who were carrying her luggage.

    Hurry up, she told them. She was getting too wet. Her shoes felt soggy and water was trickling down the collar of her cape, down her delicate little neck and further down her back. She shivered. There was much to be said for Italian fashion of this century, if nothing else, it made accessing some body parts easier. But then it didn’t keep anything out very well, and especially not the rain.

    Antonia longed for a bath. This had been a long and damp trip, at least an hour on the boat from the mainland. And before that, hours and hours in a rattling carriage through dripping forests and muddy fields. Yes, a bath was what she needed now. A bath, a nice glass of wine and perhaps some pleasant company.

    Not the boys who had carried her luggage though. Although it was unlikely that anyone would miss them, she would be unable to get much out of them. Blood, yes, even though it would not be much. But nothing to feed the other half of her, nothing that could feed her magic.

    No, she needed someone else, someone full of passion and desire. Well, that would have to wait until later. First things first, she thought as she took the little key out of her purse and opened the door. Like many houses in Venice, this one had a shop on the bottom floor. It wasn’t used at the moment and Antonia, stepping carefully through an inch of water, made her way towards the stairs behind the counter, followed by the two boys carrying her luggage.

    As soon as she stepped onto the landing on the first floor, the house felt a lot lighter. There were three doors to choose from and, guessing that they

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