Girl on Fire (excerpt)

For I must tell you that we artists cannot tread the path of Beauty without Eros keeping company with us and appointing himself (or herself) as our guide.

~ Thomas Mann

Read an excerpt from “Girl on Fire,” a story from my new book Spiritual Hottie’s Diary: Tantalizing Tales of Steamy Self-Discovery:

I lean toward Paulo, asking to hear more.

“An old legend says,” he continues, “that there were two young people, a princess and a shepherd, deeply in love with one another. But the princess’s father, the king of this land, forbade them to see each other as soon as he found out about their love. On their last night together, the two lovers cried so much that their tears turned into the lakes: The tears from the princess’s green eyes created the green lake and the tears from the shepherd’s blue eyes made the blue lake. Next morning, they were taken away by their families and separated forever. So there are two lakes still here today, so close to each other yet not touching because of the road.”

Paulo and I start walking along the single-lane, paved road dividing the lakes.

My hair debacle is a trifle compared with the young lovers’ tragic problems. I make a mental note to myself still thinking about the legend.

“Our nature here is so beautiful,” Paulo says, deep in his thoughts. “You can find many places both breathtaking and peaceful.”

He becomes silent, as if his brain is changing frequencies. “You too are beautiful and peaceful, Vanessa. Yet your hair speaks passion. When your red curls catch the wind, they look like fire sending sparks into the air.”

As if to demonstrate, a gust of wind comes out of nowhere. The air around my face is set ablaze.

“Playing with fire is dangerous,” I tell him mischievously.

Paulo slowly looks me up and down.

“I know,” he says, “but what’s life without some risk, without passion?”

“Two lakes forever separated by a road.”

Paulo laughs.

“Very philosophical of you, Senhorita Silva.”

I feel a new legend coming on.

“Let me take some pictures of you. You’ll look even more beautiful in the sunset,” he says. “Where’s your camera?”

“In my purse in your car.” 

We walk back slowly, just an inch away from each other. It’s very quiet on the road. I haven’t seen a single car passing us by. Our hands touch lightly. My heart beats faster. I notice that Paulo’s shoulders have kind of broadened, and he seems to be walking with a purpose. One thing is crystal clear to both of us: We are not walking to the car to find my camera. Instead, Paulo opens the door for me and we climb in the backseat.

Paulo pushes both of our bags to the very corner of the leather seat to make space for us. We sit facing each other for a few moments. Then he leans over and kisses me under my jaw, sniffing some air like he’s sniffing me in.

“I could sense your pleasant scent as soon as you got into my boat. I followed it like a wolf on a hunt.”

“What a coincidence,” I say, climbing onto his lap as my pleated white skirt folds up to my hips. “Wolves are my favorite animals!”

Thanks to German manufacturing, we have plenty of room to maneuver inside his spacious Mercedes….


For the rest of this story and nine more, get my book “Spiritual Hottie’s Diary: Tantalizing Tales of Steamy Self-Discovery” at

From Amazon reviewers:

Olanda Loom: “This is a very funny, charming, and wise book for every emotional season: a must-have for the gray and lonely days—it made me laugh so much that my belly hurt and l instantly felt like a triple winner-goddess. And it is a must-have for the good days—it will double your joy and show you how to live life to the fullest! A lot of wisdom and many spiritual (and sensual) lessons to learn! Loved so much that I am recommending it to all my friends.”

Jen: “What a great delight it was to read Janna Seagull’s debut of short stories. Like a wild crimson-haired mare racing out of the gates, Janna’s alter-ego “Yvonne” doesn’t waste any time encountering steamy adventures and taking us along for the fun-filled ride. Yvonne definitely puts the “Hot” in Hottie!”



Photo credit: Elido Turco.

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