Celia’s yearning for art and León’s passion for painting
ignite,
but their journey teaches lessons far beyond the
canvas.
Painting Celia
Incubadora Book 1
by Maya Bairey
Genre
Women’s Fiction, Steamy Romance
"You
can live in my pool house, if you'll teach me to paint."
Unique and powerful, this sensual slow burn romance unfolds between mature characters, exploring themes of healing, trauma, and empowerment. Perfect for readers who appreciate new contemporary romance and women's fiction, this novel includes diverse, over 40, LGBTQ characters, making it a profound choice for those looking for explicit angsty romantic stories that mirror their own experiences and complexities.
Maya Bairey lives on the banks of the Columbia river in Portland, Oregon, with her husband and their old cat, Dory. Turning from corporate writing to storytelling, Maya was surprised to find she had a bunch of passionate stories inside her, where stuck people learn to live out loud.
Her debut novel, Painting Celia, explores the intersection of honest art and intense love, where creativity and passion can heal and change us. Maya invites readers to have a fun escape, but also to look inward, discovering their own creative and emotional depths.
For a deeper dive into the Celia’s world, visit bairey.com.
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León’s first sight upon awakening was his painting, Celia in blue.
He’d tossed fitfully all night, submerged in half-sleep, dreaming that she swam circles around him. She was made of living paint, a teasing sprite of liquid curves and lashing waves of blue. The urge to touch her burned in him, but he dared not. His fingers would smear her deep lacings of color.
He awoke at dawn to his canvas shining in the morning light. Dozy and bemused, León breathed in her image—glowing Celia, revealed in luminous hues. His fleeting dreams faded as bright pride swelled. Beaming from his bed, inhabiting every brush stroke, he reveled in the painting’s story. The colors were raw, visceral and daring, that all-important curve of her waist striking upward, its path true and exquisite through the fluid blues and golds.
It was perfect. The best thing he’d ever done.
He got out of bed and walked closer, in love with the colors in early light. Her shape floated at peace, vulnerable and authentic as one can only be when alone. It whispered echoes of the womb, relief from fear, trust in support of dark water. It was the most honest image he’d ever painted, and though she was the subject, it came from inside him. He’d felt fragile before, and it could have looked like this.
What a story. She was wonderful. He wanted to paint her again.
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Interesting picture, why the paint and why that color?
ReplyDeleteI love the cover art. Looks amazing. I will be reading this one.
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