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Veronica Wilde
June 3rd, 2007, 02:13 AM
SECOND TIME AROUND

the first book in the Spells of Seduction series

An erotic reincarnation mystery from StarDust Press.

Available here! (http://stardustpress.com/products/product_info.php?products_id=29&show_excerpt=1)


** In seeking the love of her life, she found the love of many lifetimes. **

Tamora Blackwell wants what every young witch wants – a sexy soulmate who’s passionate about both the Craft and her. But when a love spell brings two gorgeous brothers into her life, Tamora is flooded with memories of the past life they shared in a painful love triangle – a European medieval life in which one condemned the other two to burn at the stake for witchcraft.

The sexual attractions are fast and intense. But as Tamora struggles to understand the mysteries of reincarnation, she finds herself falling in love with one brother while falling in bed with the other. As temptation, jealousy and red-hot lust threaten to engulf all three, a shocking new tragedy settles the karmic debts between them – and teaches Tamora that true love never really dies.

Warning: Multiple partners, graphic sexual situations.

Veronica Wilde
June 6th, 2007, 11:00 PM
Excerpt 1 from SECOND TIME AROUND



It was the last new moon of spring. The candles flickered and wavered, casting crooked shadows on her bedroom walls, as twenty-six-year-old Tamora Blackwell prepared her love spell. Sprinkling a blend of orris root, cinnamon and rose petals over a smoking charcoal, she took her black-handled ritual knife in hand. Then she picked up the red male figure candle before her and began to carve in astrological symbols representing love, sex and abundance. Dressing the candle with her special Come To Me love oil, she began the spell.


“By all the powers of my witchery, by the Goddess of the moon, the earth and the sea,” she chanted. “I call the perfect true love to me – as I speak, so mote it be.”


The magic was growing dense around her. Expertly Tamora wove the spell stronger and stronger, her own witch power rising until she could feel her long golden-red hair crackling with electricity. “The perfect man I call to me: sexy, smart and true to me. Affectionate, fun, loving and strong, a man who loves me my whole life long.”


On and on she built the spell, dreaming of that perfect devoted lover who would fulfill all the yearnings of her body and spirit. Spring was the season of rejuvenation and sexual reawakening, the time the earth burst into bloom. As Tamora connected with lustful energy of the season, an intense magic began to swirl around her altar, erotic and spellbinding. It was as if her mystery man was right there with her in spirit. She could almost feel his hands running up her thighs to part her ritual robes. As she closed her eyes, she could swear his psychic imprint was kneeling before her, teasingly brushing his fingers across her clit before positioning the erect velvety head of his cock against her folds.


She swallowed, a deep flush of arousal staining her cheeks. Then she forced herself to concentrate on the spell. But the energy of her future lover continued to wind sinuously around her, as relentless as he was tender.


She was breathing hard now, intoxicated by her own magic and the magnetism of her future man. “By earth, by air, by water and fire, grant me the fulfillment of my desire,” she whispered. Summoning her powers of concentration, she fired off the intense passion into the night to manifest in her future.


She took a deep breath and grounded the leftover energy still tingling through her body. It had been a long time since her last relationship. But the palpable masculine energy of her lover tonight promised some very steamy nights ahead.


At least she thought so. Just to be sure, she decided to divine her future – something for which she possessed a particular gift. Quickly, while the magic still lingered around her altar, she reached for her favorite tool of divination: her Tarot cards.


Concentrating again, she shuffled, then dealt the cards out on the black satin. With great trepidation, she turned over the first. King of Cups – that indicated a man of love, a soulmate. That was very good indeed. She smiled and turned over the second. Then she frowned. Two of Pentacles? That showed a lack of decision, confusion in the face of an important choice. She turned over the third card and shivered: King of Swords. That was a man of great intelligence – and potentially great pain.


Sighing, she closed the spell and doused the candles. That’s really weird, she thought as she put away her Book of Shadows. Two guys – and me? Just don’t see it, especially after being dateless for the last year. And what did that skull in the ink mean?


Every experienced witch knew that to worry about a spell was to weaken the magic. Tamora pushed it out of her mind as she took off her ritual robes, ate some chocolate cake and got ready for bed.


Drifting off to sleep, she thought she sensed him again – that elusive, not-quite-physical sensation of a man’s tender fingers stroking her thighs. She tossed restlessly, wishing he was here in the flesh. Yet the fatigue spreading through her body was too powerful to dwell on it. Instead she adjusted her pillow and fell asleep.


Almost immediately she was lost in an erotic, firelit dream. That same faceless man was between her legs, his long silky hair tickling her stomach as his mouth kissed a path of fire across her hips. His hot tongue licked his way down her skin as if following a treasure map. Molten arousal filled her blood as he softly sucked her clit between his lips. She moaned and shifted restlessly beneath him, aching for the satisfaction his tongue promised. His mouth moved on her with heavenly skill as he began to stroke her pussy. Yet a moment later she felt two arms encircle her possessively from behind – it was a second man, his rock-hard erection pressing into the softness of her bottom. She protested and smiled at the same time, rolling over to kiss this second man even as her thighs opened wider for the first.


But then her dream changed abruptly and her two mystery lovers vanished. Instead she was falling to the floor, which was now the cold stone floor of a tiny prison cell. A hooded man loomed over her, brandishing a monstrous-looking hot poker in his hand. She begged for mercy as he lowered it toward her tender flesh.


Admit that you hexed the farmer’s crops and brought illness to the village! Admit that you danced naked in the forest in perverted rites to do the Devil’s work!


She wept in terror, choking out her innocence. The hot poker came menacingly closer to her skin. Then abruptly her dream shifted yet again to an outdoor scene. She was tied to a stake, screaming in pain as fire roared around her. The flames licked up her naked legs as a crowd of ugly faces jeered at her and taunted her.


Horror jolted her awake. She sat up breathlessly in bed, heart pounding and her throat tight with terror.


That was no kind of dream to be having after casting a love spell. In fact, it was a bad omen overall. As a witch well-trained in the magical arts, Tamora knew the difference between a regular dream and a psychic dream, and this dream had definitely been the latter. But why? The magic in the circle had felt so erotic and romantic – there had been nothing sinister afoot in the rite. The spell would work, she just knew it would.... <O:p></O:p>
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Veronica Wilde
June 18th, 2007, 01:08 PM
Excerpt 2


Trent's voice broke the silence as they walked home. "So what did she mean by a love spell? Was she, ah, implying that you..." His voice faded with embarrassment.

“Yes, she was implying that I had worked my magic on you. Her assumption being that no one would side with me over her unless witchcraft was involved.” She glanced at him to see if he suspected her. Would Trent begin to question his interest in her?

“That’s crazy,” he said with a snort. “You all don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Believe what?” she asked. It was raining harder now and she pushed her wet hair over her shoulder. “In spells and magic?”

“Well – yeah.”

She stared at him. "Trent, we’re witches. Your mother was a witch. Not only do we spend a lot of time on our spellcraft, but we know it works. We see the results in our lives every day.”
He rolled his eyes – privately, to himself, but she caught it. “Oh, I see,” she said. “Because you’ve never experienced it, it couldn’t possibly be real. We’re all just deluded crazies."

“I didn’t say that,” he told her.

“But you were thinking it.”

"Oh yeah? And how do you know that – you read my mind with your witch power?”

They stopped in front of his house and glared at each other. His cold face glistened with rain, his stormy eyes brilliant in the streetlight. That thunderous sexual current began to ricochet between them, making her desire him one moment and despise him the next.

She shook her head furiously, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders. She was not attracted to Trent. She was not. He was close-minded and arrogant and materialistic –

He grabbed her shoulders and kissed her then, his lips hot and strong and strangely familiar. Despite a voice of warning screaming in her head, she felt her body fuse with his, melting into the body heat radiating from beneath his clothes in the cold rain. Everything in the spring night, the fresh scent of wet daffodils and the damp earth and the collar of his shirt rough against her skin, faded away to the one sensation of his warm tongue shyly probing hers. And then he pulled away, leaving her breathless and desperate for his mouth on hers again.

Without a word he led her inside his house. Ryder’s jacket was tossed carelessly on the kitchen table; suddenly she came to her senses. What was she doing? She didn’t even know how she felt about either of these men yet. Yes, she was attracted to Trent but this was moving way too quickly to make a choice yet. Then she saw something else. A red leather purse on the kitchen counter. And another purse spilled beside it. Two pairs of high heels kicked across the floor. And on the living room sofa, a discarded black lace bra.

Both of the girls were here with him. Ryder was actually having a threesome with Ashley and Briana! As if in confirmation, a muffled female giggle rose up from down the hall.

She swallowed, momentarily sick with jealousy and rejection.

"My bedroom’s at the other end of the house,” Trent told her, oblivious to the toxic emotions flooding her body. “This way.” Taking her gently by the hand, he led her through the darkened rooms to a bedroom that smelled pleasantly of cologne and something masculine.

The bedroom door shut with a click. For a moment, she wanted to run out of the bedroom, out of the house, and never see either of the Jameson brothers again. Then she took a deep breath. Ryder didn’t want her, so what? She had cast a love spell, dammit, and if he preferred some silly coeds to her, then she’d have her fun with his brother.

She kicked off her heels and stepped onto the softness of the carpet.

A warmth behind her raised the tiny hairs on her arms. And then Trent's hot mouth was on her neck, gently biting the tender pulse beneath her skin. Shivers ran down her spine as his hands encircled her waist, sliding her wet shirt up over her bra. For a moment his hands lingered on her breasts, squeezing them with a long-frustrated groan. Then he pulled off her shirt, kissed her throat and shoulders, and turned him to face her.

She was breathing hard. He was shirtless too in the dark – tentatively she ran her hands up and down the hard swell of his pecs. His skin was hot and silky under her fingers. She traced the outline of his chest, sensing the animal instinct pulsing in his muscles.

With one deft move, he unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. Her nipples hardened in the air-conditioned chill as he cupped each breast, moving his thumbs over her flushed areolas. A deep carnal need began to stir deep inside her.

<?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on">Trent</st1:City> raised his head. Just enough streetlight was slanting through the blinds for her to see the lust-drunk passion in his eyes. "All my life I've been dreaming of a long-haired redhead who would make me feel like this," he whispered. He fondled her breasts with an avid groan. "It's like you stepped out of my dreams. No one has ever affected me like this, Tamora."

She cut him off with a kiss, aching for the soft push of his tongue again. As his mouth commandeered hers, she felt another moan reverberate through their lips and realized it was coming from her. That electric charge was coursing through her, bringing her nerves alive in an erotic zing of excitement. Everywhere Trent brushed against her, she came alive with fire – and all the while, a fervent ache was building between her thighs.

“So beautiful,” he whispered and reached between her legs...<O:p</O:p

Veronica Wilde
July 12th, 2007, 02:48 PM
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Just got the cover... love it!

Karenne
July 12th, 2007, 04:15 PM
ohh..me too! That is a great cover!:turned:

Dani
July 14th, 2007, 12:28 AM
Great excerpts Veronica! And The cover for the book is awsome. I can't wait to read it.:notworthy:

Illyria
July 14th, 2007, 02:41 PM
awesome excerpts!! can't wait to read it!!