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Paranormal erotic romance (witch ménage)
Available now from Loose Id at http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=680 .
Blurb: When witches use sexual energy in a rite to mend the shattered environment, the forces set in motion carry them into a vortex of loss, a sizzling ménage, and finally, to the love they never imagined they’d find.
R rated excerpt:
As rain washed over her in a cool blanket,
Lena had to admit this was better than sulking in the kitchen. Raising her hand, she spun a blue light globe, then set it in the center of a puddle, keeping it afloat with a mental command ‑‑ another trick she must have picked up from Matt. Someday, they’d have to sort out what each of them had gained when their powers mingled.
Pines created a horseshoe around a field of sweet-smelling herbs, raspberry patches, and tall grass. Matt’s work, no doubt, coming to life again since their crazy attempt to seed the clouds succeeded beyond their wildest hopes.
“I can see lines of tension in your shoulders. Give yourself to the night. Let it all wash away.” His bare feet padding on the stone patio, Matt moved close enough to touch her, but to his credit, resisted temptation.
Feeling lost, she let the rain plaster her hair to her back, raised her face, and called to the goddess. For a moment, she felt a rush of air and the brush of feathers against her cheek, but then the shadow of divinity vanished, leaving only the rain.
“She’s left me.”
Matt moved close and pulled her back against his chest. “Your mother?”
“No. Not my mother. In every way that counts, she left me years ago.”
Rather than asking her to explain, he lowered his face and touched his lips to the curve of her neck. “I can’t call the goddess for you, little witch. She and I were never on great speaking terms. But I can ease your mind, if you let me.” Stooping to pick up the soap, he turned her to face him. “Whoever else has left you, whatever you’ve lost, you should know I plan on sticking around.”
“I told you ‑‑ I don’t have relationships.” Goddess, the last thing she wanted to do tonight was hurt Matt. All he was trying to do was ease her pain. “I can’t.”
“That’s a discussion for another time. But lovers ‑‑ I recall you saying you don’t have any objection to those.” Lathering the soap in his palms, he brushed his hands down the length of her spine and left a trail of silken bubbles.
Whether weak or just weary, she couldn’t say, but for whatever reason, she let him pull her into his arms and lather her back. She’d only hurt him more in the end. Best to pull away before he got too attached. But the Horned God himself couldn’t have pried her from his arms tonight.
“When I watched you in the shower after you bathed me last night, I wanted more than anything to return the favor. Soap your skin. Massage shampoo into your hair. But I was afraid I’d scare you off.” Shifting the focus of the rain bath, he moved his hands across her breasts, trailing the bar of soap over her tightening nipples.
A hint of night flowers drifted on the rain-driven wind, but when she nestled closer to Matt, she realized it was his own scent of orchards and pine forests. She should have been chilled, standing naked in the driving rain, but his naked chest scorched her back, sending warmth shooting through every inch of her body.
Closing her eyes, she abandoned herself to his fingers. With deft movements, he spread slick trails of soap across her chest, along the curve of her neck, down her arms and legs, and in crazy, dizzying circles over her belly and breasts. The brush of skin on skin, the scent of him, the gentleness of his touch as he dominated her senses ‑‑ everything else faded into the background.
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