🔥🔹🔥Too Hot to Trot by Becky McGraw🔥🔹🔥

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Too Hot To Trot (Cowboy Way 3)

New York Times, USA Today & Amazon Bestselling Author

Becky McGraw

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Heather Morrison wants to become a country music star, and she is not going to let any man get in her way. She’ll gladly take their money as a dancer at the Crazy Cowgirl, but has no use for them otherwise. The night she sees her dreams finally coming true, the best night of her life quickly becomes the worst, when a stagehand catches her unaware outside the arena. The last man on earth she wants to save her, moody and judgmental Zack Taylor, her best friend’s brother, a man who once called her too hot to trot, is the one who comes to her rescue.

Zack Taylor has life by the balls. He’s at the top of the game as a bull rider, owns a rough stock herd which is his retirement plan, and has a life plan which includes riding two more years, then settling down with a good woman on his own ranch. Those plans go straight to hell when he puts on his white hat for a woman who has caused him nothing but problems as long as he’s known her. Not minding his own business costs him a lot, maybe even his career.

When Heather insists on being the one to help him get back on the bull, Zack is leery, but soon sees he has no choice but to accept her help. Being close to her, he realizes there is a lot more than meets the eye where sexy Heather Morrison is concerned, and there could be reasons she appears to be the fastest girl in town. Zack soon wants to know all of her secrets, but could knowing them change his opinion about her? And with that change could helping her become more important to him than his plan, because he wants to keep her in his life for good?

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18+ Excerpt from Too Hot To Trot, (c) Becky McGraw 2015:

“We’re having a threesome,” Zack announced with a grin.

Heather was comfortable with her battery-operated-boyfriend, and maybe that would help them transition to the big show.  And he was also curious what he had to measure up to.  He’d never actually used one before himself, he liked doing things the old-fashioned way, so this would be new for him too.

Heather shot up to sit and glare at him.  “I don’t think so, cowboy,” she said, scooting toward the foot of the bed.  Zack grabbed her arm, and she tried to pull away.

“With Bob,” he clarified, laughter bubbling in his throat.  “Where do you keep him?”

“Oh!” she said, then her eyes narrowed. “Really?”

“Really,” Zack confirmed.

Heather huffed a breath as she collapsed on her back on the bed.  “You had me scared there for a second.”  The tremble in her voice made him sorry he’d teased her.

With a growl, he laid beside her and put his arm over her waist.  She looked at him, and he held her gaze.  “I willnever do anything to scare or hurt you, Heather.  You’re still in control, angel.  Always in control.  Do you understand?”  She nodded, and he kissed her forehead.  “Now where does Bob sleep?” he asked, with a laugh, trying to get her comfortable again.

“In the nightstand drawer,” she replied with a giggle.  “He has a nice, comfy velvet sleeping bag in there.”

“Only the best for Bob,” Zack said.  He rolled to the edge of the bed, sat up and pulled open the drawer.  Fishing around blindly, his pinkie brushed velvet, and his hand closed over a very small pouch, which confused him.  “Bob’s awfully small,” he commented pulling out the pouch to loosen the strings.  He emptied the small silver bullet and rubber ring out into his hand and was even more confused.

“Bob is a vibrator, not a dildo.  That’s in the closet, because I kind of bought one that was a little too big.” She rolled up behind him, then sat up to take the vibrator from his hand.  Shoving it into the rubber sheath, Heather slid it onto her forefinger, and wiggled it.  “Voila—instant orgasm.  No man needed,” she said smugly.

“Yeah, but how will it be with a real man behind the controls?” Zack asked, sliding the rubber band from her finger to put it on own.  He wiggled it under her nose.  “Put on your seatbelt, baby—Bob is on the bus, but Zack is driving it to O-town.”

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One thing that I love about this author already is that her series can be read as a stand alone but once you have a peak you will want to go for more! Especially since these are returning characters.  This is one heck of a roller coaster on emotions and the author leaves no emotions unturned.  Trust me you will have humor,  anger,  hot sexy scenes and crushing moments. When you connect with the characters the way I did it is a big understatement that this is a jewel! The plot is exceptional and keeps the readers entwined with what is happening, I didn’t want to put it down and ended up staying up late trust me it was well worth the lack of sleep. Her characters both have their own issues but while one is arrogant the other is straight up feisty!  Zack, I did want to slap a couple times but hey this cowboy did eventually prove himself in more ways than one. Especially when he tried something new just for Heather!  WOW!!SIGH!! Heather, feisty but this girl has more secrets than the mob it seemed. Let’s not forget her life hasn’t been easy and this woman has had to do everything to survive.  Will. The secrets tear a line between this couple or will this hot cowboy be there to save the day!! If your looking for a complete package with twists that will have your heard bleeding then sighing the next with a slice of humor on top pick up this one because it truly is TOO HOT! I LOVED IT!!!

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About the author

A jack of many trades, NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Becky McGraw has been an optician, a beautician, a legal secretary, a real estate broker, web designer, graphic artist, and romance writer. She knows just enough to make her dangerous, and her books varied and interesting. Becky resides in Florida with her husband of thirty-three years and her dog Abby. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America Published Authors Network.

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🎉🎈🎉Happy Release Day~ His Captive Princess by Sandra Jones🎉🎈🎉

His Captive Princess

by Sandra Jones

Genre: Historical Romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Release Date: April 28, 2015

Earned respect is sweet, but deserved revenge is even sweeter.

Warren de Tracy was assured the Welsh village of Dinefwr would be an easy conquest, as would the widow of its fallen prince. Wedding her will appease the locals and win the respect of his liege, the usurper King Stephen.

Instead, Warren is ambushed, taken prisoner by a hooded Welshwoman with skin that glows like moonlight. If he must die at her hands, at least his honorable death will silence the whispers of disloyalty hanging over his name.

Princess Eleri has never seen a knight as stoic—and as eager to die—as Warren. She’d love to oblige the bastard, but something in his ocean-blue eyes stays her hand. Plus, suspicion nags at her, for the arrows that wounded him and killed his men are Norman, not Welsh.

A ghostly prophecy portends danger that thrusts the enemies closer together, where hate explodes into passion that won’t allow Eleri to surrender Warren to her vengeful clan. But returning him to his king breaks more than it mends…and for Warren, retaliation will be sweet, indeed.

Copyright © 2015 Sandra Jones

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Cantref Mawr, Deheubarth, Wales, Winter 1136 A.D.

Warren de Tracy had led battles on two different continents against formidable enemies of the Church and his Norman kings, and for his efforts he’d won spurs, a barony, more than a few scars and a complete lack of fear, which had served him well. Ironically, of all his venerable foes, a lowly dog killed him.

He watched the speckled greyhound resting on its dead master’s chest, growling low at him, the stranger in its territory. The mongrel had already betrayed his Welsh owner’s hiding spot in the dense thicket by protectively snarling at one of Warren’s mounted knights. Then his hotheaded young soldier had wheeled back for the rebel enemy without caution, earning him a fatal arrow to the heart.

Making perhaps the worst tactical error of his life, Warren had followed to check on his fallen man. The dog, far from done, howled over its master’s fate, thus calling attention to Warren’s presence, too. That was when an arrow from God-only-knew-where in the surrounding woods took him by surprise, its force unseating him. Quick and efficient, these archers were so stealthy he’d never seen their faces.

Now left to travel afoot with a useless sword arm, Warren collapsed at the base of an ancient yew a few yards away from the two bodies. He stripped off his gloves and snapped the arrow’s wooden shaft in half, leaving the barb lodged in his muscle. Ice-hot pain exploded through his chest.

Sang Dieu!” He cradled his throbbing arm and waited, head swimming and shoulder bleeding, as the voices from the skirmish went silent.

All five of his men were dead. He felt it in his bones. Soon he would join them, but not nearly soon enough.

Ever since King Henry had died earlier that year, the Welsh princes had led revolts trying to take back lands they had lost in the Norman invasion. King Stephen, the new usurper, had ordered Warren to claim the Welsh Deheubarth camp of Dinefwr for Warren’s own. All Warren had ever wanted was to gain the respect of his liege. King Stephen had also told Warren to take one of the Welsh princesses for a bride, which, along with promises of clemency and protection, would surely appease the locals. Furthermore, his liege had suggested, the widow of one of the recently fallen princes would be “receptive” to the offer.

How wrong the king had been.

If only Warren had known there would be a rebel spy waiting upon the shore when they landed. Now the entire conroi was dead as a result.

At least none of Warren’s brothers had been with him this time. He could die without more shame hanging over his head. His half-brother would live to look after their little sister. With Warren dying honorably in battle, there would be no more questions of his loyalty, no more whispers of treason.

The dead soldier’s quick end was a blessing compared to Warren’s wound. The arrow in his shoulder wouldn’t budge, proving it was a ruthless Norman barb, probably stolen from one of Warren’s men, and the broken shaft offered no purchase with which to maneuver it. Each time he touched the splintered wood, a burst of fire spread through his chest. His heavy sword was meant for hacking bone, not useful for quickening his death, but perhaps he could knock himself unconscious while he waited for the arms of everlasting rest.

He leaned against the tree and battered the back of his skull, but the beating only made his head ache and his vision blur. The agony of his shoulder remained.

He closed his eyes before the reeling made him vomit.

Despite the absence of wind, the nearby trees rustled softly. Warren cracked an eye open. A hooded rebel stood near De Gouin’s body. As silently as the first, another dark-hooded figure dropped from the branches above. Dressed in deerskin chausses and heavy tunics, they studied the soldier’s corpse. Bon sang!Welsh rebels. Or Cymreig, as they called themselves. The smaller one nudged the dead knight’s arm with a booted foot. Bows resting casually on their backs, the pair hadn’t seemed to notice Warren.

His left hand tightened around the sword’s hilt. One good throw would fell one of the lightweight bastards, but he had no way of fending off the other.

As if sensing Warren’s intentions, the greyhound’s growl deepened, and it glanced uncertainly between Warren and the rebels. The archers were still too far away to hear, too absorbed in retrieving his soldier’s weapons, but the dog might change that. His barking would bring them around, turning their attention to Warren. He couldn’t let that happen. He was ready to die but not to be shamefully taken alive as a hostage for the local chieftain, where he would surely find unimaginable tortures.

He adjusted his grip on the sword in his left hand. His arm shook from the loss of blood.

The beast hunkered over his master’s body, putting more of its belly on top of the man’s chest. Caesar, Warren’s own trained mastiff, would do the same. Now staring into this animal’s brown eyes, he saw unwavering loyalty and trust, so like Caesar’s.

The greyhound licked the dead Welshman’s face, and the sight put a knot in Warren’s throat. He’d never harmed an animal before, nor would he this day.

Before the wary tension in his muscles could relax, the dog woofed in his direction.

Damned traitor!

The enemies swiveled around. Assessing the situation, they drew their swords.

In Warren’s foggy vision, the two swarmed toward him like sylvan elves, multiplying as yet more rebels fell from the tree, at least a half-dozen of his enemies.

The first pair stood over him with weapons extended, while the newcomers surrounded their own fallen warrior and his canine.

Gorthwr fud.” The one who’d kicked De Gouin spoke at him in a puzzle of confusing sounds, but the sneered tone was perfectly clear. More puzzling than the guttural language Warren had been trying to decipher since arriving on the Glamorgan shore a few days ago was the fact that the rebel’s voice was female, low and husky. The accented tones would be interesting, he reckoned, if they weren’t so full of hate.

He blinked hard to clear the cobwebs in his vision. A pale oval shape loomed before him, and soon he focused on a pair of dark golden eyes in a face with skin that seemed to glow as if lit by moonlight. She dropped her hood for a better look at him, revealing wild plaits of flaming red hair, which dangled around her perfect face.

Sandra is the author of historical romances, including the River Rogues series, set in frontier America. With more than 20 years working as a bookseller and then a librarian, she found her true calling in writing. Always looking for the next story to tell, she makes her home on a river in the Ozark Mountains. When not working on her next book, she enjoys doing genealogy research (she’s a descendant of a Norman knight), playing cook for her husband and being the servant to her old grumpy tomcat. She has two sons in college and loves sharing lengthy discussions about the books they read. Sandra also loves hearing from her readers.

COBER REVEAL ~ UNRULY BY CORA BRENT

 

 

Unruly 

by: Cora Brent

Publication Date: May 2015

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Synopsis

Forbidden hookups are rarely simple.  

Claudia Giordano only plans to be home long enough to watch her eternally irresponsible father marry her high school nemesis.  

She never expects to embark on some horny sex odyssey with a wild nineteen-year-old baseball player.    

Easton Malone is cocky, crude and off-limits on so many levels.

That hot, reckless week should never have happened.  The only option is to forget.    

But life’s triumphs and heartbreaks keep bringing Easton and Claudia together again.  

And again….

 

In the beginning they only find lust.

At the end they find each other.  

Along the way they find everything else.  

 

WARNING:  

There will be sex.  (A lot of it.) 

There will be grief.  (You might find yourself ugly crying.)

But there will also be redemption in the face of tragedy.  

And yes, love will prevail.  

 

 

 

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Cora Brent was born in a cold climate and escaped as soon as it was legally possible. Now, she lives in the desert with her husband, two kids and a prickly pear cactus she has affectionately named ‘Spot’. Cora’s closet is filled with boxes of unfinished stories that date back her 1980’s childhood and all her life she has dreamed of being an author.  Amazingly, she is now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of contemporary romance and begs not to be awakened from this dream.

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Vampire House of Pleasure by Rose Wynters

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TITLE – The Vampire’s House of Pleasure – Part One

SERIES – The Vampire’s House of Pleasure

AUTHOR – Rose Wynters

GENRE – Vampire Romance, Time Travel Romance

PUBLICATION DATE – 3/16/15

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 69 pages/ 20,850

PUBLISHER – Rose Wynters

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BOOK SYNOPSIS

Violet was fascinated with the legends and lore of New Orleans. She was so fascinated that she left everything behind to run a B&B in the French Quarter. But she never imagined that vampires were really real… not until the night she found herself swept back in time to 1797.

 

Beaten and scared, Violet quickly realizes she’s trapped… and in the most exotic bordello of all. But its clients aren’t mortal, at least not anymore. Locked in an era that’s not her own, she must find a way to escape from the powerful lure of vampire seductiveness… before it’s too late.

 

 

 

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EXCERPT

The fortune teller laughed to herself as she watched the red-haired mortal racing away. Fortune teller, indeed. It was a role, but an effective one. She’d pushed her further than she’d originally planned, but it didn’t matter. Violet’s fate had already been set into motion. There was nothing that the other woman could do to stop it, even once she realized the truth.

 

Theodosia tongued her erupted right fang, enjoying the heady taste that came from the droplet of blood, before smiling in satisfaction. The debt she owed could never fully be repaid, but that wasn’t uncommon when it came to matters of life… or death. But Theodosia wasn’t one to forget, especially when she found herself in the role of being indebted to another. It had taken hundreds of years, and more than a little black magic, but it was done.

 

Whether it would end in triumph or tragedy, she didn’t know. And really, she didn’t care. She’d done her part, the outcome was out of her control. A tall, muscular man walked by, his blood hot and heated from exertion. Her stomach growled, her thoughts turning carnal. Silently, she willed a nearby pedestrian to her table, before gifting the unassuming female the contents. In her life, she had little need of trinkets that foretold of her future. She controlled her own destiny, and fate answered to her.

 

Imagining how good the young man would taste, Theodosia disappeared into the crowd with a seductive, mysterious smile on her face.

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I’ve often been asked how I’m inspired to write about werewolves, immortals, and zombies. The answer is easy. I adore them.

 

Be it the Wolf Town Guardians or the Endurers, these characters have been a joy to write about. And why not? What woman wouldn’t love a sexy immortal male or a long-lived werewolf that is destined to have them?

 

Not all of my books contain plus-sized heroines, but many of them do. I believe in true love and true love isn’t based on a size tag. If you agree with this, I think you will enjoy my books.

 

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✴🎈✴SPOTLIGHT~Whitby After Dark, Lenore Lee Tale #1, by Stella Coulson✴🎈✴

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Whitby After Dark, Lenore Lee Tale #1, Author:  Stella Coulson.                                                     Publisher:  Vamptasy Publishing   
Release Date:  April 25, 2015
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Lenore Lee wants nothing more than to make new friends in her new town of Whitby, Yorkshire, and to forget about the disturbing dreams that hold her captive at night. But what she discovers in Whitby, might be even more disturbing than the dreams. Dreams which may hold the key to her survival in the hidden world of the Supernatural…

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Dreams of death may be the only thing that can save her life.

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Author of Whitby After Dark. I am a green eyed brunette (sometimes red) who loves  writing both stories and poetry. I am a big reader – I adore books, painting, writing, poetry and meditation.I believe happiness depend on those we help and who we bring into our lives, than material superficial gain (for that is fleeting). I adore animals, particularly cats and dogs.
I adore Steampunk & Dieselpunk. I prefer Tesla to Edison. If eternal life ever was possible and came into fruition, I’d spend it learning all I could and watching the world evolve, technology expand and possibly seeing mankind colonize on other worlds. I would see as much of the world as I could and learn new languages, skills and abilities. Would only accept such a gift though if I could share it with someone – For I’d rather live a short life having loved than a eternity without it.

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Awakening Her Desires by Cassidy K. O’Connor

Keara lives a peaceful life with her faery clan in the hills of Ireland. She is nearing her coming of age ceremony where she is to choose her mate for life. Her instincts are telling her that she is meant for more than this simple life.

A chance encounter in a nearby human town reveals another clan to Keara. The Laochra Gra are faery women who have sworn allegiance to Queen Cliodhana. They use magic and seduction to protect human’s from falling prey to the evil Lianhan Shee. Any man who falls for the Lianhan Shee will die a horrific death. The Loachra Gra must pair these men with their soul mates before that can happen.

Will Keara do what is expected of her by her clan or join up with the Laochra Gra to save mankind?

** This is the Prequel to the Love’s Protector Series. Books 1 and 2 are already out!

***This is an 18+ Erotic novella***

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I open the door and can’t help the giggle that escapes.

“Um Mom, I don’t think we have enough food.”

The look on her face when she sees how many women have shown up is awesome. I am pleased to see Sarah and her mother at the front of the line. They hand mom a plate of brownies and look back at the crowd gathered behind them.

“We had a feeling this would be popular so we told the elders we needed the hall for another practice run. How about we move this party over there?”

A few of the women push in and start grabbing the food and drinks we had set out. A short walk later, we have everything laid out in the hall. As people are grabbing food and drinks, I take a minute to count. There are thirty two women of varying ages. I don’t understand why so many are here.<br /

Mom shushes everyone and asks us all to sit.

“I must say, when I planned this meeting I only expected it to be Keara and a few of her friends. I hope we all can share our knowledge and maybe learn something as well. Would anyone like to start?”

Glenna, one of the clan elders, stands up.

“When my Samuel was alive, he loved it when I shaved his balls.”

There is quite a bit of sputtering and choking from around the room.

“That’s not all, he also liked to suck my toes.”

“Well, thank you, Glenna, for jumping right in. Maybe we should start with a more general topic and work our way into the details.”

Glenna shrugs and sits back down.

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In a story deep in the beginning of where magic and faes began the author has created this story for our entertainment. And even though it was a short story it is meant to be the beginning of a wonderful start to a new series.  In my opinion the author did a great job with the plot. She gives you a peak into what is to come but without the cliffhanger.  The characters are well explained and also each have their own mission in this jewel of a story. If you have a few and want to try a new series then this is one to see, I am anxious to see what she will actually do with the full stories.  Especially,  since we do get the back storyline of the tribes in this one. And the main character has one of the hardest decision to make what will she choose keep following and read to see.

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Cassidy K O’Connor is a born and raised Floridian who loves to travel but never forgets where her roots are. She married her high school sweetheart, they have 3 kids and a crazy dog. Travelling and reading are her two favorite hobbies. Cassidy loves all things Ireland and has been lucky enough to visit twice. Her first book ‘The Evolution of Sam’ was published August of 2014 and she has plans for many more.

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🎈Happy Release ~ Betrothed by Lola White🎈

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In witching society, magic and politics are the only things that matter, and marriages are arranged for advantage rather than love.

But neither Ileana Lovasz nor Eliasz Levy are looking for love. Humiliated by a string of broken betrothals, Ileana only wants freedom from her manipulative grandfather. Eliasz simply wants an alliance with Ileana’s brother Silviu, a man rising through the witching ranks. That is, until the Lovasz woman arrives at his home and stirs up emotions he’d never thought to feel.

 

Silviu has bigger things on his mind than his sister’s marriage. Georgeanne Davenold, Silviu’s betrothed and the key to his rise in power, is back in his life after a ten year separation that left her distrustful of his intentions. Their union is a novelty, spanning the divide between Matriarchal and Patriarchal Families. Their union is also alarming, combining the influence and magic of two witches only heard of in myth and legend.

 

Ileana, Eliasz, Silviu and Georgie must build an alliance that will help them all get what they want but, with too many lies and too many enemies, the game they’re playing turns deadly. When the two women come under attack, neither Silviu nor Eliasz knows which is the target. They only know they will protect the women their hearts have claimed as their own, even though that means defying the traditions of witching society, risking every goal they hold dear and confronting the dangerous members of their own families.

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“Georgeanne Davenold is now old enough for me to do exactly as I wish to her, without her Family’s interference.”

 

Vasile stared at his son for a long moment, leaving Silviu feeling weighed and measured, evaluated in a way he’d grown used to, years before. It still wasn’t easy to keep calm under the silver stare.

 

“Don’t lose your head, my boy. This isn’t some female to take without consideration.”

 

Silviu hefted a brow. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

 

Vasile scowled. “You put your damned heart on your sleeve and you’ll lose every advantage you’re likely to gain with that girl. She’s been molded in Madeleine’s image. Do not underestimate her.”

 

“That’s exactly what you want, Father. A woman as strong as Madeleine. Her entire life has been arranged by you for that very reason. She was always meant to be Madeleine’s second reign.”

 

“And your first, but she’s your weakness,” Vasile spat, abruptly leaning forward in his chair. One rigid finger drilled into his desktop, emphasizing his point. “I don’t know what the hell it is about her, but I could see it the moment you met. Do not jeopardize all we’ve worked toward for a female who will never allow you to be her weakness. She has her own agenda and, with the sole exception of that Beltane night, she’s never given us any reason to think she would be willing to put it aside to please you!”

 

Surprise held Silviu for a breathless moment, a hideous vulnerability sweeping over him at how easily his father had read him. He cleared his throat with effort. “We both want to lead the covens. What makes you think her agenda wouldn’t match mine, if properly explained to her?”

 

“You won’t win the heart of a matriarchal female,” Vasile countered. “You’re too…male, for any of them. So, don’t even bother to try.”

 

Silviu hid the fear spearing through him by slouching back in his chair, a deliberate insouciance that was all that ever truly fooled his father. “I know. It’s a political alliance, not a love match.”

 

Vasile lost some of the tension in his shoulders. “Only Georgeanne can unlock your full potential, only she can provide a conduit for all the magic that should rightfully be yours. Together, you could join the Families, power from both sides of the Schism. Just think! You will rule with your combined power over all the covens.”

 

“Just as you wanted, Father.”

 

With one last searching glance, Vasile shifted back in his chair, a crafty gleam sparkling in the depths of the eyes he finally turned on his daughter. “Eliasz wants you.”

 

“That’s ridiculous,” she scoffed. “He doesn’t even know me.”

 

Vasile shook his head. “There is no earthly reason why the powerful Levys would want to ally themselves with our Family except Eliasz’s lust. We aren’t politically relevant.”

 

“But that will change,” Silviu said.

 

“Yes, but no one in the Levy Family knows the extent of my plans.” Vasile raised a brow at Ileana. “You will do everything in your power to keep Eliasz’s attention and win his heart. Do you understand me?”

 

Ileana’s eyes went wide. “Throwing me into Eliasz’s bed, then?”

 

Vasile pointedly eyed the tiny skirt riding high on his daughter’s thighs. “Are you going to tell me you’re a virgin?”

 

“I won’t tell you anything on the matter at all, Father.” Ileana cocked her head. “What makes you think this time will be any different from before? Grandfather is going to find some reason to pull back from this alliance.”

 

Vasile’s hard face went rigid. A low growl ripped from his throat. “The old fool has no idea how much he’s cost this Family. He is the reason we have no power in the witching world, but so long as he wields the magic of our bloodline we have no weapon strong enough to bring him down.”

 

“We need this alliance,” Silviu said, turning to take Ileana’s cold fingers and squeezing gently. He tried to give her comfort, hope. For so long, they’d been each other’s support in the face of their Family’s machinations. “The Levys are no joke, Iley. This one will go through.”

 

“You can’t promise that,” she argued.

 

“We’ll do our best.” Vasile rapped his knuckles against his desktop. “But you’ll have to do your part, girl. Wrap that man around your finger. I know you can do it. You can be very charming when you put your mind to it. People naturally like you.”

 

“Convince him to elope with me, perhaps?”

 

“If need be, yes.”

 

“I’ll see what I can do.”

 

Silviu glanced at his sister, the sudden calmness in her voice sounding alarms in his skull. She only used that tone when she was about to challenge the archaic, patriarchal rules they were forced to live by.

 

Vasile seemed unaware as he moved on to his favorite subject-intrigue. “Now, as for the meeting with the Levys, I will expect very specific things from both of you.”

 

It was nearly the witching hour before they were given permission to leave their father’s presence, lectures and orders still ringing in Silviu’s ears. When he slipped out into the cold hallway, he shut the study door behind him carefully, calmly and with complete control.

 

Only then did he lean back against the wall, close his eyes and let a shudder born of too many emotions to fully contain roll through him. Tension and intrigue fell from his shoulders, making him feel half his weight, now that his father’s focused gaze was no longer resting on him.

 

“Now’s your chance, Silver,” Ileana whispered.

 

He nodded. “And yours. We will both be bolder than we’ve ever dared before.”

 

“I’ll give it everything I have,” she promised.

 

Dragging in a deep breath, gathering his cracking armor of calm around him once more, Silviu set off toward his bedroom, making his own plans for Georgeanne Davenold that had nothing to do with politics, and everything to do with pleasure.

 

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Lola White writes what she writes, which is erotic fiction. Sometimes horror, sometimes paranormal, sometimes romance. It’s all sexy, but never predictable because she likes to twist reality at its edges in her stories. She likes delving into the emotions of her characters, finding their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing (and showing) how they get themselves out of whatever trouble has found them-if they can. Don’t try to label her collection of tales beyond the most basic description, EROTICA, because she writes whatever story comes to mind, whatever speaks to her. She’s certain something in her library will speak to you, too.

 

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