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This is one warlock willing to give his little Trixie a delicious treat…
A familiar has to be careful when letting a warlock have his way with her. Especially if she’s a bit inexperienced. But when Forrest sets his sights on Trixie, nothing will stand in his way, not even her own insecurities. Trixie is one full figured familiar worth having for his own.
If that woman didn’t quit swishing her hips when she walked by him, Forrest was going to turn her over his knee. The resulting spanking would likely end with her beneath him, clawing his back and screaming his name. If he were lucky. He felt decidedly lucky. With Halloween approaching and his magick burning inside him, filling him with more power than he had at any other time of the year, the resulting rush was like a firebrand across his senses.
The woman in question was none other than Trixie Lance, the local familiar coven’s good girl. Of course, “good” was a relative term. That whole house was a bunch of animals. Literally. Each of them had an alternate animal form, and they loved to party.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” And that would be Zyan, his best friend and the one man who could see right through him.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Zyan toed a chair around to straddle it, resting his hands on the back. Music blared through the bar where Forrest watched his little familiar. “Well, you have to admit. There’s not been a sock on the door in more weeks than I can count, and you’re always either here or at the familiar coven. No’ that I blame you.” Zyan shook his head as Trixie walk by once again, the other man’s eyes giving her backside an appreciative once over. “That woman’s got an arse to inspire sonnets.”
“Stop looking at her ass,” Forrest bit out through clenched teeth.
“Kinda hard to miss, that.” Zyan grinned. “Nice and round, just right to grip while she rides—”
“I will fuck you up so bad you’ll need a slew of familiars feeding you mystical energy to heal.”
Over the centuries of their friendship, Zyan had adopted a Scottish accent because it “dropped panties faster than Mardi Gras.” Forrest had to admit the man had a point. Which was why he didn’t like him anywhere near Trixie.
“Then do somethin’ about it before someone else does.” Zyan shook his head, making a tisking sound as he sucked in a breath. “A man could get lost in that wee beauty.”
Didn’t he just know it?
The Dark Moon is a magical time for this warlock and his familiar…
As a familiar, Blyss stays away from witches and warlocks as a rule, lest one take her against her will. But when she’s dared to sneak into the house at the end of the block, she gets more than she bargained for.Rilyn, the sexy as hell and ultra powerful warlock is about to claim his mate and tie her to him. The binding will be unbreakable, the magic unstoppable. By the dark of the new moon, he will take the lovely Blyss to paradise with a little… Dark Moon Magic.
Coming soon to a Halloween party near you…
Death… is only the beginning
Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.
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