Familiar Magic
It’s a Wonderful Fright – Veronica Wilde
Willow’s always been a good witch … until a bad witch hexes her sex life on Halloween.
Now she’s ready to throw her old life away for the thrill of working dark magic on every man she desires. To convince her otherwise, a pair of ghostly guides give her a taste of her life as a cruel and sexy hex mistress–a life of necromancy, debauchery, and some very submissive male slaves. But when Willow falls for the one man she can’t have in her powerful new world, she realizes that her old life was a wonderful fright indeed.
Familiar Magic – AJ Hampton
With only two days until the full moon Trenton Gregory realizes he’s got a lot more to worry about than being the area enforcer. Samantha Monroe, his destined mate, wants him to be her familiar. Fighting hormones, a pack of wolves who want him dead, the real challenge will be making it to Halloween in one piece.
Zombies Are People Too – Tiffany Aaron
Tarsala Jones, Private Investigator and journalist, has spent over a year searching out the origin of the Halloween zombie virus. Tarsala is sure there’s a sinister reason behind the outbreak. Before she can find the culprit, she has to deal with a libel suit against her.
Christopher LaRoi has the distasteful job of delivering the papers his sister-in-law filed against Tarsala Jones for libel. Chris prides himself on being in control at all times, but Tarsala blows him out of the water with her smart mouth and gorgeous body. He vows to stay as far away from her as he can.
Impossible when Tarsala appears everywhere Chris goes. Is she following him, or is she following the trail of the zombie virus?
An excerpt from Familiar Magic…
A slow, predatory grin lifted the right side of his mouth. He had been thinking about sex. Leaning in close, he dropped his voice. “I’m thinking about getting you naked. You want me to be the first what?”
That got her attention. The first subtle scent of her arousal hit his nose. One day he was going to bury his face in her pussy and smell nothing but her. Rich, sweet. He couldn’t wait to find out if she tasted as good as she smelled.
It took only a few seconds for the anger to fade. The light, airy tone of her voice that was so damn addictive made his heart beat faster. “And to think I defended you when Miah told me you were a moron.”
She never could stay mad at him. Grabbing his beer, he tipped his chair back so it rested on two legs. It took balance and concentration, neither of which he had at the moment. That’s where the appeal lay. He took a long drink from the bottle.
That was the moment she decided to sucker punch him.
“Iwantyoutotakemyvirginity,” she blurted.
If it was one word or an entire sentence, he wasn’t sure. She spoke it so quickly it took him a few seconds to translate. The light bulb inside his brain clicked to life, and everything else went dark.
“Wha…” His stammer turned into a choking fit. Talking and drinking, turned out, were hard to do.
He coughed, sputtered, his eyes watering, and he pounded his chest. At the sudden movement, his chair gave out. He flipped backward; his arms flayed in circles. Crack. The back of his head slammed against the ground and stole his breath. For the second time that night, he’d caused the room to grow silent.
It was his brother’s laughter that spilled out first. It spurred on a cheer, some clapping, and a few hoots and hollers. He stared up at the ceiling, breathless. The paper ghoul he’d watched earlier that night stared down at him with two black, uneven eyes. Even it was laughing at him.
Sam was a virgin. She wanted him to rectify that. He was a moron.
Boots echoed. He could feel the vibration of every step. With one leg on either side of his waist Sam bent over him and came into view. Her necklace fell forward and into a beam of light. A sparkling facet hit his eye.
“You okay?” Her bottom lip was between her teeth. Laughter danced in her big brown eyes.
He reacted on instinct. Her wrist disappeared in his grasp. He pulled. Falling forward, she landed on his chest with a startled gasp. His hands caught her at her waist, steadying her fall. He adjusted her weight, and in the process, pressed his cock against the juncture of her thighs. A low, deep groan rumbled from his chest. Fully hard, he pressed against her clit. Need smoldered in her eyes. Heat jumped between them, and the only thing he could focus on was the scent of her arousal and the way her magic surrounded him.
His hands moved from her hips, up. Under her shirt, his calloused palm stroked along her back, tracing the slight texture of her tattoo. He passed the clasp of her bra and kept moving higher until he found the place where her neck melted into her shoulders. Touching her was like dipping into a cool lake on a hot summer day. He cupped her shoulders and pushed down. He wanted her to feel just how much he wanted her.
He glanced from her mouth to her eyes and back, and his heart started to race. Hot, erratic, his rapid breathing painted across her lips as he began to close the distance between them. All the reasons he had for pushing her away faded. The only thing stopping him was fear. Fear of her leaving him; fear of his getting hurt and leaving her. Everyone died; it was how you spent your time living that counted.
“What are you doing?” He’d never heard her voice so low, or so throaty.
Using his hands as leverage, he pulled her down until there was no air between them. Her breasts were small, soft against his chest. It was a sharp contrast to the hard pebble of her pendant.
“This,” he whispered just seconds before he captured her mouth.
