Mary and Craig are finally getting it on for your reading pleasure. These two might not be as overwhelming as Amber was, but they sure are stubborn.
I will be running around the internet today. Tweeting, playing on Facebook, and causing declarations of shenanigans wherever possible.
The amazing Kanaxa made a kickass cover for this book. Mary and Craig aren't loud, but when they fight back they aren't shy about destroying anyone who stands in their way. They have a strength that radiates and only Mary can see the lovely mating aura that surrounds them. It's all captured beautifully on this cover.
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For now...Here's a little excerpt to wet your appetite.
Love's a Witch (June 2014)
EXCERPT:
Craig
Thoughts of sharing a room with Mary started to trickle into
my brain, and in the next instant there she was standing in front of me. Blue
diamond eyes looked up into mine. It was like I’d called her.
“Are you coming?” She
had no idea how the buzz she had going made her words sound. The question
should have been innocent enough. It was her breathlessness at hurrying into
the room, and the way her pupils dilated that had very un-innocent thoughts
banging around in my brain.
I couldn’t help the growl. “Not yet.”
She stepped back, shook herself off a bit, and then started
backing into the doorway. “Oh…well…um…don’t blame me if Amber eats your food.
She’s been eating a lot. Even for her. And…well…your choice. Ow!”
She tripped and fell on her butt, a ripple bouncing through
her frame. How was a guy not supposed to think of her breasts bouncing for
other, much more fun, reasons? I grabbed her hand to help her up. Lacking some
of my famous self-control, I pulled a little hard. A squeak from her and she
crashed into me. Her soft curves felt amazing pressed against my body. A deep
breath and I knew I wasn’t the only one affected. She was getting wet just
being close to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a bad looking guy. I was used to
having women respond to me, but this was different. Hers was a scent I couldn’t
ignore, and it caused my wolf to fight harder.
“Save me a plate, Mary. I’ll be in there in a minute.”
“Uh huh.” Making women breathless was fun. Making Mary
breathless was dangerous.
This was something more than playful. Before my brain could
process anything else, something on her neck really caught my attention. Right
where her collarbone met the veins tracing delicately along the column of her
throat I could see her pulse. I tilted my head to get a better look. She
squirmed against me. She was getting wetter being held. So little Mary had some
submissive tendencies. Interesting.
I couldn’t stop staring at that spot. What was that? I hated
mysteries. Investigation was necessary. My wolf suddenly grabbed the reigns and
he pushed my tongue from my mouth. I started laving Mary’s neck. She stiffened,
but immediately softened with a moan. Her scent surrounded me and gave my wolf
even more hold. I was drunk on her, and let my wolf hold my body up.
Then my teeth lengthened. A bone jarring feeling that hit me
when I scraped them against her supple skin. It was the only thing that made me
take the control back. Cold washed over me as my wolf’s intentions became all
too obvious to my human brain.
He wanted more than sex from this woman. My wolf wanted Mary
as his mate. She was mine. This was exactly what I had been trying to avoid.
She couldn’t be mine. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
Mary was still in my arms. She arched her back. The softness
of her belly pressed against an erection that had a mind of its own. My wolf
grabbed hold of my lust and pushed through. She smelled so good. I needed just
one more taste. Just a little one.
