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Ellora's Cave
ISBN: 9781419913846
Genre: Paranormal |
Sweet and Spicy Spells--October 31, 2007
Co-Authored with Author Renee Fields
Two sisters, two brothers — and a whole lot of sexy spells.
Kisha hasn't been able to cast a single correct spell. Not a good thing when you're a witch. Kisha has two days to master her powers and Foster is the wizard who's been sent to help. To kick-start her system, Kisha has to discover the uninhibited joys of orgasms, and Foster is more than happy to use his "wand" for the task.
Priscilla is perfect — tall, busty and beautiful. All Hallow's Eve coincides with the annual Cauldron Cup where Priscilla has to defend her title. What she isn't expecting is Zack Kane to zap back into her life after five years. Passion flares as spells and clothing fly.
When the siblings uncover a plot to assassinate the members of the witch council, they must put their differences aside to save the council…and themselves.
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“Sweet and Spicy Spells was a great introduction to Renee Field and Christine d’Abo for me. I thoroughly enjoyed the interplay between couples and between siblings. The four characters shared the spotlight wonderfully and were entirely too much fun, if there is such a thing.” Fallen Angel Reviews
Priscilla leaned forward so her nose brushed his. Her lips were only a hair’s distance away.” And what did they so rudely interrupt? I thought you’d tied everything up?”
He didn’t back down. Not that she’d expected he would. Instead, Zack smiled and placed a single kiss on the end of her nose.
“Why winning the Champion’s Cup. What else is there?”
She didn’t move. The smile that had been on her lips was still in place, but inside her head Priscilla was screaming No Fucking Way! There were a lot of things Zack could do better than she could — pee standing up for example — but there was no way he could beat her in the Cup.
Priscilla began to laugh. She knew she shouldn’t, that it would only serve to piss Zack off more, but she couldn’t help it. And she couldn’t stop it.
“You want to…” was all she could manage for several minutes.
“I was favored to win before I had to withdraw back then. Besides, I think you’ve gotten a bit too big for your broomstick, Prissy. I can’t wait to bring you down a peg or two,”
The dark brown of his eyes was almost swallowed up by the blacks of his pupils. That was a surefire sign that despite the playfulness in his voice, he was getting pissed off.
Priscilla finally managed to stop laughing, and needed a moment to compose herself.
Zack didn’t move back, keeping his face dangerously close to hers.
When she was finally ready, Priscilla sighed and snuggled down deep into the chair, buying herself another inch of space. “Zack darling, other wizards have tried. But they just don’t have the…” she made a point of looking down at his crotch, “the spells to beat me.”
He smiled at her and captured her chin in his hand. The warmth of his skin sunk into hers and she had to fight against the urge to sigh.
“Prissy, my spells are more than big enough to handle you.”
“That’s what they all say. But each and every one of them goes home with a broken wand,” she said and winked at him.
She knew better than to taunt a wizard of Zack’s power and ability, but she couldn’t help it. There was something about him, something that pushed her to the limits of her control and dared her to tease him. For his part, Zack seemed to enjoy their banter, even if she did push him. She doubted anyone dared to take him on, and even wizards liked a challenge on occasion.
As long as his wand wasn’t getting insulted.
Christine d'Abo ©
2007
Ellora's Cave
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