One in particular might prove the most delicious of desserts...
Publication Date: January 18, 2016
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: A Witches Night Out #4
Under magical house arrest in her great-grandmother’s suburban cottage, college graduate and reluctant earth mage Shelley Dupree whiles away most mornings spying on the warlock next door. Though erotic daydreams offer some distraction, she faces long working hours, cash flow problems, and a repeat burglar. On Valentine’s Day, she sets a trap for the mysterious intruder, intent on ending his crime streak once and for all. But her scheming cat familiar foils her best-laid plans, and, with a little help from Madame Eve’s 1-Night Stand service, she discovers a far more dangerous species of magical feline.
After moving in next to a ramshackle building on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., pastry chef Adrien Chatdurois is plagued by repeat sexual fantasies starring the same curvy brunette. In a state of constant arousal, he devotes his early mornings to grueling exercise and spends the rest of his day handcrafting the city’s best chocolates. When his younger brother stirs up trouble on the shop’s busiest day, the frustrated shifter is forced to pay a surprise visit on his reclusive neighbor. He soon learns not all witches are wart-covered hags, and one in particular might prove the most delicious of desserts.
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“Stop hogging the binoculars.
It’s my turn to ogle the warlock next door.”
Ignoring the high-pitched whine,
Shelley Dupree zoomed in on a pair of sweat-slicked pecs. A prolonged spying
session on her new neighbor seemed the perfect cure for Valentine’s Day
doldrums. Though Dulcina, her best friend and cat familiar, could turn into an
absolute pest when thwarted, the reward for tuning out her incessant requests
superseded all risk. After all, Shelley needed to stock up on copious amounts
of drool-worthy imagery. How else was a single witch on house arrest supposed
to while away the most romantic night of the year?
Prolonged sexual frustration had
long since warped her brain, part of the reason she couldn’t tear her gaze from
the delicious male specimen on the other side of her crumbling wall. As she
watched the man execute a strict pull-up over his doorjamb, her lips tingled.
She imagined trailing them over his lightly tanned chest, pictured herself
tracing those rippling muscles with slow, sipping kisses.
Her tongue darted to wet the
corner of her mouth as she envisioned sliding her hands under the waistband of
his red workout shorts. She’d fuel his arousal with teasing strokes before
catching the fabric between her teeth and yanking the garment off.
His body lowered, filling her
magnified view with a visage stunning enough to choke off her next breath.
Thick fringes of sooty lashes framed dreamy, moss-green eyes. His pale skin
darkened to a rusty hue as he sped up the repetitions. Glistening with
perspiration, midnight curls clung to his sharp, slanting cheekbones. An
overlong forelock snaked down to graze his pronounced nasal bridge.
With his lips pursed and eyes
narrowed, the intense, menacing expression he wore added fodder to her
prolonged sexual fantasy. She could almost feel his coarse chest hair rasping
her chin and cheeks, taste salt as she explored the expanse of taut, supple
flesh. Her pulse raced, her erratic heartbeat a warm flurry over each
fingertip.
As if by magic, his waistband
slipped down his hips, sending his shorts pooling to his ankles before they
dropped to the floor. Entranced by the unexpected striptease, her attention
zeroed in on his penis. Even from afar, the warlock didn’t disappoint.
With a contented sigh, she
imagined tracing the ridge, swirling her tongue over the long, thick shaft
before taking the engorged tip into her mouth. While she contemplated the way
he might taste, deep grooves formed between his thick brows. His full, sensuous
lips flattened into a grim line.
She closed her eyes and ventured
deeper into the familiar daydream, a moan catching in her throat as his
erection slid back and forth over her flesh. Instead of the binocular’s cold
metal chilling her hands, the toned, flexing ass she’d always admired warmed
her palms and fingers. She took him deeper, until she could almost feel the
head brushing the back of her throat. A hoarse, masculine groan echoed between
her ears when she hollowed her cheeks and—
“Meow!” A quintet of sharp claws
swiped down her calf, the sudden pain shattering her erotic fantasy.
Spinning around, she nudged at
the brown, shorthaired cat with her toe. Her friend must really want attention
if she’d resorted to shifting into her hated feline form. A familiar stockpiled
more magic as animal than human, so the amount of time her companion spent
coughing up fur balls around the house directly correlated with the accuracy of
her premonitions.
For whatever reason, the witch
preferred to keep the future at bay.
“Damn it, Sweets.” She tapped
her foot on the diabolical cat’s head. “Scat. If you don’t stop bugging me,
I’ll tell your boyfriend you’ve been gawking at another man on a daily basis.”
Arching her spine in a sinuous
stretch, the feline stuck out her tongue.
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