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ADVENTURES OF A WITCHY WALLFLOWER is a paranormal romance with lots of comedy. I'm posting an except here. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
He focused in on her in a way that made her wary. “You really don’t dance?”
“No. I have two left feet, Jake. If you value yours, you’d be wise to give up the idea of teaching me.”
“I’m always up for a challenge.”
Did he just use her own words against her?
“Anyone who’s daring enough to try and transport a polar bear to the wilds of Alaska can’t be afraid of a little two-stepping.”
She jumped at the chance to distract him. “Is said polar bear still in the hallway?”
“No. Gee Gee put him back downstairs in the basement. And after our shopping expedition with her, I’ll explain what she said happened.”
“Why not tell me now?”
“Because with the lights down low and the smell of candles burning, it’s the perfect moment to dance.” He grasped her hand and slipped an arm around her to rest a hand against the upper curve of her back, being careful not to crowd her or force her against him.
“What about music?” Her hand automatically found a place on his muscular shoulder.
He snapped his fingers and some slow dance music started. She wondered if he had perfected that move with all the women he probably dated.
“Now to start with, we’re just going to draw a box using our feet.” Though they were standing inches apart, the heat from his body seemed to reach out and blend with hers. And he was only expending a tiny bit of magic to play the music, but it was like a force field wrapping around her, shooting tempting tingles down her nerve endings and stealing her breath.
“I’m going to take a step forward with my right foot, then bring my feet together, while you take a step back with your left and do the same. Then we’ll go to my left, back, and to the right, like we’re tracing a box with our feet. Want to give it a try?”
She nodded, even though her legs felt like rubber.
“Back—right—forward—left. Back—right—forward—left,” he counted off as they moved together. “Just relax and listen to the music.”
Relax! Relax! How could she relax with every sweep of his magic caressing her skin? Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the pulsing red stone on the counter as it began to flare hotter. “Jake—”
He glanced over his shoulder and dove for the floor, taking her with him. A loud pop sounded, and red particles ricocheted off the cabinets like BBs. Jake bobbed back up to look down at her, his blue eyes wide with concern. “You okay?”
With his hard masculine form pressing down on her and his wide muscular shoulders shielding her, she was more than just all right. If he’d move just a little more to the right she’d be in seventh heaven.
Her mouth was dry and her voice weak as she said. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
The shift in his expression from concern to something more sent her heart soaring.
“How well can you see without your glasses, Madeline?”
“I’m blind as a blind bat.”
He reached for her glasses and removed them.
The world turned fuzzy. “What are you doing, Jake?”
“I want to see what you’re hiding.”
“I’m not hiding, I just like to be able to see.”
His chest brushed her breasts, and his mouth settled over hers, soft and warm. Every bone in her body turned to jelly. When his tongue brushed her lip in a bid for entry, she raised a hand to cup the back of his neck and parted her mouth. The featherlight caress of his tongue against hers intensified the tempting ache between her legs, and she fought the need to move against him.
The sound of Hopper landing beside them came close to her ear. His deep bullfrog voice croaked, “The house is on fire.”
“Not yet.” Jake kissed her again.
“No. The house really is on fire.”
Jake’s head jerked up. “Holy shit!” He rolled off her and leapt to his feet.
Madeline felt around on the floor for her glasses. Hopper handed them to her, and she shoved them on her face and hurried after Jake.
Jake grabbed a large pot lid they used earlier and forced it down over the flames shooting up from the plate of stones. It wasn’t a physical fire, but a much hotter, magical one. The haze and a stench like burned plastic saturated the kitchen as the fire subsided and finally died down.
Madeline rushed to open the windows and door to air out the house.
Jake grabbed some kitchen mitts and took the plate with the lid still atop it to the backyard and set it down. She hurried after him, concerned for his safety. He waved the mitt to dispel the smoke and flipped the lid off the plate. “It’s out.”
ADVENTURES OF A WITCHY WALLFLOWER
For fifty years Madeline Montgomery has taught magic-challenged witches how to cast spells. And she’s good at it. When she loses her job at the college, she’s thrown into an identity crisis. If she can’t teach what will she do?
Broke and desperate, Jake Cunningham has borrowed money from the wrong witches. With a moniker like Jake The Rake floating around, he hasn’t a chance of finding his next mark. Until he’s made an offer he can’t refuse—meet Madeline and he’ll be a hundred thousand dollars richer.
When Jake shows up on Madeline’s doorstep asking for her help, it’s a goddess-send. While she teaches him to spell, he brings a different kind of magic into her life. For the first time she wants to throw caution to the wind and let her heart lead the way. But Jake insists he has a curse and if she gets too close she’ll end up hating him.
But she’s an expert at magic and a curse can be broken. Or can it?
HAVE WAND, WILL TRAVEL
A soul-sucking wand, a witch, a vampire, and a hellhound. ‘Nuff Said.
Private detective and gifted witch Zaira O’Shea has built her reputation on her ability to always find her relic, magical device, or man. When the Witches’ Council hires her to find and return a stolen wand, she can’t refuse, and she’s eager to recover the device. Until the clues lead her to a vampire with fallen-angel good looks, and talents that don’t require a bite to lead her into temptation.
History professor and vampire Christophe Bakas has brushed off his cat burglar skills to steal a powerful wand for the Vampire Council, but only because they are holding his uncle hostage. When he meets Zaira, he hopes he’s found someone who’ll help with the rescue. But from their first teleportation he’s hooked on more than her flying skills.
The more they learn about the wand, the more Chris and Zaira believe neither council can be trusted with the dangerous device. With both councils closing in, they’re forced to go on the run. Only the vacationing High Priestess can make sure the wand isn’t used to destroy the careful balance between witch and vampire kind.
If they can find her.
ONCE BITTEN TWICE SHY
Phoebe Stewart only agreed to marry Trevor Ricci to secure peace between their warring vampire clans. When her groom poisons her during the wedding ceremony, and her life expectancy falls from forever to a week, “till death do you part” takes on a whole new meaning. When she catches up with her new husband, she intends to stake and roast the traitorous, narcissistic weenie.
Especially now she’s met Hunter Knox, the bad boy alpha vampire she’s been waiting for her whole death.
Agent Hunter Knox works for the National Vampire Security Council. When a poison that can actually kill their species surfaces, he’s dead set on finding and destroying it. But once he meets Phoebe, and realizes she only has days to live, the need for an antidote takes priority.
And the more he gets to know her, the more he suspects she may be as important to vampire kind as she’s becoming to him.
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