Undone - Book Two in my Wanton Witches Series from
Ellora’s Cave is now available!
Zachary Wilson learns the hard way that paying a
courtesy visit to his friend’s three bumbling witch aunts can result in way more
than he bargains for. Catching the bad end of a cast spell, he’s left with an
illuminated…um, nether region. Now the only person who can cure him of his
unwanted radiance is another witch. Fantastic. But this witch is not a
rosy-faced elder. She’s sexy as sin and far too tempting.
Once Nikita’s tears of laughter dry from seeing the
tall, proud, sexy man and his equally impressive display of goods, she agrees
to help him. The large sum of money he’s willing to pay will help protect her
sister from a ruthless warlock. But the cure is sex—lots of it. And
unfortunately for her, each ride on his glowing member only draws them closer
together. To complicate matters, Nikita has a curse of
her own, and falling in love could be the end of her.
Except:
Nikita
quelled the uneasy feelings drumming against her temples. If she didn’t need
the money so badly, she’d have ignored the large man and left him to be
bamboozled by a gypsy past her expiration date.
He dwarfed
everything she held dear the instant he stepped into her entrance hall. She
hated every second of him being there in that very same instant. His prominence
demanded her full attention and turned the tables on her. She swallowed,
flustered, hot and bothered as he swiveled around her open plan. Well, open
everything, really—from kitchen to bedroom and living room in between. An
underhanded thought flitted through her mind. Nothing in her house would ever
be the same again and yet he contained no supernatural powers. He was wholly
human and yet powerfully so.
Get rid of him, Nikita. Quickly.
Something
about him suggested danger. Nothing palpable, just enough of an undertone for
her to sit up and pay attention. The broad width of his shoulders, the fluid
muscles outlining the length of jean-clad legs, all spread out in a
six-foot-plus casing, made for a daunting figure. Yet he carried himself with
casual ease, a laid-back manner that matched his emotional detachment, a trait
she seemed uniquely in tune with. If she didn’t know better she’d call him an
unusual male specimen, one of whom she hadn’t encountered before. But the
exorbitant quality of his clothes, the ridiculously overpriced car from which he
had alighted and the shameful value of the watch on his wrist dictated
something else.
He was
nothing but a gym-trained pretty boy, lavishly spending his trust fund without
a care in the world. If she could get a couple thousand out of him, she might
be able to buy herself more time in keeping her sister Sumatra safe. She gave
him another once-over. She planned to play on his naïveté for all his worth.
“What is
it that you need from me?”
He stared
straight at her, his gaze held hers tightly bound. She daren’t breathe, daren’t
hurry him up with a sharp retort, daren’t think. She drowned in the most
mesmerizing eyes she’d ever seen. Charcoal-gray specked with hints of emerald
green, framed extensively with thick lashes. She waded through their depth,
eager to emerge on the inside. Of him. It’s
just curiosity, she repeated in her head. Nothing more.
She didn’t
even realize his hands had moved to the button on his expensive jeans until the
soft rustle of it popping fluttered in her ears and a zipper being dragged down
followed suit. She dropped her head and her gaze slammed straight into his
crotch.
She
couldn’t believe what stood before her. Excitement washed over her like a
refreshing wave of an ocean. A laugh brewed inside her chest. She gave in and
it slid out of her throat and escaped from her mouth and from there she
couldn’t stop it. She laughed until tears rolled off her cheeks, until her
sides ached. And every time she thought she’d got a grip she started again.
He stood
there, proud as a bloody god, and if it weren’t for the clenching of his jaw,
she’d have thought her reaction to his glowing cock was one of supreme
noninterest.
“I’m
sorry. I just…” She wiped her eyes with the tips of her fingers. “It’s just
that the last time I saw something like that was on a Neanderthal.”
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