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  He can give her satisfaction…if he can survive her kiss.

  Magical Sisters, Book 1

  Allie Tristan’s older sisters get to have sex. She’s not allowed—not until she learns to control the ravenous appetite of her emerging succubus powers. Till then, she’s resigned to her sisters watching her every move, poised to intervene before her kiss drains a man of his life force.

  There’s something about local bar owner Tom Halloran, though, that tempts her to sneak away to have another taste of their deliciously electric connection.

  Love and marriage are not in Tom’s plans. Occasional hot sex with a willing partner, when his busy life allows it? Definitely on the menu. Yet Allie nails him to the wall with her smokin’ hot body, innocent blue eyes…and drugging kisses that leave him more than just weak in the knees. For the first time in his life, he pictures a woman in his life long-term, not just for one night.

  Along with hunger for raw sex, fear claws at Allie’s soul. Giving in to her raging need will kill him. Which leaves her only one choice: risk everything to keep their love alive—or die trying.

  Warning: If you like flowery language, sweet sex and your heroines all sugar and no spice, do not enter. However, if you like lots of sex with a magical edge described in no uncertain terms, and hot women -with smokin’ men, enter and enjoy.-

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  Magical Sex

  Copyright © 2011 by Beverly Rae

  ISBN: 978-1-60928-473-2

  Edited by Jennifer Miller

  Cover by Kendra Egert

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  Magical Sex

  Beverly Rae

  Dedication

  Thank you to all my sisters from other mothers.

  Chapter One

  “Where the hell have you been? The bakery doesn’t run itself, you know.” Hillary Tristan, oldest of the three Tristan sisters, scowled at Megan, the middle-born and perpetually late sister. “You’re over an hour late.”

  Allison, the youngest sister, giggled, then turned away from Hilly’s hard look to take Meg’s hand. She and Meg had a different connection, a closer bond than they had with Hilly. Still, they loved and respected their older sister.

  Meg rolled her eyes at Hilly and shrugged. “Am I? Well, you know what they say. Time flies when you’re having sex.”

  “Meg, not in front of Allie. Besides, I don’t think that’s how the saying goes.” Hilly’s cautionary glance at Meg wasn’t lost on Allie.

  Allie hopped up and down, unable to hold back as just the idea of sex sent bursts of yearning through her. “So you had sex? Last night and again this morning? Oh, please, Meg, you have to tell me all about it. I’m dying to hear everything.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “And I do mean every little detail of every little—or big—part.”

  She tossed her long hair, the excited urges she’d experienced over the past two months growing stronger than ever before, to the point of taking over. Each day the eagerness and desire, along with the physical need to feed, grew stronger, churning inside her. The air thickened around her, and a heady scent of vanilla extract mixed with succubus pheromones filled the air.

  “Allie, stay calm. You don’t want to tire yourself,” Hilly warned, but it was too late.

  Allie didn’t bother trying to suppress the urge struggling to break free. She’d tried and lost the struggle against her natural instinct. Her anticipation of having sex grew along with her body’s need to feed.

  She glanced at the predominantly male patrons scattered around their family bakery. A few men pretended they weren’t watching her, but most blatantly gawked and, yes, a couple of them even drooled. Allie always captured male attention wherever she was, but when her scent grew stronger… Well, then the men were drawn to her like children to an ice-cream truck.

  Allie sighed and caught her sisters’ reflections in the mirror behind the counter filled with flaky pastries, breads and muffins. Although they were beautiful women, Allie couldn’t help but think that her golden-haired girl-next-door-meets-sexpot vitality made her just as attractive. She straightened her shirt, pulling the material tight over her ample breasts, and heard the men sigh. When her natural allure kicked in, her appeal doubled.

  Meg, too, radiated a sexual attractiveness that was enhanced by her wild red hair, and the bright blue eyes all the women in the Tristan family possessed. Meg was as untamed as her hair and Allie envied the freedom she enjoyed. Why couldn’t she have been born a witch instead of a succubus?

  And then there was Hilly. Hilly could put both her younger sisters to shame if she’d only try. She had an amazing body—albeit shorter than the other two women—and with her dark hair and sultry looks, she could wrap any man around her pinkie finger. With makeup and a decent hairstyle, Hilly was smokin’. But, as her oldest sister was fond of reminding her, she didn’t have time for “all that girl stuff”. She’d raised Meg and Allie after their parents’ untimely deaths in a freak skydiving accident and hadn’t had time to indulge in learning how to dress seductively and flirt with men.

  If it weren’t for dealing with Allie’s problem, Hilly could take time for herself. Allie vowed that, once she’d fed, she’d help her oldest sister find her own joy in life.

  Allie bit her nails, a habit she’d failed to break, and tried to hide her enthusiasm over Meg’s latest conquest. But her curiosity was too great.

  “Please, Meg. I have to know. Tell me what it’s like.” Being a succubus who had never fed sucked big-time.

  “Really, Allie, I don’t go around talking about my flings. And that’s all he was: a fling. Nothing more. I’m here now, so let me get to work, okay?” She sent Allie an unmistakable warning tilt of her head toward their older sibling. “Keep your voice down before these men overhear. Did you take your anti-attraction potion today?”

  Allie caught Hilly watching her in the mirror, fixed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and, not wanting to tell her sister that she hadn’t taken the potion that counteracted her natural succubus allure, changed the subject back to the original conversation. She knew she should’ve taken her potion, but the whirling craving inside her wanted the attention. “But I’m just so jealous.”

  She pouted, pushing out her full lips and eliciting an agonized groan from a nerdy-looking young man. “It’s not fair. Just because of what I am and what I can do, does that mean I have to hide away in a dungeon somewhere? I will have to feed at some point, you know. And soon.”

  A fierce sadness swept over her sisters’ faces and Allie immediately regretted her words. Instead, she tried to lighten the mood, bringing the subject back to the pleasures of sex. “I’m a grown woman, for Pete’s sake. So when the hell am I ever going to have sex?”

  Coffee cups dropped around the room, and pastries stuck in mouths as every set of male eyes focused on her. Hilly leaned over the counter and grumbled at the mess of spilled coffee and br
oken mugs covering the floor. “Can we please start using Styrofoam cups again?”

  Meg slumped against the counter, then twisted to face her. “Not on your life. We have to do our bit for the environment and if that means cleaning up a few—”

  “A few?” Hilly grabbed the broom and swooshed her sister out of the way.

  “—broken mugs, then so be it.” Meg followed her with the dustpan. “Allie, go to the back room and see how many mugs we have left. We need to give the men a breather before they do any more damage. Besides, you could use some time away from them, too.”

  Allie’s lips plumped up more, going into full pout mode. “No. I don’t want to. Damn it. I’m tired of hiding in back rooms whenever you two want to talk about me.” She waved her hands at the glassy-eyed onlookers. “Or whenever there’s a man around. Can’t you give me an answer, Hilly? When am I going to get my cherry busted having raunchy sex?”

  “Allison Tristan, watch your mouth. Besides, you know darn well that you don’t have a cherry, as you so crudely put it. Your body is different. From what little factual information we’ve found, we know that much at least.”

  “Yeah, little sister. You’re ready-made for sex without all that messy first-time business.” Meg grinned. “That’s one good thing about being a you-know-what. You came into the world with all the equipment in working order without needing to be broken in. So to speak.”

  “Please, Meg, you’re not helping,” grumbled Hilly.

  The eddy of lust raged inside Allie, building higher, infusing her with hunger that would soon drain away more of her strength. “Damn it, I need a man!”

  “Allie!” Hilly’s angry voice rang out.

  An older man jolted toward Allie, his arms outstretched to ensnare her, but Hilly swatted him with the broom, breaking him out of the trance. At least until he took another whiff of Allie’s mesmerizing fragrance. He lunged again, this time blocked by Meg.

  Why did they have to treat her like a child? She was twenty-one, a grown woman, and ready to use the powers she’d been born with. If that meant draining a few men of their life force—not all of it, of course—then that was what she had to do. What other choice did she have? She was a succubus and should act like it. After all, could a tiger lose its stripes? Could a monkey never eat a banana? It was silly to even think so and the same was true of her. Besides, if she didn’t feed soon… Well, she didn’t want to think about that grim fate any more than her sisters did. Better to think about the pleasurable side of things.

  “Okay, everyone. Let’s get moving. We’re closing early.”

  “But you just opened,” grumbled a man Allie knew was married. Not that his marital status had ever stopped him from pinching her bottom.

  “Like I said, we’re closing early. Now get going, Jerry, before I call your wife.” Hilly waved at the mess. “And add a hefty tip for the breakage.”

  The men complained, even with their eyes glued on Allie, but they still left money on the tables or in the tip jar on the counter. Meg thanked them, flirting with a few to appease their bruised egos and speed them along their way. She stood by the door, making sure she was the last one they saw. Allie frowned. Even in the safety of the bakery, Meg could have all the fun and she was stuck playing the innocent—and sexless—sister.

  “Meggy! Where did you go, baby?”

  Meg cringed and shot her sisters a silent plea. Hilly slumped, the ever-suffering pseudo-mother resigned to another day of taking care of her worrisome sisters. After all, who else would do it? Not Allie. At least that was one perk of being the youngest. Seeing Hilly’s resignation, Meg whirled around, almost bumped into the young man standing behind her, then took a couple of steps back.

  “Oh, it’s you, Steve.” Meg kept her distance even after he tried to pull her into his arms. “I thought we already said our goodbyes. You know. This morning at your apartment when I thanked you for an incredible night? Right before I said we could never get together again. Remember?”

  Steve’s hopeful face fell flat and Allie had to admit she felt sorry for the guy. Meg was the queen of one-night stands and would never settle for just one man. In fact, if Meg were a succubus, their small hometown of Cottageville, North Carolina, would have dead bodies lying all over the place.

  “But, Meggy—”

  “Eeww. Do not call me that. Ever.”

  “But, Meg. I thought we had something special.”

  Allie mouthed the words as they came out of Steve’s mouth. Meg would find a guy at a club, take him home and have flying-from-the-chandelier sex with him, then dump him flat. And they all said the same thing when they tracked her down. Why, oh why, couldn’t her sister remember to remove the love spell she put on them instead of letting it wear off on its own? If not, the very least she could do was to fill Allie in on the juicy details.

  “Meggy, did you forget to take the spell away?” Allie hardened her voice, mimicking Hilly’s maternal you-are-in-so-much-trouble tone. “Again?”

  Meg stuck out her tongue. “You can’t expect me to remember everything, can you?” She grabbed Steve and pushed him toward the back of the store. “I think you need to wash up. Wait for me in the men’s room.”

  His brow furrowed. “Really? I don’t think so. I had a shower earlier.”

  Meg whipped her hand in a zigzag motion in front of his face and a flash of blue light came and went. His mouth slammed shut. “Yes, you do, Steve. Now go along and I’ll be with you in a moment.”

  Steve’s eyes glazed over and she hurried him toward the hallway before turning back to point a finger at Hilly. “Don’t you dare say a word. I’ll take care of him once I’ve helped you two clean up. Who knows? Maybe by then the spell will have worn off on its own.” She grumbled under her breath, barely loud enough for her sisters to hear. “If not, I’ll zap it off him.”

  Apparently, poor Steve was just another victim of Meg’s lack of forethought, unmindful as she often was of the consequences of her actions. But Allie wasn’t about to mention that. Instead, she started picking up broken porcelain without an argument. Keeping her head down, she let the kernel of an idea form.

  “Meg, you really shouldn’t flaunt your escapades in front of Allie. You know how vulnerable she is right now. Her succubus instincts are coming to the forefront. A little early perhaps…”

  “Early? Are you kidding me? I’m way past my time.” Or at least Allie thought so. None of them had a clue at what age a succubus came into her powers. Still, she was an adult by all other standards so why not by succubus standards? “I’m more than ready, and you know it.”

  Hilly shot her another exasperated look, then returned to her conversation with Meg. “Which means we can’t ignore the problem any longer. She needs to feed, and soon.”

  “I know. But what can we do? Turn her loose? In a small town like Cottageville, the loss of a single man would get noticed.” Meg stood up, stretching her back. “Damn. I wish these local yokels would get over her. No offense, Allie.”

  “None taken, dear sister,” she said in a singsong voice while plastering on a phony smile that she knew Meg would recognize as fake.

  Meg did, but chose to ignore it. “You’d think showing up here every morning would cause a ruckus with their women. And yet they still come.”

  “That’s because the women are almost as attracted to her as the men.” Hilly stood aside to let Meg dump the pieces of broken mugs into a trashcan, then ran the broom over the floor again. “It’s time we come up with a plan before the worst happens.” Hilly’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.

  A lump formed in Allie’s throat. They often attempted to make light of her situation, focusing only on the sexual element, but they all knew what lay ahead if she didn’t find a way to feed. And if she didn’t feed soon, she’d grow weaker every day until, at last, she’d shrivel away to bones and skin.

  Ever the strong one, Hilly pulled herself to her full, albeit diminutive, stature. “We’re going to have a family meeting tonight. Think
you can stay home for one night, Meg? Or will the men at the bars send out a search party?”

  Allie matched Hilly’s weak smile, trying to equal her sister’s brave front.

  “Yeah, I think I can manage it.” Meg took the broom and headed toward the back, but Allie snatched both tools away from her.

  “I’ll take them.” She scurried toward the back, pausing at the entrance before turning around to make sure her sisters hadn’t caught on. Quietly putting the broom and dustpan on the floor, she rushed toward the men’s restroom.

  “Guess I’d better take care of Steve. I used a new love spell on him and didn’t realize that it would last this long.”

  “Not so fast.” Hilly glanced at Meg, then ran a rag over the counter even though the counter really didn’t need cleaning. But at least it was something to keep her hands busy. “Let’s talk about Allie and her problem.”

  “I hate that you refer to it as a problem. It’s who and what she is. Don’t make it sound like she’s some kind of freak.”

  Hilly wasn’t about to go down that road again. Her sister was just stalling the discussion and the difficult decision they’d have to make. But they’d have to do something soon to either help Allie before her succubus hormones took over and she went off on her own, or the inevitable happened. Hilly shook her head and set her jaw. No way would she lose Allie.

  “Why don’t we just let her do what comes naturally?”

  “You know as well as I do that an undisciplined succubus is a dangerous thing. Half the time I’m not sure even Allie realizes how much harm she could do.” She sighed. “If only Mother had lived. She would’ve known how to help Allie.” Not for the first time, a pang of anger zipped through Hilly, but she shook it off as she always did. Being angry at her parents for dying and leaving her to raise her sisters was both unfair and unproductive.

  “Well she didn’t, so there’s nothing to gain by wishing the past away. It’s just too bad that Mother was the only other succubus in the family. At least, the only one we know of.”