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  You’re right, Doc. This is real magic.

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

  Magical Sex

  © 2011 Beverly Rae

  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.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Magical Sex:

  A jolt of energy swept over Tom Halloran as those mesmerizing cerulean eyes locked on to him. He’d found many women attractive before and, in fact, liked everything about women. Fat, thin, old, young—every girl he’d ever met had an allure all her own. Even so, he’d never found one who could make him think of settling down, much less one who could capture his heart. But the magnetism, the mystical charm this sex kitten of a woman possessed drew him in as no other had.

  He frowned, simultaneously wary of her charms and unable to resist her. Her long golden hair flowed past her bare shoulders, shoulders of porcelain skin that led to the soft swell of her bosom cruelly hidden under a simple red halter top. He lingered on her breasts, thinking they were the perfect size for his hands, then abruptly jerked his attention away lest he reach out and fondle them. He met her gaze, his mouth suddenly dry. Her mouth, pursed in either petulance or in anticipation of a kiss, called to him, daring him to find out which it was. An oval face fooled him at first, making him think her naïve, yet he could sense an ageless wisdom hiding under the surface.

  Then she touched him.

  A spark leapt from her finger, lighting up the spot where her fingertip met his shirt. Heat flamed into him, diving downward to scorch his heart, then raced to blaze into his abdomen and between his legs. His shaft jerked to full extension, painfully pressing against the material of his slacks until he ached to shift his package for relief. But relief wouldn’t come so easily. He shuddered as though an ice-cold breeze had wafted over him, but that couldn’t have been further from the reality. He was caught in a vortex of heat, the need to seize her overwhelming him until he had to hold back the yearning to throw her on top of the counter and fuck her until she screamed his name.

  “What the hell?”

  Tom almost expected her to question his outburst but, instead, she merely gave him a smile that could own any man.

  Her gaze melted him, torching him from the inside out and threatening to stoke the fire even hotter. Taking his hand in hers, she turned and led him toward the hallway leading to the restrooms. Tom had no choice but to follow her. Not that he would’ve chosen any other option.

  She hurried down the dimly lit hallway. Tom, however, couldn’t wait another minute. Tugging her with him, he stepped into a dark corner and pressed her to the wall.

  His mouth crushed against her full lips, his hands slid over her curves, his body pushed against her hot form. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get close enough. Lying next to her wouldn’t be close enough for him. Only by getting inside her would he have a chance to quench his desire.

  Feathering kisses along her soft shoulders, he ran his hand under her top, pushing the material aside to find the taut tip of her breast. Groaning, he rubbed his thumb over the pebbled bud and almost came when she sighed. This girl was more than he could ever have imagined, somehow claiming his body and mind with one sound.

  Forgetting that someone might happen upon them at any moment, he lifted her and rejoiced when she wrapped her legs around his waist. Using the wall to hold her, he ran both hands under her top to fondle her breasts, kneading them, pinching at the hardened nipples. His mouth found hers again and this time he slowed down, leisurely tasting her exhilarating flavors.

  Her hands gripped his shoulders, beckoning him to lower his head and take her sweet bud in his mouth. Licking, then nibbling, he pulled the tender flesh, suckling as though she held the elixir to life itself. He groaned again, unable to express his aching need for her in any other way.

  Pulling her skirt higher, he cupped her bottom. He kept her bud in his mouth, then slipped his hand between their bodies, and when she rubbed her pantiless pussy against his crotch, he had to fight to keep from passing out. Instead, he pushed her pussy lips apart with his middle finger. She lifted her face to the ceiling, inhaled, then tightened her legs around him.

  “Holy shit.” Tom pushed his finger deeper, going as far inside her as he could. Warm wetness enveloped him and his cock throbbed, demanding to replace his finger. His thumb found her already swollen clit and massaged it, working it, making it enlarge even more. She cried out and clutched his back, digging her nails into his shirt, into his skin. Finger-fucking her, he laid his head against her neck to savor her exotic smell. Soon, he would lick her juices from his finger, then plunge his shaft far inside her cave.

  “Allison Tristan, no!” The woman’s voice was low yet full of command.

  To survive, they’ll have to think outside the circle.

  Brightwater Blood

  © 2012 Shona Husk

  Were-lion Lachlan Garvey is closing in on the Brightwater women, the last of a Shamanic line that the Council wants eradicated for their murderous use of magic. One minute he’s in his animal form, examining a dead body in a patch of charred grass. The next, he wakes up human—naked, shot and lying in a circle of his own blood.

  Dayna Brightwater is sure the man she’s bound with a blood spell is the one who just murdered her twin sister. Yet even if she did have the stomach for revenge killing, she doesn’t have the power. But what to do with him now? If she lets him go, he’ll kill her, too.

  Trapped in the path of a deadly magical fire, Lachlan has to think fast—and talk faster—to convince the beautiful Shaman he’s innocent. As the roaring flames creep closer, Dayna must choose. Trust Lachlan and use magic to save them both…or flee. And live with the knowledge she caused his death, proving that no Brightwater is capable of love.

  Warning: Contains a naked hero who’ll
do anything to save his life…including saving hers.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Brightwater Blood:

  Lachlan lifted his gaze and stared at Dayna. She was part shaman, and she could make a circle; she’d proved that by binding him. They couldn’t outrun it, so they would have to stay until the fire had swept over them.

  “Get everything you want to save into the circle.” Talking tore at his dry throat, and he swallowed, but it was more reflex than relief.

  “The barrier is down.”

  “I know. You’re going to put it back up—with us inside.”

  She gave a tight shake of her head. “No, I’ll get the car. We’ll be fine.”

  “The fire is on all sides—there is no way through. Get inside the circle,” he said through his teeth. He knew it was only adrenaline keeping him going, when that left him…well. At least he’d be unconscious and out of pain, and that was beginning to sound like a blessing.

  Her face paled, and she looked more like a frightened woman than the gun-toting, magic-wielding shaman who’d confronted him earlier. “I can’t put it back up. It takes too much energy.”

  “Trust me, Dayna.” If she didn’t, there wouldn’t be much left for the experts to identify. He hoped he was right, and he wasn’t overestimating her power. But they had no other choice. There was no way to escape the fire so they had to hunker down and hope they had the resources to survive. His palm on his leg was slick as his blood ran in rivulets to the ground. They needed more than magic. They needed a miracle.

  She held his gaze for a heartbeat. When she moved, Lachlan released the breath he’d been holding. If they did nothing they were dead, and if she couldn’t raise the barrier, they’d get a free cremation.

  He coughed to try and clear his throat. “Bring the water.”

  If this was his last drink he’d rather be licking salt off her skin and chasing it with tequila and a slice of lemon. He glanced at Dayna and his tongue moved against the back of his teeth. If they got out of this, he’d buy her a drink. Hell, he’d do whatever she wanted.

  Dayna tossed him the plastic bottle, and it rolled to a stop near his leg. It looked like water would have to do. Besides, alcohol and fire probably wasn’t the best combination. He reached for the bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls—tequila had never tasted this good, sweet with a burn in his gut that almost made him feel less than half-dead—before making himself stop. Too much and he’d make himself sick. But his mouth felt better and his throat wasn’t so dusty.

  He pushed a breath out between his teeth as Dayna sat next to him with the two bags she’d been carrying. She overlapped the ends of the bloodstained cord, then froze with her gaze locked in the distance.

  “It’s here,” she whispered like the fire could hear her.

  He already knew. It didn’t matter where he looked—the fire was closing in. For a moment he tried to pretend this plan was a good one and that it would work. Around him the air was heating, and the noise of the fire was getting louder with each passing second.

  “Put up the circle.” His voice was just loud enough to carry over the noise of the flames as they devoured everything in their path. He glanced at Dayna; her eyes were wide with fear. He touched her shoulder, drawing her attention back to him. “Make it a sphere this time.”

  Spheres were strong. They’d be in a magic bubble. This was never going to work. Putting his faith in an invisible magical barrier was like wishing for unicorns, highly dangerous—unless you were a virgin, which he wasn’t. Right now, if given the choice, he’d rather risk death by righteous unicorn than a wall of angry, magic-fueled fire.

  “We’re surrounded.” Her words were stilted, as if she didn’t believe what she was seeing.

  “Yeah. I got that.” Three hundred and sixty degrees of crackling flames. His stomach tightened. He was insane. A bit of rope and a part-shaman’s magic was never going to be able to save their lives. He kept his absolute bone-melting terror of fire confined to his body. His muscles tensed, and the irrational urge to run even though they were surrounded pounded in his head. He fought against the lionish instincts that would get him killed. He had to act like he knew what he was doing or Dayna was going to freak out further, and he needed her to concentrate. “The magic is contracting back to the center.”

  She released a shaky breath. “Then what?”

  “Then it’s over.” He threw a pinch of dirt at the cord and it sailed right over the threshold. His heart lurched and snagged on his ribs. “If you don’t get that barrier up, we’re dead.” His words came out harsher than he’d expected. He really wanted to live.

  “I’m trying. I’m not good at this. I can’t just tap in—”

  Lachlan sealed her lips with a hard, urgent kiss.

  Sex with a Hex

  Beverly Rae

  It’s all in good, dirty fun…until the heart raises the stakes.

  Magical Sisters, Book 2

  Meg Tristan is spontaneous, spirited, outspoken and beautiful—and she enjoys every second of it. She can have any man she wants, with or without casting a spell. Too bad she hasn’t found one who can keep up with her non-magical sex drive, much less handle her hexual prowess.

  When he’s not caring for his patients, Dr. Chance Dannigan spends his off hours getting acquainted with as many women as he can in his new town. None hold his attention—until he catches Meg’s flirtatious glance across the bar. One drink later, he’s sure he’s found the one woman who can stimulate both his heads.

  Sensing a kindred spirit, he challenges Meg to a daring competition. Each must choose a random partner for the other, and the one who fails to seduce the target, loses. And to keep it honest? The opponent must witness the act.

  Winning each round proves almost too easy. The ultimate challenge is figuring out how to handle their unexpected attraction to each other…and how to end the game without both of them coming out losers.

  Warning: Hocus pocus is unleashed along with free lovin’—with no holds barred. One on one leads to two on two in a magical sexual romp that takes playing doctor to a whole new level.

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  Sex With a Hex

  Copyright © 2012 by Beverly Rae

  ISBN: 978-1-60928-565-4

  Edited by Jennifer Miller

  Cover by Angela Waters

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

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