Blurb: Ultimate power,
or endless love?
Born the son of a
Scottish laird a thousand years ago, but now trapped by his cousin's spell,
Devin McLoch has seen countless battles and death. The erstwhile thief has
turned away from darker pursuits to lead a life of peace, protecting those he
loves and considers part of his clan. However, there is one woman he can never
forget, who must be given a chance to change, to accept her heart and his.
Arianne Farrell is just
as dangerous and intoxicating as her power. Imprisoned in an ancient stone
dance more than a thousand years ago, her only chance at freedom from the spell
is through love--a love she denied. When Devin asks for her aid to save another
from imminent death, she realizes there is more at stake than just her freedom
or her heart.
WARNING: Two stubborn
sexy wizards using magic with no bounds, scorching love scenes, and happy ever
after. Ever play with fire?
Excerpt – (Steamy)
Dark, rich chocolate
colored bedding echoed the tile framing the fireplace. Dainty furniture, curved
legs and soft cushions, yet the poster bed was large and sturdy. She’d seen it
before while she visited his dreams. Definitely Devin’s room. And remembering
didn’t help the ache snaking through her body.
Walking into the en
suite, the first thing to catch her eyes was the floor-to-ceiling mirror
covering one wall. Arianne studied her reflection. Her long, dark curls were
mussed and tangled around a pale face. Her lips were pink and just a bit
swollen from Devin’s kiss. The only thing she wore was a long white shirt.
Sniffing the collar, she smelled the crisp, clean fragrance clinging to the
material. His shirt, not conjured. Devin didn’t wear cologne, but the scent of
his soap always stayed with her. He must have changed her clothes. What else
had she missed?
Because I love you. Men
were ever a puzzle. Still, hadn’t she known? The dreams they shared had changed
over time, slow and sweet instead of hot and fierce. A softness came over his
face each night she visited his sleep, the same one she had seen this morning.
Just that look was enough to have her quaking inside.
She found a bottle of
bubble bath on the side of the tub. Thanks to Devin's dreams and Allie's
influence, she had knowledge of modern conveniences such as indoor plumbing.
Turning the faucet on hot, Arianne poured two capfuls under the stream and let
the water run until the big round tub filled. Reluctantly, she unfastened the
shirt buttons and let the material fall away to the floor. Slipping into the
frothy bubbles, she sighed and let the reality of her situation sink in.
I am finally out of that
wretched circle. True enough, but she
was still in a prison of sorts. One with running water, walls, food that didn’t
taste like air, and a sexy male witch bent on driving her to frustration. Not
so bad, all things considered.
Being trapped in the
stone dance didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed changes in the world around her for
a thousand years. She tipped her feet out of the water, waved toward them, and
turned her toenails a bright fiery red. Allie brought her little things from
the modern world. Mostly books filled with sweet love stories; more than a few
of them brought a blush to her cheeks. What would Ryan think of his daughter’s
taste in novels? Better not to head down that road. Allie had dreams of being a
writer like her aunt and uncle. If what she liked to read was any indication,
she’d write hot. Very hot. Speaking of hot, a soft tapping sounded at the door.
Her maddening laird had returned.
“Okay in there?” His
voice sounded hesitant. “Breakfast is ready.”Time to ruffle the phoenix’s
feathers a bit. “There is no need to be shy, Devin. You can come in.”
*****
The sound of splashing
water rippled past his ears. Temptress.
Knowing Ari was just on
the other side of the door, naked and wet, willing to succumb to every fantasy
he could imagine, was a torment in itself. All he had to do was accept her
sultry invitation and toss aside his plan. But she deserved a sweet slide into
love, not the wild, mad rush of pleasure he craved. One palm rested on the door
of its own volition, ready to comply. Not yet. Now, if only his traitorous body
would listen to his heart. “That depends, sweetheart.”
“Oh?” she called out
from the other side. “On what?”
Devin chuckled at the
line, but he just couldn’t resist teasing her. “What are you wearing?”
She laughed. “Bubbles.
Lots of bubbles. Share them with me.”
He saw it so clearly.
Ari’s creamy skin peeking through the frothy bubbles. Open, welcoming. Need
clawed under the skin, screamed at him. Why the hell not? Feeling a quiver of
desire vibrate through his body, he called her bluff. “And what would you have
me do with those bubbles? Hmm, Ari?”
“Oh, I am sure you could
think of something. Something deliciously wicked. I have shared your dreams. I
know your fantasies, Devin.”
Oh, you have no idea.
His mind made up, Devin opened the door.
She lay in his huge
garden tub, feet propped up on the rim, eyes closed, waterfall of black hair
piled on top of her head. A soft smile graced her face. So she was enjoying
their teasing banter. “Have you changed your mind and decided to join me?”
“Maybe.” No reason he
couldn’t push them both to the edge. Pulling the t-shirt over his head, Devin
tossed it into the corner. He laid his cellphone on the sink--out of
danger--kneeled by the edge of the tub and dipped one hand into cooling water,
using his magic to heat it.
“Mmm. Nice.”
He let his voice drop to
a whisper as he leaned close to her ear. “I want to slick my hands over every
inch of your skin until you shiver from the heat.” His fingers found the back
of her knee in the water and trailed higher along the inside of her thigh. “And
then…”
A soft “Devin” slipped
from her lips as Arianne’s eyes flew open. “And then…”
Author Bio: Paranormal romance and romantic suspense author
Brynna Curry is a lifelong believer in the importance of reading. She enjoys
the writing process, helping others hone their craft by lending her time to
review books, critique manuscripts and serving as a contest judge. She
loves hearing from her readers.
When she isn’t writing,
she’s often found haunting the library for new books to read, at the park with
her children, or just spending an quiet evening at home with her husband Jackie
watching old westerns on TV. She makes her home in North Alabama where the
history is rich with music and culture, forests and lakes are abundant and
beautiful, and every day is another adventure.
Visit her at www.brynnacurry.com.
Twitter: @BrynnaCurry http://twitter.com/#!/brynnacurry
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