An
evil ghost. A mystical warrior. Either way, her heart's in trouble.
Lorelei
is searching for the truth. A witch, part Erysi, she needs to discover who the
ghost terrorizing the city is, even if it is her grandmother, and stop that
spirit before anyone else gets hurt. The treachery she uncovers goes deeper
than she ever imagined and leads her to a gorgeous, arrogant, muscled, Erysi
warrior who makes her burn with desire.
Quintus
needs to get back to his mission after being encased in a spell for years.
Helping sexy witch, Lorelei, might help him get that back on track, because her
grandmother was probably deeply involved in every part of it. Every time
they're together, it's hard to keep his mind on the hunt and off her sweet
body. The attraction between them burns out of control.
Lorelei
and Quintus' hunt leads them to a plot that could rip apart the lives of
innocents. They must work together if they hope to stop the dangerous scheme.
Even as she fights at his side, she falls for him. With so much danger around
them, she can't risk love or weakness. Maybe after they finish the fight, they
can claim the love building between them.
Purchase
Links
Amazon Australia:
https://www.amazon.com.au/Moonlight-Magic-Daughters-Selene-Book-ebook/dp/B079CJJ8WJ/
Barnes and Noble:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-magic-rebecca-airies/1127893876?ean=2940158551116
Google: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Rebecca_Airies_Moonlight_and_Magic?id=bDJJDwAAQBAJ
Excerpt
– Adult Content
She
drew in a breath. Even through her clothing, that contact seared. She leaned
closer to him. His spicy scent swirled around her, more intoxicating than the
wine. She grazed her fingers across his cheek. So handsome, but not in a clean
cut, always neat and perfect way.
Her
fingers tingled, the urge to finger-comb his windblown, black hair pulsing
through her. After she did that, she’d get rid of that slightly rumpled white
shirt and skim her hands over the muscles.
She
closed her eyes. Get control of yourself. Don’t start drooling.
She
pressed her lips to his. Electric prickles arced over her skin. His mouth
opened beneath hers, letting her tongue slide inside. He tasted so right. She
reached up and clenched a handful of his hair.
His
arms curled around her, pulling her close. Just where she wanted to be. Their
tongues glided and tangled. She couldn’t get enough.
Tension
coursed through her body and her pulse doubled. His hand drifted down her back.
Prickles skittered along the meandering path. Her nipples tightened. An ache
built in her core. By the moon, he made her feel so much. She ran her fingers
over his chest.
He
drew back. She grabbed a handful of his shirt. Not yet. They were interrupted
or had to stop every damn time.
“I
want to explore. Do you want that?” Two of his fingers slipped under the edge
of her shirt.
“Yes.”
She cupped the back of his neck. As long as they finished this time. She
couldn’t take another bout of frustration. “I want to see you without these
clothes.”
“I
want to feel you against me without yours.” He pulled back enough to unbutton
her shirt.
He
didn’t get to have all the fun. She tugged at his shirt. If she got him out of
it, she could touch and explore that muscular expanse. She pushed the buttons
through the holes. The white fabric gaped revealing his sun-kissed skin. Oh,
my. All that golden skin.
She
hummed, but shook her head. First things first. She couldn’t lick him all over
as if he was the most decadent ice cream sundae ever created unless she got him
out of that shirt.
His
fingers pushed her blouse wide slowly as if he relished the reveal. The heat in
his eyes seared her. She licked her lips. Soon, those spark-inducing hands
would run over her body. The glowing embers of desire flared to a full blaze.
But not before I can do the same to him. Just have to get through these last few
buttons.
He
traced the edge of her bra with the tips of his fingers. Current zipped over
her skin. She gulped in a shaky breath. Her nipples tightened beneath the silky
fabric. Whatever this thing was between them, it was potent.
“Such
gorgeous breasts, firm and full.” His attention remained locked on the mounds
as he flicked at the catch. “I want to taste them.”
“You
can do that, but I plan to trail my lips all over you.” She pushed her hands
beneath his shirt.
She
drew her fingers over his chest and tilted her head. Heat radiated from his
body. Damn, he was warm. Whatever he was holding back, it could wait.
She
ran her hands up to his shoulders. The muscles flexed and rippled. She could
watch that all night.
His
lips brushed against her shoulder and neck. Tickles danced across her skin. She
tilted her head to the side. She moaned. He could do that as much as he liked.
She
drew her hands down his muscled abdomen. A light line of hair guided her down
to the edge of his jeans. She slipped her fingertips under the waistband. Those
had to go. His hips pushed forward as if encouraging her to continue her
investigations.
She
worked at the fastening, pushing the button through the hole, and drawing down
the zipper. The gap widened, revealing deliciously golden skin. She slid her
hand inside. Damn, he was wearing underwear. He could have forgone that part of
Earth customs.
She
stroked her fingers up and down the thick length. More than enough for a good
ride. His hips rocked upward. A groan tore from his lips. His fingers clasped
around her wrist.
“You’ll
make me come before I have a chance to taste you.” He lifted her hand and
kissed it. “Keep your hands above my waist for a while, little witch.”
Author
Bio
Rebecca Airies
has always loved to read. Futuristic, the classics, mystery, horror and of
course romance from sweet to extra spicy--the genre doesn’t matter as long as
the stories capture her interest and take her on an adventure. She soon
discovered a love for writing and characters just waiting to tell their
stories. Since that time, writing has become an obsession.
Rebecca lives in
Abilene, Texas. She loves the outdoors, growing things, and working on crafts
when she’s not lost in the worlds of her characters.
Author
Links
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/rebeccaairies/
