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Let's break some rules this Halloween!
Beginning with Her Lycan Lover
A scene where Sherry, a witch, breaks a cardinal spellcaster rule to escape
...well, a big cock-on-the-walk type of man.
Midnight Lycan to be exact.
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Here's a snippet from
HER LYCAN LOVER
What a woman will do to avoid temptation. Enjoy!
Pressing her hands to her forehead, she wiped her fingers over her brows. Jeez, she had not needed to use her powers for her personal use until this moment when she thought she would succumb to Quinn’s advances. Her body radiated from the energetic reconfiguration. She chanced a speedy glance down her body to verify she’d gotten it right. Nothing backward, missing, or an additional appendages coming through a portal. Sherry wiggled her fingers just a slight assurance that things were working as she remembered.
Then she heard. “What the fuck?”
Oh yeah, it was about to rain down buckets of disbelief. “Please. Hear me out.”
“What in the world are you capable of Sher?” Quinn took a step toward her with his palms facing up. “I’ve never had a woman want to escape from my embrace to the point of dissolving into thin air. What the hell just happened?”
“It wasn’t dissolving. What I mean is I didn’t dissolve. Merely transferred my physical presence. From one reality into another, and then back. Time and space aren’t rigid. It’s physics… not fantasy.”
“Physics, my arse,” he swore. “You and I need to talk. I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know you and I have more to discuss than financial reports and who’s on first base at some bachelor party. Is this what you do when you’re off from work?”
“Don’t get excited. I haven’t done anything like that in years. If you discount yesterday.” She waved her hands at the confusion blanketing his face. “Look, it just happened. Please, Quinn, can we just forget it. I promise it won’t happen again. You’re overreacting and considering you’re a shifter, that’s rather provincial wouldn’t you say?”
“Oh so, it’s okay for you to bend the rules. I should have known you weren’t as tight-laced as you pretend. I do respond to a simple ‘no’ from a lady.” Glowering, he picked up his mug of coffee and took a long slow sip, eyeing her over the rim. After shaking his head, he moved from his position at her desk. “Here, take your seat back. I don’t want to force you into another disappearing act.”
The tension had ratcheted way up between them. She considered for a moment how unusual her little stunt was on a scale of one to ten. If he were a regular guy, one hundred and ten. But he was Lycan for Christ’s sake and off the charts on many issues. Still, what she did kinda rocked. Was it an eleven in his world? More likely a twelve. No wonder Quinn stared at her without blinking.
She arched a brow. “Don’t you do something of the sort? I mean shifting is pretty much the same.”
“Doll, vanishing into thin air is hardly the same. Now you see me-now you don’t. No. Sherry. Guess again.”
It wasn’t exactly disappearing. Not that she couldn’t. But that was downright crass. Bodies changing from human to primal form was no different than a welt rising and falling in her mind. Shifters’ contorting forms were accepted on certain limited terms by humans. That was one reason why the Downtown Den existed, giving all sorts of shapeshifters a place to go when their urge to hunt and mate became unbearable. Why did he continue to stare at her with such a look of utter disbelief?
“Don’t treat me like you’ve had your face slapped. I felt trapped is all. I’m not some carnival act. Are you going to pretend you don’t know about spellcasters.”
His jaw dropped. “Really. Well that explains so very much about you.” His eyebrow quirked, his whole arrogant manner egged her on.
“You’ve an overpowering way about you. I’m not ready to… have sex. In my office,” she quickly added.
“I wasn’t going to ravage you. From your moans, you seemed pretty fired up. And all this time, you’re a spellcaster. I wished you’d told me sooner.”
She refused to tap into his awareness. That would be grounds for a resounding lecture by the Sisterhood Council in protocol. “I bet you’re thinking, is that how I get so much done? Don’t bother. I’ve heard it all. Really, Quinn. Is that how you’ve been accepted? Like a freak of nature?”
“No,” he said in low voice.
“Liar. Some of those so-called normal people treat shifters with disdain. My God how can you forget the laws in place, ordinances that dictate no public shifting permitted in city limits? How does that make you feel?” He ate, slept, and worked the law. She crossed her arms over her chest, and clenched her jaw.
“You’ve got the wrong idea. Way off base. I’m just in shock. I’d thought you were…a woman.”
“I am,” she snapped. “I’m just a little different. I’m… a spellcaster. Third level.” There she’d said it. The truth she’d kept bottled up for years. She struggled to stop from shouting the words. But in the end, the truth came out a soft whisper. “A regular conjurer working nine-to-five.”
“Excuse me. You’re what?” he roared. “Jesus H. Christ! Full-blooded. I thought you meant you had a great-great-great aunt somewhere in your lineage. Let me see the mark. To prove you’re a full-blooded spellcaster. I know there’s a secret mark.”