Two sisters, two brothers - and a whole lot of sexy spells. Kisha hasn't been able to cast a single correct spell. Not a good thing when you're a witch. Kisha has two days to master her powers and Foster is the wizard who's been sent to help. To kick-start her system, Kisha has to discover the uninhibited joys of orgasms, and Foster is more than happy to use his wand for the task. Priscilla is perfect - tall, busty and beautiful. All Hallow's Eve coincides with the annual Cauldron Cup where Priscilla has to defend her title. What she isn't expecting is Zack Kane to zap back into her life after five years. Passion flares as spells and clothing fly. When the siblings uncover a plot to assassinate the members of the witch council, they must put their differences aside to save the council...and themselves.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Sweet and Spicy Spells by Christine d'Abo
"Why are you here, Prissy? Couldn't find any small animals to harass?"
A sudden rage at the use of his nickname for her sent a blast of energy from her, knocking his drink to the floor. "Kisha's the animal lover. I'm here because you didn't answer my last message about who you were sending to help Kisha with her...problem. That and your little trick with the black fog back at Kisha's place."
"How is the old place? I heard it was getting pretty run-down since Kisha can't cast up a hammer and nails to fix it."
His lips tightened into a thin line and his brow furrowed for a moment before he cocked his head to the side and shot her a lop-sided grin. That heated look sent a jolt through her body, pooling in her pussy. Fuck! Priscilla squirmed for a second before giving him a saucy look of her own.
"Well?" she asked, clearly annoyed. This was getting really old, really fast.
He sat up, leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "I sent my best man. The fog was his cover. If you'd been patient, you would have seen him arrive."
Had it been anyone but Zack, Priscilla would have punched him. She didn't know what he'd been up to since he'd left, but if the rumors were to be believed, it had been undercover work for the Archana Council Elders. And that meant if he said he sent his best man, then he did. End of argument.
But she so wanted to argue with him.
"Well, it's a damn good thing he showed then. Goodness knows I'm paying you enough for this service."
"About that." Zack stood, blinked and his spilled scotch glass reappeared in his hand.
She watched as he took a sip, her eyes never leaving him. She loved the way the muscles in his throat moved, how she could see the outline of his biceps through his dress shirt. Despite her jilted heart, she couldn't deny that Zack was a hot piece of ass.
Another snap of his fingers and Priscilla let out a small squeal as her chair quickly moved across the floor to stop at his feet. Her own drink fell to the floor as she clutched the armrests to prevent herself from sliding off the chair. Before she had time to move, much less recover, Zack's hands were on hers to prevent her from quickly escaping from the chair. His body was only inches away and he moved so his face hovered dangerously close to her. Near enough that it would take very little effort to steal a kiss.
Steal a kiss? What the fuck am I thinking!
Priscilla sucked in her bottom lip as she broke the intense eye contact. Instead she enjoyed the close-up view of his neck. A scent she'd forgotten long ago washed over her--a combination of sandalwood, scotch and wizard power. Her body reacted to his proximity, her nipples painfully tightening to rub against her corset. Her skin began to tingle as the heat of his breath rolled over her cheek and neck, sending shivers of awareness through her. No, no, no! She wasn't going to let him get to her. She needed to be the one in control.
"We never did discuss payment," he said with his low, rumbling voice.
An image of the two of them naked, rolling around on a king-sized bed, filled Priscilla's mind. She'd lick every inch of his skin, paying particular attention to the sizable cock she'd heard he had between his legs. By the spells, she was losing it.
"How about I teach you a few spells. You wizards have such a hard time mastering the simplest earth incantations."
"Lux lucis ventulus."
Priscilla felt a light breeze tickle her legs, blowing the hem of her skirt to expose more of her legs. A shiver ran down her back, but if it was from the wind or Zack, she wasn't sure.
"Impressive. You've been practicing."
Zack smiled. "You'll find I'm better at a lot of things. Years of experience."
She knew exactly what he was referring to. Her nipples tingled as his gaze drifted down for a moment before returning to her eyes.
"I very much doubt I'd be surprised by anything you could do in the bedroom. There have been so many men in the past five years. And they were all so good." Priscilla sighed as she snuggled back into the seat and hoped she looked more confident than she felt at the moment.
"Let's change the topic, shall we?" he said with a cat-like purr. "Your past conquests aren't important right now."
"But they're important to me. Each and every one of them slamming their cock into me fired me up," she said, and leaned up to lick his cheek. "I've had to fuck a lot of men to get this powerful."
She felt his hands tighten around hers, watched as his pulse beat in his throat.
"I'm changing the topic," he ground out.
She answered instinctively. "You were never good at finishing what you started, were you, Zack?"
"Oh this is very much about finishing what I started."