Under the Rainbow by Paisley Smith
Novice witch MeLeah McKinney is on a mission to retrieve a talisman from the grave of Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau. The relic must be energized via a sex-magick ritual--a tall order since MeLeah has no partner. She decides to gather energy at a live sex show on Bourbon Street. She doesn't count on help from Celestine Laveau's ghost, who's crossed the rainbow bridge to bring ecstasy to the young witch--and serve her own agenda.
Defeating an ancient vampire requires not one talisman, but two...
The Mambo's Door by Delilah Devlin
Ingrid Kassel isn't in complete control of her witch powers--especially after drinking a double shot of vampire blood. Attempting to retrieve a candle buried with the Voodoo Queen's daughter, Ingrid angers the spirit guarding the tomb. She finds herself in a shadowy limbo, where the daughter Marie lives in fear of a demon who also desires the relic. In desperation Marie tricks Ingrid, captures her, seduces her, shows her exquisite pleasure while charging the candle with sex magick...for Marie's own attempt at freedom from the world of the dead.
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June 05, 2012
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Excerpt from Charmed in the Big Easy by Delilah Devlin
She'd told the manager her stage name was Miss Scarlett. "One of twenty-two this week, but who gives a shit?" the manager had said, writing it down.
And now MeLeah heard her name being announced by the DJ. "Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for our premiere solo act, never before seen on the stage, all the way from Hotlanta, Mizzz Scarrrrlet!"
Music pumped. Erotic, heart-pounding music. The vampire blood amped up in response and MeLeah felt as if another person had just invaded her body as she sauntered up the steps and onto the stage. Confidence surged. Her insides tingled in anticipation.
"Where's your fuck buddy, sweetheart?" one heckler yelled.
"You need me to come up there and stick a dick to you, girl?" another chimed in.
MeLeah ignored them. She was here to raise the energy in the room to untold heights, to absorb it and reignite the talisman's power. To do that, she had to entertain.
Everybody was looking.
Everybody was waiting.
MeLeah tossed her toys onto the center-stage bed and let the music seep in as she danced her way to a brass pole.
"Show us them titties!"
She winked at the guy who'd hollered that.
"Maybe she don't like men," a woman catcalled. In her Budweiser tank and cutoff shorts, she looked rode hard and put up wet.
A raucous laugh rose, competing with the thumping music. MeLeah seized the pole and let her weight propel her gracefully around it. When she faced the audience again, she plunged her free hand under the devil kitty's face and rubbed her clit as she performed a dance that would put a seasoned stripper to shame. The combination of being watched and playing with herself sent a wave of heat rippling up her spine.
She heard a growl and realized it had torn from her own throat. Her hand worked faster as she planted her back against the pole and rode it up and down to boisterous encouragement from the crowd.
They watched her. All of them. And MeLeah gloried in it. Never had she felt so seductive and sexy. She withdrew her finger and brought it to her lips, tasting her own slick wetness.
"That's what I'm talkin' about!"
A female voice rose above the crowd. "Whoo, baby! I got a pussy you can eat!"
The talisman swung, the pendant sweeping the bare flesh of her abdomen as she danced. It was time for more.
The Mambo's Door
Ingrid gave up fighting the attraction she'd felt since the first moment she'd spied the woman sitting on the porch. Marie's skin was a pretty caf� au lait, her hair was long and a lustrous, inky black. Her eyes were brown, but with golden lights that reflected the lantern's glow. Naked, her body was a tomboy's dream--lush, full curves above and below a trim waist. Marie's scent ratcheted up Ingrid's arousal--a pungent mix of herbs and patchouli that drifted over to her with the mambo's every movement.
The invitation was there. In the half-lidded stare, the pout of her lips, the ruching of her lovely areolas.
Even the slight sway of the cabin on its stilts, the sound of water flooding slowly beneath it, as though the house were a boat drifting on a lazy sea, added an extra layer to the lush invitation. One she wasn't going to refuse. She had nowhere to go for a few hours anyway. Why not taste the mambo's passion?
Urgent heat raced through her body, spiking her nipples, swelling her folds. Ingrid slid off her ball cap, released her hair from its clip and shook her head to let it tumble around her shoulders. She scraped her tee from her waistband and pulled it over her head. Then there were hands helping her, pulling down the cups of her bra to bare her breasts.
Ingrid laughed and tossed away her shirt, then unsnapped the bra and let it fall away. She unbuckled her belt, toed off her sneakers and stood while Marie dipped to shove her jeans down her legs.
When she was nude, the two women walked hand in hand to the bed and lay down facing each other.
Marie rubbed Ingrid's nipple. "It's been so long. C'est bien."
"I thought time had no meaning here."
"Even before. I took male lovers with deep pockets. So much easier to manipulate. My mouth on their cocks enslaved them."
"I'll bet." Ingrid bit her lower lip.
"I'll bet you'd like my mouth here, wouldn't you, gal?" Marie asked, thumbing a turgid tip.
Ingrid smoothed a hand over the deep curve of Marie's waist. "Maybe a kiss of introduction first?"
Marie's mouth stretched. "Come closer, li'l witch."
Ingrid inched over until their breasts mashed together, warm skin to warm skin, jutting points scraping. In the glow of the oil lamp their skin was burnished a lovely pale gold and deeper amber.
Marie's eyes glittered, then she closed them, leaning closer to press her lips against Ingrid's. Ingrid opened, sighing as the other woman's tongue stroked her bottom lip then slid inside.
A niggling thought slipped into her mind, that she was making love with a dead woman. One she'd just met and whose kiss set her nerve endings tingling and her belly cramping with desire. How much of it was this place? How much the vampire blood that gave her this desperate hunger?
None of that mattered, not the deeper the kiss went.