A wizard cursed...
Handsome and desperate wizard True Karn becomes human during the "wizard's moon"--the only two nights of the month he can look for his mate. The rest of the time, he must live in his monstrous, cursed form. When he rescues a pretty lady from the lascivious attention of two guardsmen, he realizes that she could be the one he's been searching for.
A woman scorned...
Plain and reliable Alissa Rogers works in a house of ill repute--as an accountant. She's not pretty enough to be a prostitute, but it seems she's still woman enough to gain the attention of an infamous wizard...
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Wizard's Moon by Michele Bardsley
True watched the lovely Alissa impassively, though tension held him hostage. What if she doesn't want me? If she knew the truth about him, she wouldn't wear his ring or share her dreams with him.
In time, he would tell her...and she would choose. Yes, she would choose as all the others had before her. When she did, he would once again be alone. That's the real pain of my curse...
"Yes, True." She nodded as if her words weren't enough affirmation. "I want you."
"Thank the Goddess." He crooked at finger at her. "C'mere."
Immediately, she scooted across the bed until her knees were inches away from his thighs. Damneth, she was sweet. And she was strong. He was well aware that Alissa did not know her own beauty, but he was sure that she knew her own strength.
"You've never had a lover?"
"No." She blushed and glanced up at him through her long, dark lashes. "If we...when we make love, does that mean I'm no longer a virgin?"
"Only in your mind. We are in a dream world with our dream selves. Your actual body will remain pure, anonvie." He trailed one finger over her naked shoulder. She felt like silk. "And there will be no pain."
He captured her wrist and brought her fingers to his lips. He kissed each knuckle, enjoying her little sighs of pleasure. "You are so lovely. Do you believe me?"
"I believe in truth. I'm not unpleasant to look at," she said in a practical way that made his heart ache. "But I will never be the type of woman who entertains a roomful of eager suitors."
"Less men for me to kill," he said.
"You are too kind."
If she only knew that he even now he could not tolerate the thought of another man looking at her, much less touching her. What villainous creature convinced Alissa she was merely plain? He knew Madame V had likely seen what Alissa hid with simple hairstyles and unflattering clothes. No doubt his former lover hoped that her accountant might one day fetch a good price with customers.
She watched him, her eager gaze on his chest. He knew that she wanted to touch him, but was too shy. His hand snaked around her waist and drew her into his embrace. She slid onto his lap, naked and soft and pliant.
He plucked a curl from her shoulder and used it to trace her collarbone. He saw her slight shudder and the unwittingly sexy way she wet her lips. Her lush mouth begged for a kiss, and though she probably didn't know it, her eyes telegraphed potent desire. His cock hardened as he imagined that little pink tongue flicking across his skin.
True played with the silky tendril of hair, wrapping it around his finger and tugging on it. He dropped the strand in favor of caressing her neck...until he reached the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat. Her breath hitched, her lips parted, and no longer able to resist, he leaned close.
"Anonvie." He cupped the back of her neck and gave her a fraction of a second to prepare before ensnaring her lips. He traced the tender seam with his tongue, and like a blooming flower, she opened under his onslaught.
True drank her sweetness, tasting the corners, nibbling her lower lip. He swallowed her moan, and then slid his tongue inside, drawing her into an intimate dance as he deepened his possession of her mouth. Fire raced through his veins as she responded, uncertain but ardent, tentatively mating her mouth to his.
"Touch me," True murmured.
Alissa pulled away, her gaze swirling with desire. "Where?"
"Wherever you want."
Doubt seeped into her gaze, and he wanted to wipe that look from her eyes. He lowered his head and took Alissa's mouth again. He plundered her velvety lips until she melted against him, panting and squirming.
"Touch me," he said again.
Her soft, small hands coasting over his chest--fiery need erupted everywhere she caressed him. He pulled away, just a little, and captured her gaze. Goddess, she was beautiful, right down to her soul, which shone like imprisoned sunlight in her eyes. He grasped one of her wandering hands and placed it on his cock, which stretched against the black breeches with painful urgency. Gaze wide and disconcerted, Alissa's quivering fingers traced his erection.
True groaned as heat speared him. His balls clenched and his cock pulsed. "Alissa," he said in a strained voice. "That feels very, very good."
He saw her delighted expression. Ah. She had realized her own feminine power--and it was both boon and bane. Now, she would persecute him. And he welcomed her every torment.