Kill the wizard or her sister Emily dies...
She might be chock-full of magic, but witch Skye Logan isn't a killer. Handed a non-negotiable choice like that, though, she has no option. What makes it harder is that one look at sexy, "too gorgeous for his own good" Rane Richards has Skye swallowing her tongue and stuttering. And she never stutters. The attraction works both ways, and it isn't long before Skye is seeing a sensual side to the handsome wizard most women would kill for.
Sex is all Skye needs for the spell to slowly steal Rane's magic...and his life. As Rane hovers minutes away from death, Skye makes a decision for them both that will have far-reaching effects for witches and wizards alike.
As their attraction reaches boiling point, Rane and Skye begin to connect in a lot more ways than the physical, and find themselves torn by what they are--and the love they cannot have.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Unchained Spell by Rachel Carrington
Rane came awake instantly, his breathing labored. Internal alarms had woken him, warning him of danger. He snapped to attention and rolled from the bed in one fluid movement.
He recognized the soft footsteps outside his door and his shoulders relaxed. The witch was attempting to ambush him in his own home. How foolish of her! For a brief moment, amusement warred with irritation and almost won--but only for a moment. Rane didn't like having to be on guard in his own home. Apparently Skye Logan wasn't accustomed to his preferences. He'd have to educate her.
Flinging open his bedroom door, he reached out with one hand and caught hold of linen. A muffled sound of surprise signaled his success and he dragged his quarry into the glow of the lamp beside his bed.
"I didn't think we'd meet again so soon." His gaze swept over her. The sight of his shirt skimming her thighs, those long legs and painted toenails punched him in the stomach like an invisible fist. He'd always been a sucker for a woman wearing a man's shirt.
Skye struggled against him, pushing her breasts against the wall of his chest. His body responded instantly, blood surging through his veins to pool between his thighs. His erection pressed into her abdomen and he stifled a groan when the witch rose up on her toes to bite him on the shoulder.
His hands dropped lower, reaching under the shirt to cup the smooth roundness of her bottom. Encountering naked skin, he cursed low and lifted her slight body higher. "Coming to a man's room in the middle of the night is dangerous enough. Without clothes, it ranks right up there with treacherous."
Skye stilled instantly. Her hands fisted against his chest and she blinked up at him. "I wasn't coming to your bedroom. I was thirsty."
Rane rubbed his palms over the round globes of her ass and watched her pupils dilate. "Really? Were you not aware of my ability to sense danger? It's another one of those quirky things I can do. So tell me, why would I sense danger if you were only on your way for a glass of water?"
Shifting, she slid her hands down his chest and tipped her head back, exposing the smooth column of her throat. "Maybe your radar isn't working properly."
Hugging her tighter, he smiled down into her upturned face. "Oh, I can assure you that everything I have is in proper working order... Everything." Beneath his silky boxers, his cock jumped against her belly, adding emphasis to his words.
Her eyes narrowed like a cat's when it is about to pounce. "You're obviously not too concerned about what I might do to you considering how exposed you've left yourself." She nibbled her lower lip. "Maybe it's just that you've never had a witch in your bed. I mean, that is what you think I am, right?"
Rane tangled one hand in the luxurious length of her thick hair and tugged more sharply than he intended.
Skye inhaled quickly and though her eyes watered, she didn't beg for mercy. He doubted the witch would ever give him the satisfaction. He tamped down the involuntary surge of admiration for the shapely redhead and tried to concentrate.
He ran a finger across Skye's lips and felt them tremble. His body was already aching painfully and if he didn't move away from her soon, he would take her. And for the life of him, he couldn't remember why that would be such a bad thing.
"You shouldn't play with things you don't understand, Skye." The warning came out on a croak. She shifted against him again, her hip bumping into his cock with just the slightest amount of pressure, enough to make him groan aloud.
His gaze focused on her face, the unlined expanse of skin covering her cheekbones. To the touch, it would feel as smooth as polished marble. Her eyes had widened, making her lashes appear longer and fuller, if that was possible. He didn't know if he'd scared her or made her angry. Either way, he wanted to kiss her, to make passion a part of the equation.
His head dipped low and as he closed in on his target, Skye sucked in a sharp breath. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to kiss you," he announced with confidence.
She shook her head so slowly it was barely a movement. "I don't want you to kiss me."
He easily read the lie in her eyes, heard it in her voice. Did she think he couldn't see that she was practically trembling with need? He brought his hands up to cup her face. "No?"
Another shake of her head provided her response.
"Not even a little?"