Three witches. The three warlocks who love them. Three tales of magic and the power of love woven into one erotic and heartwarming tale... Thanks to her status as first daughter, and the ancient spell that binds them as mates, witch Rosemary Thorne must marry warlock Drake Dundrury. He's a man she could love...if he hadn't already betrayed her. Psychic witch Ginger Thorne spends her twenty-first birthday in the arms of a handsome stranger...who turns out to be Nigel Brubre, the son of the people who ruined her family's business. Then Nigel disappears, and Ginger must put aside her own heartache to find him. Witch healer Sage Thorne finds shelter in a cave from a storm-and finds a bespelled locket. Gorgeous warlock Ravin appears and offers her untold pleasure for the mere price of her soul. And she finds herself tempted to accept his offer.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Sex with Your Hex by Riley Ashford
She attempted to sashay by him, but he wouldn't allow her the dignity of escape. He was tired of her running away from him. Running away from them and what they could have together. He gathered her into his arms and pushed back the loose tendrils of her blonde hair.
"My darlin' Rosie," he murmured. His lowered his head and watched her eyes widen in stunned anticipation.
Slowly, oh-so slowly, he brushed his lips across hers.
He shuddered with the pleasure derived from that sweet touch. Her gasp feathered his mouth and he breathed in the essence of her. Champagne. Desire. Rosie.
Angling his mouth over hers, he tasted her again. Her lips were soft as the petals of a flower, still lightly slick from her lipstick. He kissed her until her mouth was swollen and ripe, the pink gloss rubbed away to nothing.
Her breathing was erratic, her eyes dazed, and her arms limp around his neck. His body was tense with longing, with need. And his cock was hard as an oak tree. Cupping her ass, he brought her close, slipped his hard length between the vee of her thighs.
"Drake. Oh. Uh...wow."
He smiled against her mouth then took her lips again, worshipping the contours, memorizing the shape, testing the sweetness that yet waited for him.
Hunger for his soul mate burned through him. He had wanted to wait for her. It shamed him that his first experience had been with Andromeda, the deceitful bitch. But she had tricked him... Stop thinking about it, you fool. The woman you love is finally in your arms!
With his tongue, he traced the seam of her lips then broke through the slight resistance and dipped inside for a real taste. She moaned into his mouth, her sigh of compliance as heady as champagne. Her plump mouth was juicy, reminding him of just-picked strawberries, tangy sugar.
Her tongue met his, engaging in a teasing dance that mimicked another kind of penetration and motion. Joy sang through him and intertwined with the heat of his passion.
"Rosie," he whispered as he broke the kiss. His breathing was tattered, his heart raging. "I would take you right now, love. But you deserve that your first time be special. Rose petals. Silk sheets. Candles. And music." He had planned it all. They'd spell themselves into the honeymoon suite he'd created at their castle. He would show her how much he loved her, needed her and wanted to Bind with her.
Rosemary blinked up at him. "Oh fuck that." She slipped out of his grasp and knelt, flipping up the edge of his kilt. "Hot damn! You are naked under your skirt."
"'Tis a kilt," he corrected, "and you shouldna be lookin' at the--oooooh."