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Candlelit Magic by Wendi Zwaduk
Part of the Wanton Witches Collection
Contemporary, Paranormal, M/F, Anal Sex
Even love witches get the blues.
Havan’s magical potions bring couples together and give them the happily ever after of their dreams. Too bad her spells don’t work for her. In Erie View, the townspeople see nothing more than a witch. All she wants is to find that special man to embrace her quirks and love her. Will she be able to accept the blessings of the Goddesses or lose faith in herself?
Neil doesn’t believe in magic. It’s trickery for television and movies. No one creates a spell for people to fall in love. Hell, he doesn’t even believe in love. After a string of crappy dates and dead-end romances, he’s through with relationships. But a chance meeting at the grocery store changes his mind. Havan’s nothing like he expects—but is the blue haired witch enough to make him give romance another shot?
And now for that Hump!!
“This is where we get off.”
For the first time in a long time, she laughed. “Get off? You’re sure of yourself.” She covered her mouth with both hands. Her skin tingled. She could get used to being around a guy like Neil. “Think you can?” She volleyed the first attack. Would he respond?
He opened the front door and smiled. “Havan, I’m sorry I acted like a jerk. When I’m around you, I can’t think straight and I say things I don’t mean. I’m usually not this…way. But yeah, I think I can make you scream my name.”
“I understand.” She ducked under his outstretched arm and walked into his apartment. “Being a witch brings out the oddest things in people and makes them say things they might not usually say.”
“Yeah?” He closed the door and snagged her in his arms. “Maybe I need a little more odd—I mean, a little more you in my life.”
“Odd is good.” Havan rose up on her toes and kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, thrilled by the hardness of his chest and the bulge in his jeans.
Neil hoisted her in his arms and arranged her legs about his waist. “I want you.”
“Me, too.” Havan held tight to him as he carried her through the apartment to his bedroom. No pictures, just a stuffed deer head over the entryway to the hall decorated the ivory walls. A collection of beer bottles lined the shelf opening between the kitchen and living room. Not that she noticed much else. He collapsed on the bed with her atop him.
His groan rumbled in his chest and sent a rush of fever through her veins. His eyes sparkled and he grasped the waistband of her jeans. “Show me everything, my witch.”
Havan threw caution to the wind along with every one of her fears. She pulled the hem of her tunic up over her head, baring her upper body to him. The lace of her bra barely concealed her breasts. The chill of the season kissed her skin and she fought the urge to cover herself, but the warmth in his eyes touched her to the bone.
Her magic swelled within her and she tipped her head back. The straps of her bra slipped off her shoulders.
“Yeah, babe.” Neil flicked open the clasp and removed the bra, baring her breasts. “You glow.”