Playing with power can land a girl in all sorts of trouble with her man, as six ladies soon discover. Whether she’s a witch who disobeys the no-magic rule, a fairy making lust cakes, an amateur sorceress casting a spell on her boyfriend, a victim of an enchanted necklace, a revenge fairy messing with a deity, or a pleasure fairy abusing her abilities…
Once they’ve experienced the sensual consequences of playing with their magical powers, can these ladies find their happily for now with a hint of forever? Or have they spoiled their chances?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy anthology contains elements of power exchange.
Excerpt for Mature Audiences from Breaking the Rules
Fuck he was big. Built like a bear. Caia narrowed her eyes through her sunglasses at the man who stood leaning against a wall, arms folded, across the swimming pool from her. Yes— built like a bear—because he was a fricking werebear. She could smell the testosterone from here and promptly shivered in distaste. Who wanted one of those alpha beings pawing at them? And just what the hell was his problem? He was staring at her. In fact, he had been for a while. She’d felt someone’s eyes on her over several occasions in the past few days, but when she’d turned to look, she hadn’t caught anyone. Had it been him?
Caia shifted on her lounger. At least the big brute couldn’t tell whether she was returning his stare or not because of her shades. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was interested. He could take his weird fixation somewhere else. Caia didn’t do werebears. She only did well-hung humans every once in a while. And only for one night to fuel her magic, then she wiped their memories. That way there were no messy emotions involved.
Giving the were freak a final look of disgust, Caia leaned back against her lounger, then closed her eyes. To enjoy the glorious sunshine.
“Your drink, madam.”
Caia sighed. “I didn’t order a drink.” She didn’t even bother looking up at the waiter.
“A gentleman bought it for you.”
What the fuck? Caia hadn’t started flirting with any men today to obtain a free drink. “I think you have the wrong lady,” she said with growing annoyance.
“No. The beautiful lady in the tiny pink bikini. That’s you.”
It was indeed. Caia opened her eyes, whipped off her shades and glared at the waiter. “Which gentleman?” Yet, before the man turned to look, she knew it was going to be that damn werebear. Sure enough, the waiter pointed him out. Incensed at having her sunbathing interrupted, Caia shoved her shades back on and resumed her position. “Tell him not to bother me again. If he does I shall shove the glass where the sun don’t shine.”
The man made a noise of discomfort. If she didn’t know better, she would say he was scared. “But, madam. Mr. Blackwood is the owner of this resort. I can’t take the drink back.”
Caia hesitated. It wouldn’t be fair to get a hireling into trouble. “Very well.” She took the drink from the tray. “Thank you.” She waited until the waiter walked away before she tipped the drink into a nearby flower pot. There. Problem solved. No way was she accepting a drink from a werebear, owner or not. He might have drugged it. She glanced across at him again, and couldn’t help feeling a little nervous at the look on his face before he turned away and disappeared into the club house. It had promised retribution. Perhaps she had been unwise to piss the owner of this gorgeous resort off. She really liked it here and would hate to have to find somewhere else. But the bear had to learn to take no for an answer and Caia didn’t like backing down.
Shaking her head at how ridiculous she was being, she lay back and closed her eyes once more. She was a powerful witch for fuck’s sake. Well, she was when her magic was fully charged. Still, low on magic or not, she smiled at the thought of turning the werebear into something if he tried anything again with her. Then she determinedly forgot all about him as she soaked up the gorgeous feeling of the hot sun on her skin.
* * * * *
The witch was playing with fire, refusing his drink. Tariq had seen her, decided he wanted her and that was that. She would be his. No female could ever turn him down. And yet, this witch had dared to glare at him—he had felt it from across the pool. She had tipped his drink away too. What woman did that? Her defiance and indifference challenged him. Made him want her all the more. As if her lush body barely constrained in that skimpy bikini hadn’t made him hard enough.
Tariq smiled as he walked into his office, his anger of a few moments ago turning into anticipation of the hunt. If the witch thought she could deny him, she was wrong. He would inform her of the club rules and once she broke them, Tariq would take great delight in teaching her the consequences of doing so.
Soon, the beautiful redhead would be submitting to his inner beast. He doubted she’d ever experienced sex with a half-vampire, half werebear like him before. And although Tariq had sensed her disdain about his werebear half, he was confident that the witch would soon change her mind. Immune she was not. Emotion of any kind hinted at passion and he looked forward to unleashing that passion. Taming the wild beauty was not his intention. Far from it. But she would be solely his. For he also wanted her as his vampire mate.
About the Author:
Vanessa Liebe is the author of fun, sexy erotic romance and erotica, both contemporary and historical. She mostly writes in the Fantasy and Paranormal categories as she likes a man with bite.
Vanessa is married with three children and resides in Hampshire, South East England. When not house training her children, reading or writing, she likes to sit in the garden with a glass of rose wine.
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