Cover Art by: Nancy Donahue
Azrielle Marris, a young witch not fully in charge of her powers, goes out one night using the magic of astral projection, and lands into danger. After crashing into an attractive man, she soon finds herself in bed with a passionate lover. When he leaves, claiming they can never be together again, she's left heartbroken, and yet, hopeful that she can change his mind.
Bram Latimer is a witch of a coven in charge of Wicca law. While investigating the mysterious deaths of witches, he meets the woman meant to carry his seed. There's an unwritten rule against emotional involvement. However, not even Bram anticipated the intense connection, and he challenges the high council's orders to abandon the woman he loves.
In the end, Azrielle wins Bram's heart, and he proves rules can be broken, when he dies to protect all that he loves.
Excerpt
Azrielle had a slew of questions and no answers. Her stomach hurt from the jouncing ride on his shoulder. Her bottom felt numb by the fall. Her heart raced with wild beats upon her ribs. She actually felt real sensations. Her mother said it would take time to work up to the sense of touch. If she didn’t have a stranger manhandling her, she would jump for joy at the learning process. She always had been a quick learner…but pain…why did that have to be her first prickle of perception?
“What’s going on? Let go of me!”
She struggled or thought she did. Things weren’t working as planned. The more he pushed her into a dark doorway, the less her efforts worked at getting free.
“Shhh.” His warm breath hushed near her face.
A shudder of excitement shook her when she realized his other hand lay spread over her breast. She would assume it was because he pushed her back, although it didn’t make the touch less intrusive.
The second she made a noise to protest about the fingers over her mouth, he leaned into her. She didn’t think he could make his body fit against hers any closer while his hand remained on her breastbone.
“Be quiet, do you want to die?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
His head lifted when she didn’t respond. He made it hard to think of reasons she should make him let go. The tantalizing heat sandwiching her to the door, radiated thoroughly through her. Tremors made her thighs tighten. She squeezed her eyes, but it didn’t help the tiny orgasm bursting into a wet heat between her legs.
Azrielle stared at him. No amount of darkness could stop her from seeing the brilliance to his blue eyes. A calm lusting mesmerized her into silence.
“That’s a yes?”
His head nodded, prompting her agreement, though she forgot the question.
“I’ll take my hand away, but not one word.”
Her head continued it’s involuntarily bob. His hypnotic stare could get him anything he wanted. She watched the reflection of herself in his pupils and saw the desire of her deepest thoughts. His hard, lean body remained pressed to her. Every thump of his heart met hers with an arousing pulse. The steady rhythm flowed through her limbs as if they shared one soul. Quickening, the thrill maddened her to the core, and she leaned against him.
The urge to know him made her open her mouth to start the query. “Who are…”
He said no talking. She never suspected he’d utilize drastic measures to make his point.
His mouth blanketed hers and captured her breath in a firm, completely locked kiss. Her parted lips gave him a blind invitation to enter. The infusion of his tongue, penetrated, probed, and swathed the roof of her mouth. As if he were inspecting the flavor of an ice cream cone, he licked everywhere. Azrielle melted under his ardor. Confining and trapping her reasoning with some clever spell, she moved her mouth against his.
His hand moved from her chest up around her neck. His thumb stroked her jaw with a soothing sensitivity she never expected from a man kissing her without verbal permission. Her lips hung loose for him to sip and suck on skillfully. She enjoyed every delightful second his hot breath scorched her.
He pulled his mouth away holding her bottom lip with his teeth.
She hummed a low whine of a consent she should never have given.
Moving her hands, Azrielle searched for a place to hang onto him. The jacket crushed in her grip.
He moaned softly, and the sensual resonance lured her into his arms snaking around her.
The influx of an intuitive warning struck her with fear—not of him, but from outside the space they occupied. The impassioned hardness of him came in all forms, shapes, and sizes, pressing her tighter. She didn’t want to give up the heartbeat rocking with hers, nor did she want his hands to release the tender hold he had of her.
He held her face and devoured her judgment.
“Please,” she whimpered...
Reviews
If you like a good witch story that will leave you breathless from the steamy passion, and two hearts that are determined to prove that rules are meant to be broken, then pick up THE WITCH STONE and see what Azrielle and Brandon have to teach an old establishment bent on following rules when there is no rules in the game of love.
...Dawn, Love Romances
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