Book 2 (Standalone): Something Wanton BLURB He wants more than she's giving--he wants all of her. She wants to slow things down. Powerful witch Armand Bellamy moved from Paris to the Motor City to pursue Desdemona, sassy PI and reluctant sorceress. As Desy sleuths cases of jewelry theft at a riverfront hotel and of a crafty real estate agent suspected of adultery, she foresees neither the upcoming conflict with a sanity-impared Wiccan priest nor that the winding road of her relationship with Armand is paved with a six-foot-one blond-haired, blue eyed speed bump. Nick Sage, Desy's business partner and best friend since childhood, separates from his wife--and is intent on claiming Desy as his own. Hang on. It's going to be a bumpy ride. REVIEWS A PERFECT TEN! "...SOMETHING WANTON is a truly entertaining romp into the genre of erotic paranormal romance. Although a wonderful sequel to SOMETHING WICKED, this book stands on its own. Desdemona is a fabulous character. A strong, sensuous, petite powerhouse, she packs an amazing punch in more ways than one. Armand is as charming and loving as ever making the reader wish for a witchy Frenchman of their very own. The book certainly earns its E-rotic rating as Desy and Armand act out some of their most secret sexual fantasies, and they are hot! Witty dialogue, compelling characters, and a great plot make SOMETHING WANTON a must read for the summer and a Perfect 10. Just have your fans ready!"
EXCERPT Magic. Sorcery. Witchcraft. Believe in any of those? Nah, neither did I. Not until three months ago, that is, when I smacked face first into a few hard, irrefutable truths. Truths that turned my entire world upside down--bombshell discoveries--not the lease of which concerned the revelation about myself. You see--cue the suspenseful background music--I am a witch. Yep, it's true, cross my heart. And not just an ordinary witch, either (if such a thing exists); I'm told I'm a Wiccan Queen, a High Priestess. Nice title, huh? I'd kinda thought that's all it was too, a silly moniker, just words. Oh, I knew my powers were stronger than average but I hadn't quite realized how much stronger. And the title? Well, it comes with baggage, the heavy Samsonite kind. I found out all about it, the hard way, this past doozie of a week. What happened? Glad you asked. I'm a PI, and in addition to a normal workweek sleuthing cases of theft and adultery, I also fought two magical battles, morphed a man into a toad, stopped a basement sexcapade gone awry, and rescued a tottering tree trimmer. I saved lives and took others. Did the week stop there? Give me a chance to catch my breath? No and no. It piled more atop me like a house of cards (and you know what happens eventually with those). My week fell just as messy. An example? Well, Thursday I came upon my 75-year-old aunt in a compromising position with the neighboring widower. Very compromising. Picture saggy birthday suits, tangled limbs, and septuagenarian sighs. My aunt raised me, she's essentially my mother, and everyone knows moms don't have sex. Ew. I'm still recovering from the sight. But the real kicker? I discovered my best friend since childhood--one Nicholas Sage, may I add the very married Nicholas Sage--has feelings for me. Feelings that can't be filed under P for Platonic. And oh yeah, I fell in love, madly, head-over-heels, crazy in love. Fell hard, too. I scraped my knees a bit but I'm fine now, better than fine, though I admit the fall was more 'hard tumble' than 'smooth descent'. See for three months I fought a full commitment to him, fought harder still the loss of my heart. But he fought back stronger, and he fought dirty. This site contains ADULT content. Over 18 only.
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