Warlocks, vampires, demons, talking cats…oh my!! LOL.

I just signed a contract at Ellora’s Cave for a new Menage-a-trois. It’s called Spark of Magic. This romantic suspense/vampire/warlock/menage will send you on many twist and turns as warlocks Nicholas and Darien try to keep reluctant, witch Rebecca safe from harm. Add to that her best friend, Tonya, a sexy halfbreed vampire, Marcus, an arrogant talking cat by the name of Vincent and one unbelievable evil warlock called Sabastian and you have one heck of a ride…:)

Below are two excerpts. One for Rebecca and one for Tonya.

Hope you enjoy…:)

Tonya’s excerpt

“Feeling better?” Marcus asked from the open doorway.
Rebecca didn’t miss the heat flare in Tonya’s eyes before she tramped it down, anger taking its place as she glared at Marcus. “Go easy on him,” Rebecca whispered. “He’s been beside himself worried about you.”

Tonya snorted, unsure she believed that load of crap.
“I’ll leave the two of you alone,” Rebecca murmured and Tonya reached out to grasp her hand. She didn’t want to be alone with him. She knew what would happen if she were.
“You’ll be fine,” she whispered, then pulled her hand free. “I’ll check on you later.”
With that her friend left the room, leaving her alone with a man she both lusted after and hated. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at him in silence.
“You must be feeling better. You’re shooting daggers at me.”
His lips spread into an adorable smile, lighting up his deep blue eyes and making them sparkle. Tingles ran down her spine, but she brushed them aside, ignoring the affect his nearness had on her senses.
“I should be shooting bullets,” she snarled.
“You wanted to see Rebecca,” he reasoned.
“You kidnapped me.”
He waved his hand, dismissing it and shooting her the most sensual smile she’d ever seen. Her flesh heated from the inside out.
“Details,” he purred.
“That’s a big detail, Marcus. You scared me. I thought you were going to go all mob on me and dump my ass in the river.”
Marcus shook his head with an amused frown. “No, sweet. I don’t dump people in the river anymore. They have a tendency of floating back up. Now I just cut them up into little pieces and feed them to the dragons.”
Tonya narrowed her gaze. “You’re such an ass.”
Laughter rumbled through his chest as he came further out onto the balcony. He wore all black again, but it looked good on him. The black slacks accentuated his trim waist, the black t-shirt hugged his muscular chest. Flashes of that afternoon at the club went through her mind and without thinking her gaze dropped to his cock, which she could see outlined behind the zipper of his pants.
As though reading her mind, he asked softly, “Are you sure you’re up for that?”
Her gaze shot back to his and the heat of a blush moved over her neck. “Excuse me?”
“You were staring at my crotch as though you were starving.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
He smiled and her stomach flipped. Juices poured from her pussy as she imagined the two of them in that huge bed just a few feet away. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about it—wanting it?
“I’m sorry I frightened you.”
He said it with such sincerity, her gut clenched and she became even angrier with herself, which came out toward him.
“You should be!” she snapped and jumped up from the lounge chair. With hands on her hips, she glared at him. “You can’t just put women in a trance and take them wherever the hell you want. You know you can go to jail for this, right? You know what you did is illegal.”
“You know you’re cute when you’re pissed,” he teased.
“Screw you,” she snapped and he raised an eyebrow as though she’d just challenged him.
Marcus slowly stalked toward her, backing her toward the room as he advanced. Her heart raced at the animal lust shining in his gaze—the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt as he moved ever closer. His masculine scent mingled with the sweet smell of the flowers below, heating her skin and mentally drawing her to him like a moth to a burning flame.
“How do you ever expect me to—“
Marcus’s mouth covered hers so fast, she didn’t have time to prepare—to stop him. But the second his scent invaded her nostrils and wrapped around her, she found she didn’t want to stop him. His lips were firm and hard at first, then softened to glide enticingly across hers. Her mouth parted, allowing him access to deepen the kiss and invade her with his wicked tongue. He tasted so good—like coffee mixed with caramel and she sucked at his tongue to get every last flavor.
He moaned into her kiss, his arms encircling her waist to pull her close. Her breasts pressed against his chest, his palms splayed against the small of her back, sending shocks of electricity through her limbs. With a desperate moan, her fingers clenched and unclenched within the fabric of his shirt, her nails scraping at his chest through the material.
She felt possessed. Every part of her screamed to take him—to let him take her. She needed him as much as she needed water to drink and the realization sent shock waves through her body.
Warm fingers moved beneath the fabric of her shirt, connecting with her flesh to scorch her very soul. His touch set her on fire, made her crazy with lust. One hand moved around to cup her breasts and she cried out, the sound swallowed by his kiss—the never-ending kiss that consumed her. If she didn’t get his flesh against hers, didn’t get his cock buried inside her soon, she’d combust—fall to the floor in a pile of ash.
Marcus tugged at her top, breaking the kiss just long enough for him to remove it, letting the fabric fall to the floor forgotten. Cool air brushed across her nipples, only to be replaced by the warmth of his lips as he teased her sensitive nubs. Her fingers buried in his hair, tugging him closer, begging for more of his delicious torture.
“Marcus,” she sighed. “What are you doing to me?”
“Whatever you want me to do, sweet,” he purred, then tugged at the buttons of her jeans, ripping them apart.
She gasped, her pussy spasming and leaking cream. She wanted him so bad it defied understanding. Only a moment ago, she hated him. Now she couldn’t seem to get enough of him—couldn’t seem to get him close enough.
With an animalistic growl that sent her heart into palpitations, he lifted her onto the dresser and tugged her jeans off, throwing them across the room. Next came his shirt and her hands immediately moved to skim across his hard flesh. His lips covered hers as he pulled her hips close, his hard cock grinding against her hungry mound through the material of his pants.
It wasn’t enough and she groaned in frustration, desperate to feel his thick cock filling her. Her hands moved to his fly, tugging it apart with the same hungry desperation he’d used on hers. They both worked to shove them to the floor where he hurriedly kicked them aside.
With his hands gripping her ass, he lifted her so her legs could encircle his waist. She ground her pussy, then held on tight to his shoulders to lift herself slightly. With a long, low growl, she sank her pussy down onto his pulsing shaft, taking him clear to her womb.
They didn’t make it to the bed. Instead, he shoved her against the wall, pushing his cock even deeper. His mouth covered hers, swallowing her cries of delight as he pounded into her, sending her senses reeling out of control. Pinned to the wall as she was, she couldn’t move with him, but had to take what he gave her. And what he gave her was heaven. She could feel every delectable inch of his shaft as he moved in and out, his cock stretching her with every pounding thrust into her pussy.
His grunts mingled with her cries as his thrust became even more powerful, demanding even more from her. He bit at the sensitive flesh below her ear, his teeth gently scraping across her skin. Something pricked her, then a trickle of warm fluid slid down her neck.
The slight bite of pain only intensified her pleasure and her orgasm slammed through her instantly. She screamed, holding tight to Marcus as he pressed deep, grinding his pelvis against her clit, intensifying her pleasure until he too stiffened. Pulling away from her neck, he reared his head back and growled, shoving himself into her hard, spilling his warm seed into her pulsing channel.
“Your mine, Tonya,” he growled and she opened her eyes to stare at him in dazed wonderment. “Only mine.”

Rebecca’s excerpt

Rebecca strolled through the library, her fingers running delicately along the spines of novels that had to be hundreds of years old. One, several shelves up, caught her interest and she reached up, mentally tugging the book from its resting spot. It floated slowly toward her hand until she was able to reach out and grab it, its leather bindings soft with age.
“Very good, Becca.”
She lifted her gaze to stare at the man who’d spoken. One of the twins stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his hip leaning against the door frame. He looked quite dashing and way too sexy for his own good. Unfortunately, she didn’t know which one he was.
“Darien,” he said with a grin.
“The two of you are identical. It’s very hard to tell you apart.”
Raising his hand, he slid two fingers down his hair on one side, a white stripe appearing in their wake. She frowned, then laughed at his attempt to appear different.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much, thank you,” she said with a grin. “I think I like it actually. It gives you a dangerous look for some reason.”
“Maybe I’ll keep it then.” He shrugged. “At least this way you can tell us apart.”
She chuckled and moved to sit on the large red sofa facing the massive stone fireplace. “That would certainly be helpful.”
Keeping her eyes downcast, she tried to not think about how incredibly sexy he looked in his jeans. A white t-shirt stretched tight across his chest, the blue suede shirt he wore over it accentuated his eyes and made him appear more like a casual rancher than the lord of a mystical castle.
Shouldn’t she be getting to know them before jumping their bones every time they looked at her?
“Are you beginning to feel a little more comfortable around me and Nicholas?”
She almost jumped at how close he sounded and stiffened when he sat down on the couch beside her. He had been so quiet, she hadn’t even heard him approach. With a shrug, she kept her gaze on the book in her hand. The pages worn and tattered, the writing faded with age.
“I suppose. Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m dying to lay you across this couch and screw the hell out of you.”
Her head came up with a jerk and tingles of desire skimmed along her flesh. She stared at him with a mixture of shock and anger—anger with herself for immediately coming to a state of burning need with his brash words. Heat flared in his eyes as he met her gaze and she swallowed, trying hard to think of a biting retort, but not a damn thing would come to mind. She was utterly speechless.
“You’re nothing if not blunt,” she snapped, making him grin.
He gently brushed the hair from her eyes, making her skin tingle. “I don’t see any sense in mincing words, not when I can sense your needs as clear as I can sense my own.”
“Where’s Nicholas?” she asked, trying to change the subject from the dangerous path it headed down.
She did want him. More than anything right now, she wanted him to do exactly as he’d said and it scared her to death. She’d never felt this kind of attraction and wondered at just how real it was. Was it a spell? And if so, did she want a relationship based on that?
“He’s in the lab with Vincent. They’re trying to formulate a spell that will draw out Sabastian as well as a protection spell for you. Prefer the two of us as opposed to just one?” he purred, reaching out to tug at one of the curls dangling around her ear lobe.
“Stop it,” she snarled. He only grinned, which fueled her anger even more. “I need some answers, Darien, not teasing.”
“All right,” he conceded with a nod, moving his hand away from her and giving her a much needed reprieve from his overbearing sexuality. “What do you want to know?”
“I’m not as powerful as you. How can I fight Sabastian?”
“You won’t have to fight him alone. Nicholas and I will be with you. If the three of us combine our powers, we’ll be able to defeat him.”
“Why doesn’t someone just kill him?” she asked in exasperation.
“It’s not that simple. He’s woven several protection spells around himself. Killing him will be a challenge.”
Rebecca sighed and closed the book with a loud clap. Insecurities washed through her. Fear gripped her chest. She had trouble doing simple things, how the hell was she supposed to be the women to save them all from an evil warlock?
“I’m not ready for this,” she sighed. “I’m not.”
“Hey,” Darien murmured as he gripped her chin and turned her to face him. “You won’t be alone. I promise.” Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek, making her stomach flip. His lips were warm and as he pulled away, she caught the scent of mint and tea. “How about we go outside and practice a little. Get those powers of yours warmed up a bit.”
Rebecca smiled slightly as she tried to recapture some of her composure. Just that one simple little kiss had sent her senses into a tailspin. For a fleeting second, she could have sworn she felt his need for her, his desire to feel her beneath him, his tension filled body coiled like a spring. Maybe magic practice is what they both needed to cool off.
With a nod, she relented. “Sounds like a good idea.”

* * * * *
Nicholas stood back and watched Rebecca try to manipulate a boulder with magic. Twice she growled in frustration when the rock turned into something other than what she wanted it to. With a chuckle, he leaned against the tree, watching the sunlight play across her face. The pink sundress accentuated her trim waist and firm breasts. The color even brought out her tan and highlighted the blond in her hair.
Her beauty sometimes left him breathless, incapable of coherent speech. He’d expected the physical bond to be strong, but not the emotional one. He never expected he might actually be able to fall in love with his chosen wife, but damned if he wasn’t halfway there. He loved her spunk. It was no doubt she was a handful.
“Try it this way,” Darien explained and for the first time, Nicholas noticed the white streak down the side of his hair and smiled slightly.
For Rebecca he imagined, so she could tell them apart. Not a bad idea, really, just unusual for Darien. Normally Darien could care less if people were able to tell them apart. Their family and closest friends could and those were all that mattered.
Rebecca tried again, this time turning the rock into a turtle. “Oh for the love of god,” she grumbled, making Nicholas chuckle.
“Poor thing,” Vincent purred from his spot on the tree branch several feet off the ground. “I haven’t seen magic that bad since…well, I can’t remember ever seeing magic that bad.”
“Give her time. Remember, she hasn’t had any formal training. She’ll get the hang of it.”
“Mmmm,” Vincent murmured, then flicked his tail. “Let’s just hope it’s before the Dominion Ball. Are you sure presenting her there is a good idea, Nicholas?”
“Sabastian will be there.”
“I’m sure he’s already aware of her existence and the fact that you’ve joined with her.”
“I am too, but he can’t get to her here, it’s protected. We also can’t keep her here forever. The ball is the best place to bring her out and challenge Sabastian.”
Vincent jumped from his perch to the branch closest to Nicholas’s shoulder. “Make sure you know what you’re doing, Nicholas. Watch your back and keep your eyes open. Something isn’t right with Sabastian. It goes beyond evil. There’s something we’re not aware of. I can feel it in every bone of my body.”

It’s been a long summer, but the kids go back to school on Monday. It will be nice to have a quiet house again, so I can get some more writing done. I’m soooo far behind.

Can you believe this weather?? Today, it’s supposed to be 102 in Nashville, wow. I live about a hour and a half east of there on top of the Cumberland Plateau. Much cooler here, although it still should be around 92 or so. Pretty hot for the mountain.

I’ve been spending alot of time in the shade reading with my feet in the cool water…:) I have this fabulous little water fall behind my house that runs off our spring fed pond. The run off creates a small creek about twenty feet long, then it turns and drops down into the gulley between me and the house behind us. It continues as a creek and eventually ends up in a larger river about a half mile away. It’s cool and I just love the sound. My daughter plays in it and I sit at the bottom reading.

It’s the perfect spot.

You can’t see it in the pic, but my house is behind the trees at the top of the hill. I’m about to loose my water fall, though. Two beavers have moved into the pond and begun to build a dam where the water for the falls runs out. Little stinkers. It’s fun to watch them swim, but you can’t get too close. When you do they swat their tales against the water like they’re trying to scare you away…LOL. They’re cute, but truthfully, I like my falls more…:) If they would just build their dam in another spot.

Trista