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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: Once in a blue moon, a witch will find what she wants where she least expects it. Events planner Tabitha Richardson had no idea what she signed on for when she picked up a job for Atlanta's most eligible bachelor. Russell, while gorgeous and the immediate star of her fantasies, also has a darker side. He is a werewolf, and the full moon is fast approaching. But he isn't the only one with secrets to keep. Tabitha is harboring a big one right alongside her crush on Russell, and that secret is witchcraft. When she decides to throw caution to the wind and indulge in her desires, she finds that she has bitten off much more than she can chew. The only question is, will she make it out alive?
eBook Publisher: Sugar and Spice Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [80 KB]
Words: 17425
Reading time: 49-69 min.

What were they talking about again? Oh, right...food.

"I assure you it will be everything you want it to be," she breezed, sounding much calmer than she felt. She was wound tighter than a top, and had to force her arms down by her sides to keep from raising a rogue hand and flipping her hair with that nervous energy. That move was a little too schoolgirl for her, even as she fought the unrelenting urge to do it.

He crossed the room toward her, filling up her vision with his presence. He offered a dashing grin and his hand, both of which she accepted graciously. His skin was rough, as if he had spent considerable time working with his hands, and the sliver of contact made her shiver. Awareness and a new, deep longing prickled along her skin as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Oh, the things he could probably do with those hands...and that mouth, so soft and warm against her hand. When Tabitha managed to smile up at him, she simultaneously tightened the muscles in her thighs, hoping to abate the tingle starting there.

He was also, she realized a moment later, feverish.

She wondered if he should be hosting a party with a temperature such as that, but one look into his sharp eyes told her that he was capable of handling the pressure, under the weather or not. He still had hold of her hand, the pad of his thumb stroking over the inside of her wrist. She was certain he could feel her heartbeat thumping wildly out of control each time he touched that artery.

Something else was hidden in the look on his face, but she was too distracted to truly grasp it. When he lifted her wrist and drew his nose along her skin, she very nearly had a heart attack. That wicked little flicker was back in his eyes, and she knew that he knew she would follow him to the end of the earth, ailing or not.

"Until then..." he added, and he swept away before she could comprehend what had happened. Tabitha watched the door long after he was gone, still trying hard to process him. Sweet Earth Mother, she wanted him in a way that she had never, ever wanted another person, and it didn't help that he had touched her. And smiled at her. And looked at her. A lot.

"Down, girl," came a familiar voice from over her shoulder. Tabitha turned around and smiled warmly, thankful for the distraction from her thoughts. Cera, her best friend and business partner, smiled back at her. Cera's ebony skin sparkled with a combination of shimmer dust and raindrops, and it made Tabitha's smile spread just a bit wider. When she shook out her long, multi-colored braids, water speckled Tabitha's face and she squinted against it while her mind caught up to the rest of her. "I know he's hot and all--"

"Hot?" Tabitha snorted, "The man is walking sex on a stick!"

"--but he is the boss," Cera finished. "It ain't healthy for you to be looking at him like he's on the menu, Tabby."

"I'm not!" she defended weakly, aware it was a bald lie. Lie or not, though, she was going to stand by it. "And don't call me Tabby." Petulant, she knew, but it was all she had. Tabitha couldn't deny the attraction she felt and swore he picked up on it as well, but she also knew he would be the one signing her check at the end of the night, once the job was completed to his liking. "I just like looking at him."