Hex on the Ex [Playing with Magic Book I]
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by Gabrina Garza
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Fantasy
Description: Jory hasn't just carried a torch for Pierce, he's been toting around an entire bonfire--which is exactly why he doesn't want to attend a costume party his best friend Jake has planned. Of course Pierce will be there, since he's been sharing a house with Jake. Behind a mask, however, Jory might be safe--or he might be tempted by his ex dressed as a sexy dark angel in leather pants and black wings. Lord have mercy! Looking like the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz, the Great Gidget is telling fortunes in her Southern accent and forces Jory to make a wish. His wish, however, goes horribly awry, and the "one more night" he wants with Pierce turns from a dream-come-true to a disaster. When masks go flying, Jory discovers the truth about Gidget, as well as his unexpected feelings for a friend and his own secret powers in hexing his ex with the spell from hell... Please Note: Don't miss the exciting sequel, Playing With Magic, Book II: Spell From Hell, coming soon from Amber Allure... [Genres: Gay / Contemporary / BDSM (Light) / Fantasy / Witchcraft / Magic / Romantic Comedy / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Series]
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: July 2008
14 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [92 KB]
Reading time: 54-75 min.
"4 STARS! ... The story is cute, the sex is pretty hot ... I recommend this story for both the plot...and entertainment value, and of course for the smut! But don't expect a climax; there is a cliffhanger and then you need to read part two."--Brett, Rainbow Reviews
Jory hated mingling, mostly because he wasn't good at it. An invisible, fine line existed between the guest who was annoying as all hell and life of the party. If he actually knew all of the people behind the masks he could have at least walked up to a group of friends, sat down, and made casual conversations. There were way too many people jammed inside the house, and outside had turned into little groups of two or three, numbers he didn't feel like intruding upon since the masked people looked comfortable.
Drink in hand, he watched a couple of guys in matching black masks play bean bags. The house throbbed with music courtesy of indoor/outdoor speakers strategically placed around the pool and patio. The beats worked their way into his muscles and he began tapping his index finger against his glass. From the corner of his eye he watched shadows move in the upstairs window as two bodies jerked to the fast, pounding beats.
His interest in bean bags faded and he casually turned, attempting to act as though he were looking for someone in the crowd. He stole a glance, seeing two very male figures dancing together, back to front. They flowed together, bumping and grinding like choreographed dancers. He looked away, staring at the penis piñata for a moment as it swayed in the breeze, a throbbing cock dangling on a string. It seemed a little too Freudian, and he looked away, finding the two dancers again.
The man in front had turned to wrap his arms around his partner. The fuzzy lines between one male and the next blurred further, until the lovers became one silhouette, a tangled mass of arms, chests, and heads.
Jory found himself jealous and intrigued. He'd danced like that with Pierce once or twice, though not at a party. In the privacy of their apartment he'd surprised Pierce with a techno remix from their first vacation together. Had they looked like that? So completely inseparable?
One of the men slowly lowered before his partner, and with his breath held, Jory watched the sex show, wishing he was the one being sucked off or giving pleasure. He didn't care which role he took on as long as he had Pierce in his arms. His mouth watered and his cock ached with the thought of licking and kissing his way down his former lover's body.