It's Release Day
for In the Mage's Arms! This newly updated and revised Book 2 in The Magiste
Chronicles features a smoking hot new cover by Winter Bayne, and is available
everywhere now! The continuation of the Magiste Chronicles tells the story of
Lily Prentiss and Aidan Marchand, two people who collide in ways they never
expected. Lily's given up her life in the Magiste, turning her back on her gift
of healing magic. Aidan is evolving into a Mage, a painful and potentially
crippling process. When Lily touches him, Aidan's pain stops, creating quite a
dilemma for them both.
I enjoyed
reworking this book, fixing things that had always bothered me and changing
others because as I went through it this last time, I realized many scenes in
the story just didn't work very strongly as they were written. Now, those
scenes truly fit the story as they should. Another factoid - a lot of the
Magiste capabilities came into solid awareness with this book, back when I
first wrote it. At that time, when I was about halfway through, many of the missing
elements of the Magiste fell into place. Book 1 was a basic foundation for my
alternate Louisiana, but In the Mage's Arms brought so many of the details into
sharp focus. All of the books in the series have benefitted from that.
Check out an
excerpt below – warning, NSFW! And feast your eyes on this gorgeous new cover
by Winter Bayne – she really captured the heat of Lily and Aidan's
relationship:
Here's where you
can get your hands on In the Mage's Arms, featuring Magically Kinky! love
scenes, and there are more vendors on the way:
All Romance
Ebooks (ARe): https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mages-Arms-Magiste-Chronicles-Book-ebook/dp/B01M1RKUDD
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/667051
Here's that
excerpt – make sure you have a cold beverage on hand! lol
Heat broke
through Lily's foggy slumber, flooding her with warmth. She inched closer, the
remnants of the anxiety of her dreams finally fading. A soft moan near her ear tore
through the veil of hazy illusions that left her restless.
The warmth of a
solid chest, strong, alive, seared into her awareness. Powerful arms folded
around her. One large hand rested on her belly. Her eyes snapped open.
Aidan.
How easily she'd
fallen asleep amidst his embrace worried her. Her last conscious thought was to
resist his allure and remain vigilant, yet she'd let go of that determination
in a heartbeat. One that involved a man who intrigued and frightened in more
ways than she'd ever imagined.
His face, buried
against her neck, along with his warm breath ticklish against her skin, sent a
shot of excitement slithering along her spine. She stared at the hand on her
stomach, long, strong fingers splayed flat against her. The thought of them running
over her body drew a shiver of excitement. She raised her hand, gently touching
his large one, meandering over his fingers, sliding to the wrist. A light
dusting of gold hair sprinkled his warm skin, soft under her touch. His lean
forearm rested on her waist, burning her through her dress. Still, she
continued her exploration, finding his upper arm muscled and solid under the
black T-shirt. She shifted slightly and he gave a soft snore. She froze then
cautiously turned her head to look at him. He still slept. She resumed tracing
a vein on his arm with her fingertips and let out the breath she’d been
holding.
It felt nice
having him wrapped around her like this. Zut!
A whole hell of a lot better than nice, if she were honest with herself. No
pain assaulted her this morning, just his warmth, his presence surrounding her,
both calming and invigorating her.
She wanted to
laugh at the same time she wanted to cry. Last night, she’d sworn off men. And
here she was with one in her bed. Granted, most women wouldn’t want to get a
man in bed this way, and she knew he wouldn’t be here under any other
circumstances, but the whole situation left her reeling, her life and her world
abruptly turned upside down.
Her hand drifted
again, lingering on his bicep, tracing down past his elbow. She imagined him
leaning above her and ... What was she doing? She needed to get him out of her
bed. At that moment, the fingers on her stomach flexed, ever so slightly. She
gasped, her nipples hardening when the fingers moved again, the caress growing
more insistent. Her hand tightened on his arm.
She held her
breath when he moved slowly, massaging with a light touch that unsettled her in
more ways than she cared to admit. The power scorched through her, gathering in
her core, making her pussy throb. What was happening between them?
"Aidan, wake
up." She hoped he would stop, yet at the same time, hoped he wouldn’t.
"I am
awake."
His
sleep-roughened voice only sparked more fire in her veins. How could he unravel
her determination so easily? It had simply been too long and her body needed
the contact. Or so she tried to convince herself. She hesitated, taking the
moment to gather her courage then turned to face him. His silvery blue eyes,
wide open and aware, focused on her, and again, a hint of a smile played on his
lips.
"Did you
like what you saw?"
"How long
have you been awake?" she asked.
"The whole
time."
She closed her
eyes and swallowed. Her heart threatened to explode, both from embarrassment
and the knowledge she had, indeed, liked what she’d seen during her
mini-exploration. There was no graceful exit from this humiliation.
If only she
hadn’t felt his pain last night, heard his moans of agony. Then she wouldn't be
bombarded with so many contradictory feelings. Her head hurt and this
discomfort belonged solely to her.
She sighed and
looked away, knowing she needed to get free of him even though she longed to
stay wrapped in the cocoon of desire he slowly built. She inhaled sharply and
his musky, masculine scent –a hint of bayou and ballrooms– filled her senses.
Her awareness of him shot through her like lightning.
"I’m sorry,
I shouldn’t have …."
His seeking touch
moved more insistently, sliding up toward her breast. Again, she held her
breath, knowing she should stop him, yet wanting to feel his caress. She closed
her eyes against a half-hearted denial, fighting the need to press even closer,
to touch him as he touched her.
"Don't
be."
He passed his
lips along her ear, his words a vibrant whisper that left her gasping, her skin
burning where his mouth touched her.
"I didn’t
mean ... but it’s all too much. I can’t … I don’t …."
His fingers slid
still higher and ignited her yearning, more intense than she’d ever known
before.
"It is,
isn’t it, Lily? Too much and not enough." His low voice was a caress of
its own. "Even in pain, I recognized the attraction and had to have more.
You felt it too."
"I ... no, I
didn’t."
His chuckle
roared like thunder in her ear.
"Don’t
delude yourself, little Healer. Your touch did more to me than ease my pain."
With those words,
he cupped her breast. Desperation drove her attempts to keep from arching into
him. She shouldn't want this, had to remain aloof until he was gone from her
life.
Her resolve
weakened when his lips moved along her neck. She felt as if she'd caught on
fire, aching and desperate for more of his touch. She bit her lip to silence
the moan, but his hand squeezing and caressing her breast had her head
swimming. With a flinch, she realized he lay under the blankets with her,
pressed against her ass. Even clothed, she could feel his erection, hard and
insistent. Another bolt of lightning sizzled along her skin, his lips now on
the curve of her shoulder, easing the strap of her tank dress away.
She quickly gave
up the effort to remain motionless and unfeeling. Now, she pushed into him,
turning and allowing him the freedom to touch her, to bare her skin while he
explored. He eased up on one arm and she soon found herself completely
underneath him, his crotch pressed against hers. The moan escaped then, her
pussy throbbing in sudden need. This shouldn’t be. He was still essentially a
stranger, a pureblood Zyndevine Mage coming into his powers. She was a former
run-of-the-mill Enchantress, who’d turned her back on magic and all of its
trappings.
Those reasons
alone should keep them far apart. Yet, here they were. In her bed. Logic
faltered in the wake of desire that refused to be denied. Ignoring the
ever-fainter last inner warning, she reached for him, sliding her arms around
his neck and pulling him near for a kiss.
She meant to keep
it slow and gentle, but Aidan consumed her with his mouth, his lips and tongue
both teasing and wreaking havoc. She let the last of her doubts go as she met
his tongue with hers and clung tightly to him.
He pulled her dress
the rest of the way down, baring her breasts. He leaned back, simply studying
her, his silver–blue eyes glowing.
"You’re
gorgeous," he said, his voice thick.
Her heart swelled
at his admiration. He cupped both breasts. Could anything ever feel better than
his hands moving along her flesh, driving the passion ever higher? He lowered
his head. The blaze of his lips overpowered her senses. Yes, there was
something better. The velvet of his tongue flicking at her hardened nipple drew
a needy cry, an uncontrollable bonfire scorching her very soul. When his mouth
enveloped her breast, she grabbed his head, tightening her fingers in his pale
blond hair and pressing him still closer.
His tongue and
lips sucked hard, but Lily wanted more. Her pussy grew greedier, need
overtaking all her awareness. His hand moved to her thigh. Without hesitation,
she spread herself open when he sought her heat. Finally, he reached her pussy, his fingers
hot and seeking. Her breath exhaled in a rush and sucked back in, her head spinning.
"Do you like
that, Lily? Do you like the way I’m touching you?"
His words fired
her as much as his hands. He dipped a finger briefly into her then dragged it
out slowly and circled her clit. Her entire lower body bucked into him when he
caught her nipple between his teeth. The torment grew to a tempest, tossing her
senselessly about. Nothing mattered but the heat and hunger, fueled by his
hands and mouth.
"Yes,"
she moaned. "More."
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