Sneak Peak of Spellbound

Check this out! Here's a quick sneak peak of Spellbound, an erotic romance fantasy I'm writing for a short story collection titled Enchanted:








Linden
blended with the other witches at the Kansas City coven about as well as a poor
woman fit in with shoppers at the Country Club Plaza. And she would know since
the nearest portal-mirror to the covenstead had spit her out in a BCBGMaxAzria
dressing room on Nichols Road.



While
there was no place like home, she was not happy to be here.



The only thing worse than rich
bitches is rich witches, she
thought as she worked her way through the elegantly dressed crowd of magical
practitioners who eyed her like a lost leper.



“Goddess
help us, even the lotus leaf incense can’t mask her stink,” a tall,
twenty-something woman said.



Linden
stopped and squinted past the woman’s muddy gray aura. Karma was already
working on the anorexic, haute couture model-wannabe; her power was dwindling
faster than her looks. Linden laughed in the woman’s sharp-boned face and kept
walking.



Still, Ms.
Anorexic wasn’t wrong. The coven’s expensive incense couldn’t mask the smell of
the booty call spell she had cast to find a magus, a male witch, for a one
night stand. To everyone but the one, she reeked. But to him, she should smell
like a sex kitten.



He was
here—the divination pendulum had pointed to the KC covenstead—which was the
only reason she had come home and taken the remote chance that someone would
recognize her.



In the
middle of the room she turned in a slow circle, taking in the faces of the
magi, looking for a response to her blatant invitation.

 
She needed this,
needed him. One of her own kind. Someone who understood magic. Who could match
her breath for breath. Stroke for stroke. Spell for spell. A man she wouldn’t
scare off.