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Garran kissed Hannah hard before drawing her on her side and bringing her into the curve of his arm. Scents of orchids and sex and sweat and male filled her.
“You have my love always, my queen,” Garran said as he brushed his lips over hers.
Hannah smiled, her heart aching with more happiness than she’d ever felt in her life. “I’ve found my home with you. And you’ll always have my love.”
Other Novels by
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Seduced by Magic
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Moving Target
Chosen Prey
ANTHOLOGY
No Rest for the Witches
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WICKED MAGIC
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SEDUCED BY MAGIC
“Blistering passion and erotic sensuality are major McCray hallmarks, in addition to a deft and exciting storyline. This magical series continues to develop its increasing cast of characters and complex plotline; the result is erotic paranormal romance liberally laced with adventure and thrills.”
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FORBIDDEN MAGIC
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New York Times bestselling author
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—Shelf Life
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New York Times bestselling author
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New York Times bestselling author
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DARK MAGIC
Coming November 2008 from St. Martin’s Paperbacks
HE HAD THE MOTHER of all headaches. Something pulled at the back of his mind, faint images and sounds, but he couldn’t focus on it long enough to grasp whatever it was.
Jake brought his fingertips to his forehead and rubbed his temples before dropping his hand to his side and opening his eyes.
His gaze wavered in and out as he tried to focus.
A blond woman. A smile. Fingers lightly brushing hair from his forehead.
“You’re finally awake.” Cassia’s voice, soft, lilting. “I was beginning to wonder if you would sleep the week through.”
Jake squinted and Cassia’s face came more clearly into focus. She looked like an angel, sunlight shining through the strands of her golden hair so that she almost seemed to glow. Her turquoise-colored eyes studied him intently.
He glanced from her to see that he was in some kind of room with ivy crawling on the walls and through arches. The walls were a shade that wasn’t white. Wasn’t blue, wasn’t green. Something different. Simple wooden furniture was tucked against walls and in corners. The bed had such a soft mattress he could happily close his eyes and go back to sleep.
The scent of magic surrounded him.
Jake mentally shook his head. What the hell?
“Where am I?” His voice came out even, his tone controlled. “What’s going on?”
Cassia continued to look at him in that same calm, mysterious way that had always driven him crazy with the desire to shake her. Or kiss her.
She gestured toward the windows where he could see tree leaves glittering in the sunlight. “You are in the city of the Light Elves, in Otherworld.”
He blinked. No way had he heard that. “I’m where?”
“Otherworld.” She rested her hands in her lap. “You don’t remember anything?”
Jake squinted and didn’t have to reach far for memories of the attack in the park. He winced at the images and flinched as he remembered sensations of daggers stabbing him in his gut and chest. Another man had been driving a dagger toward his heart—
A female voice cut through the mayhem. Fire. Fire surrounding them. Crackling. Smells of burnt hair and flesh, and that horrible musty, sour smell.
He brought his hand to his chest to find he was naked beneath the covers. He felt rough skin, like scars. Scars where the wounds would have been. “I should be dead.”
“You weren’t meant to die.” For the first time Cassia looked a little rattled. “I couldn’t let you.”
Jake scooted up in bed, the sheet falling to his lap and baring his chest. He looked down at the thick pink scars and brought his hand up to touch them. He felt no pain except for the memory of the agony of the daggers driving into his flesh, piercing deep inside his body.
An odd sensation stirred in his gut as he returned his gaze to hers. “You saved me?”
“The Great Guardian and I, yes.” Cassia maintained that calm expression that still made him want to grab her and rattle her. Maybe kissing her would do just that.
Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at her again. More memories, these more vague, came to him—rain, thunder, pain, and Cassia cradling him in her lap before he was thrown into a spiraling sensation followed by complete blackness.
“But you came for me,” he said with no doubt in his mind. “Not the Great Guardian.”
Cassia didn’t say anything.
Why did she come for him?
“What happened to the rest of those Stormcutters?” Jake asked as he thought about the fire circling them and the smells.
“Those funnel-beings?” She cleared her throat. “I eliminated them.”
“You killed the bastards?” Jake stared at her. “Gray witches never kill.”
“I am not a gray witch,” she said, her voice quieting.
“What—” Jake began, but she cut him off by holding up one graceful, long-fingered hand.
“You need to sleep now, Jake.”
She started to stand but he stopped her when he reached for one of her hands and squeezed. Currents of electricity shot through him. The same currents he’d felt every time Cassia had touched him in the past.
“‘Thank you’ doesn’t seem like enough,” he said as she squeezed his hand back.
“I’m just happy you’re going to be okay.” She smiled such a radiant smile that his heart beat faster.
Shit. Why did he want to draw her onto his lap and hold her? Hell, he didn’t even trust her. She’d deceived the D’Anu witches in the past—she could still be deceiving them with everything she did or said. She’d just admitted to not being a gray witch.
So what was she?
There’d be time to sort all of that out later. Right now other questions had to be asked and answered.
Jake cleared his throat and released her hand. “How long have I been out?”
“Three days.”
“No fu—friggin’ way.” Jake started to climb out of bed, but Cassia put her palm against his chest and frowned.
Tingles radiated from her hand, straight to his cock, which decided to harden so much his balls ached. Jake gave another mental curse. He glanced down to make sure the blankets hid that little fact.
Cassia was surprisingly strong as she braced her palm on his skin and kept him from getting up. “We repaired your internal organs, but they have needed the time to heal completely. Nothing can do that but rest.”
His whole body jumped like a live wire, and not just from her touch, but from the need to get back to work. He had a lot to do to make his city safe again. Too much to do. He couldn’t stay in bed. God only knew what was going on back in San Francisco.
As Cassia removed her hand from his chest, Jake clenched his fists. “How is the man who was with me at the park? How is everyone else in the Alliance? Have there been any more battles with Darkwolf and those Stormcutters?”
“Rhiannon sent word that David Bourne is fine. His wounds were nothing the D’Anu couldn’t heal.” She leaned away from Jake and straightened in her chair. “I’ve let them know you are all right, too.”
For the first time he got a good look at her when she eased back in her chair. White robes parted at the slender column of her throat, separating far enough down that her cleavage was exposed, showing the gentle curves of her breasts. His mouth watered, his cock ached. He adjusted the covers to better hide his erection and mentally willed it down.
A stab of guilt hit him in the chest, the same place as one of his new scars. Christ. Cassia turned him on big time, but he had no business having thoughts of taking her down to the mattress, sliding between her thighs, and being inside of her.
He should be thinking about Kat. He should be thinking about getting back to San Francisco and making sure she was okay—and that she wasn’t getting herself killed by trying to cover news stories involving the insanity in the city.
Jake looked over Cassia’s left shoulder to avoid her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. The fact that she wasn’t even human should be enough to squelch any other erotic thoughts about him and this beautiful half-Elvin woman.
Or was she half-Elvin? She wasn’t a gray witch—so was she even a witch at all? She could be half-dragon, or a friggin’ shapeshifting eggplant. What did he really know about Cassia?
Nothing but the facts that he’d seen her in battle with the D’Anu witches and watched her become the person all of the witches turned to for help and guidance. She had gone from pretending to be an inept apprentice witch to their leader.
That, and she baked one hell of a mean cinnamon roll.
“Another battle was fought.” Cassia’s voice jerked his attention back to her. She held her hands in her lap, her expression calm. “Casualties on both sides.”
The word casualties hit home, and any lustful thoughts and odd feelings he’d had vanished in a snap.
Fury rode him at the news of members of the Alliance dying. This time he did manage to sit up in bed and swung his legs over the side, but kept the blanket over his lap. Her calm expression made him grit his teeth. “Who?”
“I don’t know.” Cassia sighed. “But the leaders of the Alliance are certain there’s a leak. A traitor.” She shook her head, her long, blond gentle curls swaying with the movement. “Every time the Alliance goes on a mission, Darkwolf knows and attacks.”
Jake let out a string of curse words and slammed his fists against the mattress to either side of him. “I’ve got to get back.”
“One more day.” She held up her hand again, her palm facing him. “You need one more day to heal enough to be safe outside the protections and energies of the Light Elves.”
