TRICKERY BY SABRINA YORK
Though seducing a mortal is expressly forbidden, novice
witch Willow Ostreth wants Austin. Bad. Unbeknownst to Willow, Austin—the
glorious, delicious specimen who makes her heart pound and her body weep—is no
mere mortal. He’s really Damien DeWinter, a powerful warlock, a man determined
to lure Willow—and bind her—to his bed.
When the luscious Willow breaks the rules and uses her magic
to ensnare him, Damien—rebel, renegade, outcast from the Witching World—figures
he has carte blanche to pursue her and seduce her using any means possible. And
his arsenal is vast.
What neither of them realizes as they tempt and torment each
other with pleasure is that there’s a greater magic at work here. One that
could bind them together, forever.
An excerpt from: TRICKERY
The walk back to her apartment took forever. Willow
had trouble restraining herself from skipping ahead and grabbing his
hand and tugging him to
move faster. Her mind roiled with scenarios of seduction and they all ended in
the same way. His cock—his thick, hard cock—deep inside her.
She licked her lips and gazed at him, loving that she had to
tip her chin to see his face. She loved a looming man. A big, muscular looming
man. She loved when they pushed her down on the bed and forced their way
between her thighs. She loved the weight of them, the pressure of their bodies
on hers. The domination…
Of course, it wouldn’t do to begin there. She’d have to lead
Austin down this path step-by-step. Train him properly. If he was as good as
she expected, as good as her instincts screamed, she’d want to keep him, even
after the Circle. Even after the Goddess assigned her a warlock mate with whom
she would be obliged to make magical babies.
She’d have to keep him a secret. The Sisters would have a
conniption if they found out—they were very particular about whom she fucked.
Why they cared, she didn’t have a clue.
“Here we are.” Austin sprinted up the steps and held open
the door to their brownstone. He bowed in a charming old-fashioned manner.
“After you, milady.”
Willow giggled and stepped inside, aware that he followed,
prowled behind her like a big cat. Silly boy. He thought he was seducing her.
She glanced at him as she fit her key in the lock. Saw his
face fall.
“I thought…” He trailed off, looking woebegone and dejected.
“What?”
“I thought maybe we’d go to my place.” He gestured up the
stairs. “Have a drink?”
Her lips curled. He thought she was dismissing him. That
she’d simply allowed him to walk her home and this was the end of it. Silly,
naïve little mortal.
“A drink? I’d like that.” She opened her door wide and waved
him in. He didn’t budge. She cleared her throat. “I have a lovely bottle of
wine I’ve been saving for a special occasion.”
Just how special, he could never know.
“Great.” His face lit up. “Bring it.”
Willow blinked. She’d always envisioned entrapping him in
her apartment, had layered spells all around the bed to ensure his compliance
with her wicked wishes. But…surely it didn’t matter if they fucked first
in his bed. Did it? The potion would guarantee his submission.
“Okay. Let me grab it.” She rushed into her apartment,
through to her kitchen and grabbed the bottle she’d filled only last night. It
was sealed with a waxed stopper, intricately etched with an erotic incantation.
She snagged the chalice as well and chuckled to herself.
Austin wouldn’t know what hit him.
She practically floated up the two flights of stairs in his
wake, twitching and creaming and trying to still her heart as his ass—his
perfectly molded, tight ass—waggled in her face. Yum. Yum, yum, yum.
It was delicious, having power like this, despite all the
pesky rules and constraints that came with it. She could have any man she
desired. Anytime she wanted him.
Delicious.
His hand trembled a little as he unlocked the
door. It took several tries for him to put the key in the lock but he was
hardly tentative. He ushered her into his apartment, spun her around, plastered
her against the wall and put his hot, hard mouth on hers.
Mercy! The calling spell was definitely stronger than she’d
realized.
She didn’t mind at all.
Austin’s kiss was scrumptious, a tantalizing mix of sweet
arousal and banked passion. His lips dragged over hers in a drugging rhythm.
Then he sucked on her lower lip, nibbled.
Willow shivered. Dear Gaia, he was a good kisser. She really
didn’t want to stop, didn’t want it to end, and she groaned in protest when his
warm, wet lips trailed away, across her cheek and to her ear. But then…
But then his mouth settled on the crook of her neck and he
nuzzled her there until she shuddered. With that shudder, that convulsion of
every cell in her body, a glob of cream oozed out of her cunt and dampened her
panties.
Perhaps it was her imagination but when he lifted his head,
a dazed look in his eyes, his nostrils flared as if he could smell her.
Night Owl Reviews—TOP PICK Five stars
This book has some very steamy scenes that go on for pages
so be prepared to get super-hot! The author has created this short paranormal
tale that also has a snappy dialogue between the main characters. Plus the tale
also has great background characters that keep the dialogue going on to the
next scene. Some parts made me laugh. Trickery kept my attention from the
beginning until the very end of it.
The Witch Singer
