Tam hauled the man closer so that their noses nearly brushed.
“I’m a good girl, ‘kay? But if you screw around with my peeps, that really pisses me off. Now, I’m gonna drop ya and it’s gonna hurt, but you ain’t gonna remember it, so it’ll be all right.”
With a final shake for good measure, Tam let go and allowed Nicholas to fall onto the sidewalk below where he was immediately swarmed by the waiting horde. Flashing away, she appeared beside Randall once more.
“He’s not much, is he?” she asked, and they both tilted their head in attempt to see what was happening to the pirate.
Giving up with a shrug, Randall said, “I did expect more. I mean, he took control of a Fate.”
It was Tam’s turn to shrug. “Love makes people blind.”
“And loneliness does strange things to people’s mind,” Rowena said behind them, causing them both to jump in surprise.
Tam and Randall exchanged a guilty look.
“I wanted to thank you and…” Rowena trailed off.
“And?” he asked with a flick of his wrist, gesturing for her to continue.
Rowena released a heavy sigh. “And I’m sorry,” she said quickly, as if ripping off a Band-Aid.
A smile broke out across his face at her petulant tone.
“Okay, then.”
Her brow furrowed at his easy acquiescence. “That’s it?” she asked skeptically.
“Oh, you’re going to make it up to me,” he assured her as he snagged the front of her shirt and hauled her forward. She let out a tiny squeak of surprise before he swallowed the sound with his kiss.
Tam cleared her throat. “Hmm, well I think that’s my cue to leave.”
Rowena met him stroke for stroke, and when he pulled away, he felt a hint of pride over the glazed look in her eyes.
“I’ll be seeing you again, Lady Fate,” he promised.
Grasping the lapels of his coat, Rowena pulled him closer for a moment before releasing him and stepping away.
“You’ll not remember me,” Rowena commanded, and he felt a burst of magic slam into him as she disappeared.
Randall stared at the spot where she had been and felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. How cute. She thought that she could make him forget. He wondered exactly how long it would take her to realize that he now possessed the power that once belonged to Red Count.
The End
Look for the first book in the “Sexy Witches” series from Charity Parkerson, and check out this sample: The Sexy and the Undead.
“This place flipping sucks,” Tam said, using her whiniest voice.
She didn’t get to visit with her friend, Lena, very often since she lived amongst the humans, and Tam was stuck living in the Hall of the Gods. She was taking full advantage of the rare social call by laying all her problems on the Seer as thick as possible. “I mean, look around,” she added, gearing up for a full rant. “There’s not one man in this joint I’d be willing to sleep with.”
Lena’s bright pink hair, which stood out in a spike above her head, tilted from side to side as she did as Tam ordered. Her eyes widened, showing her confusion.
“Are you insane?”
Disbelief laced her words. Lifting one beautifully manicured finger, she pointed out a blond angel that was guarding a nearby door. “What about that one?” Before Tam could answer, Lena added, “or that one?”
Tam didn’t bother glancing in the redhead’s direction. She knew without looking that both men wore matching black kilts and nothing else. Their golden muscular bodies were a common sight in the Heavens.
“Bloody freaking hell, Lena. All these guys are three feet taller than me. What am I supposed to do with them, I ask you? Their,” she made a swirling gesture with her index finger, searching for the right term. “Pricks. Yes,” she said with a nod, deciding that she liked that word. “They are probably the size of my leg. I’d be killed.”
A snort of laughter escaped Lena, but she covered her mouth as if attempting to hold it in. Tam’s nerve endings lit
“I’m a good girl, ‘kay? But if you screw around with my peeps, that really pisses me off. Now, I’m gonna drop ya and it’s gonna hurt, but you ain’t gonna remember it, so it’ll be all right.”
With a final shake for good measure, Tam let go and allowed Nicholas to fall onto the sidewalk below where he was immediately swarmed by the waiting horde. Flashing away, she appeared beside Randall once more.
“He’s not much, is he?” she asked, and they both tilted their head in attempt to see what was happening to the pirate.
Giving up with a shrug, Randall said, “I did expect more. I mean, he took control of a Fate.”
It was Tam’s turn to shrug. “Love makes people blind.”
“And loneliness does strange things to people’s mind,” Rowena said behind them, causing them both to jump in surprise.
Tam and Randall exchanged a guilty look.
“I wanted to thank you and…” Rowena trailed off.
“And?” he asked with a flick of his wrist, gesturing for her to continue.
Rowena released a heavy sigh. “And I’m sorry,” she said quickly, as if ripping off a Band-Aid.
A smile broke out across his face at her petulant tone.
“Okay, then.”
Her brow furrowed at his easy acquiescence. “That’s it?” she asked skeptically.
“Oh, you’re going to make it up to me,” he assured her as he snagged the front of her shirt and hauled her forward. She let out a tiny squeak of surprise before he swallowed the sound with his kiss.
Tam cleared her throat. “Hmm, well I think that’s my cue to leave.”
Rowena met him stroke for stroke, and when he pulled away, he felt a hint of pride over the glazed look in her eyes.
“I’ll be seeing you again, Lady Fate,” he promised.
Grasping the lapels of his coat, Rowena pulled him closer for a moment before releasing him and stepping away.
“You’ll not remember me,” Rowena commanded, and he felt a burst of magic slam into him as she disappeared.
Randall stared at the spot where she had been and felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. How cute. She thought that she could make him forget. He wondered exactly how long it would take her to realize that he now possessed the power that once belonged to Red Count.
The End
Look for the first book in the “Sexy Witches” series from Charity Parkerson, and check out this sample: The Sexy and the Undead.
“This place flipping sucks,” Tam said, using her whiniest voice.
She didn’t get to visit with her friend, Lena, very often since she lived amongst the humans, and Tam was stuck living in the Hall of the Gods. She was taking full advantage of the rare social call by laying all her problems on the Seer as thick as possible. “I mean, look around,” she added, gearing up for a full rant. “There’s not one man in this joint I’d be willing to sleep with.”
Lena’s bright pink hair, which stood out in a spike above her head, tilted from side to side as she did as Tam ordered. Her eyes widened, showing her confusion.
“Are you insane?”
Disbelief laced her words. Lifting one beautifully manicured finger, she pointed out a blond angel that was guarding a nearby door. “What about that one?” Before Tam could answer, Lena added, “or that one?”
Tam didn’t bother glancing in the redhead’s direction. She knew without looking that both men wore matching black kilts and nothing else. Their golden muscular bodies were a common sight in the Heavens.
“Bloody freaking hell, Lena. All these guys are three feet taller than me. What am I supposed to do with them, I ask you? Their,” she made a swirling gesture with her index finger, searching for the right term. “Pricks. Yes,” she said with a nod, deciding that she liked that word. “They are probably the size of my leg. I’d be killed.”
A snort of laughter escaped Lena, but she covered her mouth as if attempting to hold it in. Tam’s nerve endings lit
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