Do you like fairy tales? You
know, Goldilocks, Snow White, Alice in
Wonderland, The Golden Goose, The Ugly Duckling… As a kid we all loved them and as adults
there’s even more reason to like them, especially, if we add a dash of spice
and romance.
Imagine a historical setting such as the Regency
period, add a dash of magic, otherworldly creatures, a few rules made for
bending, some really hot sex and you’ve got my series, The Witches’ Mischief.
Each story has a unique hero and heroine, love, hot sex and
some kind of magic.
The Golden Cock was
inspired by The Golden Goose, Book 2,
Blind Beauty, was loosely based on The Ugly Duckling, book 3, The Three Thieves and The Dom was based
on The Three Little Pigs and, Bear Heart, is based on the tale of Bear Skin.
Finally, the end of the series, Beauty in the Beast, is a mix of different fairy tales, but overall
Beauty and the Beast is the main inspiration for Morgana and Christopher’s
story.
Beauty
in the Beast (The Witches' Mischief 5)
Light will become shadow. Love will become hate. Good
will become evil. The Darkness is here. There will be no escape.
Morgana Wiles has spent her life, alongside her mother, fighting against the
arrival of the creature known as The Darkness. Unfortunately, neither of them
were able to stop him and now he's here, ready to destroy all that is good in
the world. Morgana must face him, but now that the time has come, she finds
that things are not as simple. Her mother is gone, self-doubt is creeping in,
and her visions are unclear. To make matters worse, a man with evil intent has
entered her life and is bent on complicating her mission. Will she be able to
resist him in time to fight The Darkness or will she succumb and become that
which she despises?
Christopher Bexley is no gentleman. He enjoys trickery, deceit, mischief and
above all seduction. Sexual intercourse is the greatest source of power there
is or at least there was, until he heard about the Gem. Now that he has
discovered there's a stone that can make him the most powerful magic user of
all time, he must have it. The only problem is that the only other person that
might know where it is, is a stickler for rules and being good. Morgana is too
innocent for his liking, and there's only one thing he can do to change that:
corrupt her.
Excerpt
“Going anywhere, little one?”
She
stared at Christopher. His hair was all over the place, his robe open to reveal
a chest smattered with dark hair. His eyes glistened deviously, matching his
grin.
“Are
you keeping watch over me, Mr, Bexley?” She crossed her arms over her chest,
hoping that he couldn’t see her beaded nipples.
Christopher
laughed.
“No
such lucky, Miss Wiles. I thought I heard a noise and came to investigate.” He
looked her up and down. Her cheeks burned. “I suppose you heard something, too,
or you would have dressed more appropriately before coming out of your
bedroom.”
She
hastened to cover herself up. Sweat dripped down her back.
“Don’t
do it on my account, I’m quite enjoying the view.”
Morgana
scowled. Where was this heat coming from? “No. I couldn’t sleep. I’m waiting
for Anne.”
“Are
you? I haven’t seen her since we arrived”
She
licked her lips. She needed a fan. Christopher shifted his weight and it hit
her. It was him. His energy was like a hot ball of fire. Like an animal that
had come from a hunt, or from a run. Primal. He took a step toward her. His
robe shifted, revealing more of his chest. How would it feel to run her
fingertips across his flesh?
“Yes.”
“Are
you all right? You seem flustered.”
“I’m
fine.”
Christopher
raised his eyebrows.
“I’m
fine,” she repeated. She tucked her hair behind her ears. “I’m just tired.”
“Maybe
you should try and get some rest. If you can’t sleep, I’ll be happy to hold
you.”
“Like
you’re holding the woman in your bedroom? I think I shall pass down your offer,
Mr. Bexley.”
He
shrugged. “Your loss.”
He
started to turn around but stopped. “You know, Miss Wiles, I don’t think your
rejection sounded very convincing.”
Morgana
stared at him. “I beg your pardon?”
Christopher’s
eyes lit up as he sauntered toward her. Morgana backed up against the wall. He
crowded her against it, placing his arms on either side of her head.
“You’re
smothering me.”
“Good.”
“Mr.
Bexley, this is—”
Christopher
dipped his head so that she was staring into his eyes. They were the color of
crushed pine needles. “Mr. Bexley this, Mr. Bexley that.” He gently grabbed her
chin. Her heart skipped a beat.
“You’ve
been watching me, little one. Watching me and wondering about my energy. I can
tell a woman’s, a witch’s curiosity, and you are dying to know what my energy
feels like. Will it really make you feel more powerful? Will it hurt you? Is it
what you need to defeat that dark thing you’re so afraid of? I don’t have the
answer to any of that, but I can tell you the surge of power you feel when you
share your body with another human being. It is amazing. Your powers will be
heightened, and you will have the ability to be faster, stronger, and to learn
things quicker.”
Morgana
swallowed. She should get out of here now that she could, but she was
mesmerized. Yes, she was curious, but she knew better than to be led on by a
man like him. She took in a deep breath, determined to say something witty and
be rid of him. Instead his scent curled around her. He smelled musky and
masculine, different from anything she knew.
“I’m
going to kiss you now, Morgana. I’m going to kiss you and show you an inkling
of what this feels like.”
His
lips mashed against hers before she could think to protest. Morgana froze. They
were warm and soft. He pulled back a bit and kissed her again. Her eyes drifted
shut. Christopher put his arms around her and pulled her closer. He took her
bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. She gasped. Her heart hammered against
her chest. Butterflies rushed throughout her body, touching her with their
wings and making her fly. She wound her hands into his hair, the silky strands
slipping against her fingers.
His tongue wormed its way into her mouth, curling
around hers. Sparks danced behind her eyes. She arched her back and moaned. She
could feel the outline of his cock beneath his robe. Liquid fire rushed to melt
between her legs. Her swollen nipples rubbed against the material of her gown,
begging for attention. Energy crackled between them. She could hear it, feel
it, and taste it in his kiss, in his touch. It was palpable. Christopher slid
his hands down her waist, over her hips. She held her breath. He tugged her
bottom lip between his teeth. She groaned, following his mouth even as he
pulled back. He grasped her chin and tilted her head. Morgana opened her eyes.
Christopher looked at her as if bewildered. His brow was furrowed and though
desire still shone deep in his eyes, there was also something akin to
amazement.
“What?”
He
blinked and the moment was gone. His eyes lightened and he grinned
mischievously. “There you have it, little one. The power of a kiss.”
Author Bio:
Considered weird by normal
standards – what is normal anyway?- Elyzabeth M. VaLey enjoys making up songs
about mundane things, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper,
talking to her Lab whenever he feigns interest and coming up with love stories
to make readers dream.
From contemporary to
historical or fantasy, she enjoys writing stories about good and evil, love and
passion and all that comes in between happy ever after.
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