When five witches with wild imaginations get together, the pot boils over with trouble, romance, and sensuality.
In The Devil’s Berries, readers are taken back to Renaissance England where Sabine, facing her last night alive, reveals how the witch really came to be associated with the broomstick. Will her nightly visitor bring her more trouble or will he give her peace?
Cindy can’t decide if she’s Hexed Or Vexed her longtime friend, Killen. All she knows is that one second he was her very manly friend, and the next, he’s a dog. Can her Witchy Group on Facebook help her fix the mess, or will she be burdened with a comical canine companion the rest of her days?
Willow Vance is a poor excuse for a witch, and by some stroke of luck, the six-year-old Past Potion she crafted worked. When the hexed warlock finds out about Willow's curse, he will stop at nothing for her to lift the spell. Willow can run, but does she want to?
Alone for Halloween, Bryn is ready to take some frustrations out on her purple battery-operated toy, but she’s in for a surprise when the Toy Soldier becomes a flesh-and-blood man. Grateful to be free of his plastic curse, Byron will do anything for her...no matter how naughty.
A dance of seduction under The Light of the Moon turns into a night of passion, but will that be enough for Aponi to keep the man of her dreams enchanted? Or will the flame that was ignited die out just as quickly as it sparked?
Danica finds herself confused after a trip to the carnival with her best friend and coworker. She’s been attracted to Lisette for months, but are her feelings really being reciprocated, or was there A Sappho Spell cast in Madame Lilith’s tent?
EXCERPT from Toy Soldier:
Excitement raced through her as she studied the plastic cock. It was thick. When she wrapped her fingers around it, they barely touched. And it was long, much longer than most vibrators she’d seen out there.
Her nipples perked as she imagined sliding the big boy inside her.
Ah, boy! Better hurry up and get back into the bedroom.
A grin spread over her face as she hurriedly made her way out of the kitchen, and she was about to cross toward her room when her foot stepped on something sharp.
“What the fuck?” she shouted and jumped back. “How many fucking toy soldiers does he have?”
Rage brewed inside her as she noticed the droplets of blood on her carpet. And her poor foot ached like a motherfucker! It was all the fault of this stupid toy! She pointed her finger at it and mumbled a few words.
Green, black, and brown smoke swirled around the room, starting to take the shape of a human.
“You son of a bitch!” she screamed before the toy even finished materializing. “You hurt me, you scumbag!”
The smoke took a solid shape, at first like a mountain that over seconds materialized into a human shape cloaked in black. She swiped the dickhead end of the vibrator across his face. “You stupid thing! I should shove this toy up your ass and see how you like being hurt!”
Strong hands grabbed her arms and spun her around so fast, the room still danced although she was motionless. The toy-human pressed her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her middle until she couldn’t move, couldn’t fight him.
“Please stop hitting me,” he said in a harsh, yet controlled tone. His voice was like smoke and honey. Sensual, yet rugged.
Her insides tingled as she imagined that voice moaning her name as she sucked his cock. But… This was a toy turned human. Surely, he would be ugly and lopsided and as dumb as a sack of rocks.
“Let me go,” she ordered.
“Promise you won’t hit me again.”
“I promise. Now let me go.” As soon as she could turn around, she’d turn him back into a toy anyway!
His grip loosened around her until his arms left hers altogether. She spun on her heels, coming face-to-face with the infuriating toy. A string of profanities ready to leave her mouth suddenly lodged in her throat. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
What stood before her was perfection in the flesh! Dark brown eyes stared back at her in what appeared to be amusement. He was taller than her by a few inches. The man had short black hair cut in a military buzz cut. He wore a silver necklace on his neck with dog tags on it. Besides that, his chest was naked and covered in hard muscles. He looked like a hero on a romance novel cover. Cargo pants covered his legs, and for a second—okay, maybe longer than that—she wished she could see him completely naked.
