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The Problem With Love Spells

Sometimes a woman needs more than a lover…

Independent, lustful ladies find pleasure  and intrigue with more than one man, from a scandalous vacation in Australia, to  a forced seduction at a cabin in the woods. A witch needs to break a shameful  spell, and an older woman slakes her sexual needs
with two younger men. Cougars  purr with unrequited desire and werewolves
compete for the love of their mate.  Satisfaction is just a sigh away as a
surgeon bends the rules for her patient,  and an over-stressed boss finds more
than a little peace with secret admirers. 

Find out what wicked delights await you with  Indecent Encounters.

The Problem with Love Spells by Angelina Rain

 If you were condemned to spend your whole life
without love, wouldn’t  you cast a love spell? Modern witch Gretchen is cursed to live her life unloved, so she finds a love spell and casts it. However, the love spell goes terribly wrong and the only way to fix it is with a counter spell that brings a vampire and a werewolf into her bed.


Chapter One


     “Are you insane?” Windred’s intense blue eyes appearedlarger than usual as she stared at Gretchen, with her mouth
agape and a look of utter dismay on her face.
    Gretchen shrugged, feigning innocence. “How was I supposed to know this was going to happen?”
    Windred sat down at the kitchen table and put her hand to her forehead. “The thirty million warnings you’ve had in your lifetime should have been a red flag.”
    Gretchen turned her attention back to the stove, added a dash of cinnamon to the pot, and stirred it gently. “Don’t tell
mom, please.”
    She couldn’t believe she was still scared of her mother’s judgment. She was twenty-seven, had her own apartment, and a good job as a second grade teacher. What could her motherpossibly do as punishment?
    “Don’t worry, Gretchen,” Windred said while toying withher shoulder length blonde hair.
    Gretchen adored her sixteen-year-old sister. They both looked a lot alike with their matching shades of cornflower blue eyes and sun-kissed blonde hair, although Gretchen’s was down to the middle of her back and wavy, while Windred’s was short and straight. Her sister was so carefree, beautiful, and lucky. She could never understand what Gretchen was going through.
    She added a spoonful of brown sugar and stirred the pot. The content was getting creamier and it smelled heavenly. What a shame that the next few ingredients she needed to add would destroy the taste. Her cell phone chimed and she turned to grab it off the counter top.
    “Baby, I need your hot sexy body next to mine,” the text message read. Gretchen rolled her eyes while erasing it. In her
peripheral vision, she could see Windred and the ‘I told you so’expression on her face. 
    Seconds later, another text message arrived on her cell phone. Just like the last one, it contained a lustful message but from a different man. She deleted this one, too, and sighed deeplyas reality sank in.
    She had always been unfortunate in love. The problem was her mother. When she was young, her mother fell in love with
a wonderful man. He was a witch, just like her mother, and she felt like he was a perfect match for her. However, when she learned of her pregnancy and told him, he came clean about a little secret of his. He was married. Mom was devastated and ended the relationship instantly, choosing to be a single mother instead of a home wrecker. Unfortunately, dad told his barren wife that he was leaving her for his pregnant mistress. The wife, also a witch, wasn’t happy about it, and she cast a spell that the child be born unlovable.
    That child was Gretchen.
    She was beautiful, or at least as pretty as any other woman with nice curves and ivory skin. She had a decent personality, but love always passed her by. Her male co-workers saw her as a sister figure instead of a woman to love. Her male friends saw her as a friend, and just a friend. Strangers on the streets and bars looked at her, winked lustfully, and then when her heart started racing with hope, they’d pass her to approach a prettier woman. She had no boyfriends in her life, and her only form of sexual release came in the form of one-night-stands. She did her research. The only way to break the Loveless spell would be for Gretchen to find her soul mate, the one person who was predesigned to be with her. The soul mate would be the only man to come back after a one night stand. But how could she find him if no one ever saw
her as a woman to love?
    Was she wrong for casting a love spell? Sure, they could be dangerous, but finding true love and breaking the spell was
worth it, right? Besides, witches were always warned about how dangerous love spells really were, but no one ever took the time to explain exactly what would happen. How was she supposed to know this would happen?
    She turned off her phone to avoid more calls and messages, and slipped it in her purse which was resting carelessly on
the countertop. All of the sudden, she had become a sexual magnet with every man on the face of the earth wanting her.
    Gretchen opened the cabinet that stored all spell books and potion ingredients and shuffled through it. Behind the lizard
tongues and gator nails, she came upon an empty container with ‘Wolf Fur’ written on it.
    “Great,” she said sarcastically, and shoved it aside. “No wolf fur.”
    “We’re out of bat blood, too,” Windred said, and opened her math homework. “Mom needed a super speed potion this morning.”
    Great! 
     How was she going to break that stupid love spell if she couldn’t find half of the ingredients she needed?
    Gretchen looked at the clock and realized it was nine at night already. The only magic supply shop in the whole state closed at six. The idea of waiting until morning came to mind, but she opted against it. With every man on earth being under
that spell, she couldn’t wait until morning. She couldn’t let more women find their husbands and boyfriends pining over her. It wasn’t natural or right, and had she known that would happen, she would have never cast that spell. She could break into the magic supply shop, but spending the night in jail didn’t appeal to her either.
    “There is another option,” Windred said, as if reading her mind. “You could just have sex with every man on earth. Only
your soul mate will come back after the bodily exchange and then the Loveless spell will be broken.”
    “Yeah, and in the mean time, I could become the world’s biggest slut. No thanks.” She sat down at the kitchen table across from Windred and tapped her glittery pink fingernails on the polished wood top. When the idea came to her, she rose
instantly and poured the partial potion into a glass container and sealed it shut. Then she grabbed a spray bottle from the cabinet and slipped it into her jacket pocket.
    Windred stared at her, clearly confused. “Where are you going?”
She donned her light spring jacket and fished her car keys out of her purse. “The forest. It’s the only place I can find a wolf
and a bat.”

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