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Here is an excerpt of DARK NIGHT:
Eligio, master vampire of the Fealconshire tribe, approached Sol-Brenna’s house with a smile and a certainty that before dawn he would find his way into her bed. The witch had recently taken illegal possession of one of his amulets having purchased it on the black market and he wanted the amulet back.
But mostly, of course, he wanted the witch.
He had known Sol-Brenna for years, though she lived in Master Gabriel’s shire. He had been drawn to her, like the ocean to sand, from the first time he met her. But she’d ignored his attempted seductions even though she streamed the most delectable scent, like cherry pie, whenever he grew close.
Eligio had told her about the scent she gave off, but she’d shrieked at him to get the hell away from her, muttering vile things about cherries and pie.
Sol-Brenna was fond of shrieking, a witch’s province, a sound that tended to light up the insides of his thighs and send thrills through his testicles.
Yup, he had a thing for the witch.
And now that he had a nice piece of blackmail on her, he intended to make full use of it. Buying on the black market was forbidden, as in actionable in a court of shire law.
Tonight, the witch would pay up or go to jail.
He chuckled. Of course, almost everyone bought on the black market these days, especially witches since they had a need for exotic herbs and the like.
His gaze slid over the front façade of her house: Brick and timber, a real cottage, a typical witch domicile. He could smell various aromas that hung about the walls and windows which meant her brewery was all lit up. In many ways, the witch cliché defined Soli-B exactly.
Yet even through all the brew-fest odors, he still caught her scent, crust and sweet cherries. He was ready to take a big bite of all that lusciousness.
He sighed gustily as one who was about to have a dozen, no, maybe a hundred, fantasies fulfilled.
He hoped she’d use one of her potions or salves. Her coven produced some of the finest arousal aids on the market.
Yes, a salve maybe, applied with her fingers.
He shuddered and his sudden thick arousal threatened the fine leather of his pants.