Like Magic by Anne Holly

LIKE MAGIC

A contemporary/paranormal erotic-romance for Halloween

By Anne Holly

Published by Rebel Ink Press

 

Ian Hannigan was having the worst day of his life. A real estate prospect turned out to be a prank, his car has been stolen, and he’s stranded in the worst neighborhood he can imagine on Halloween night. If he believed in magic, he would swear he’d been cursed. Nothing could possibly make this day any worse or better… That is, nothing but Raven, a mysterious occult shop owner who not only claims to be a witch, but insists that she summoned him as the answer to her aching loneliness. Ian’s night just got a lot weirder. And his love life just got a lot more interesting.

 

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Excerpt (18+):

It had been one hell of a day.

The leads on development properties that Ian Hannigan had wasted his afternoon tracking down turned out to be bogus. Then the drizzle that had been coming all day had grown into torrents. Finally, as darkness fell, he made his way back to where he remembered parking his car only to discover it gone. His call to the police resulted in an inordinately long response time, so he deduced the Halloween whackos were starting their fun early. The twenty minutes he’d been on hold left him just barely enough cell phone battery left to call a cab that hadn’t arrived. This was how he found himself wandering around in what looked like the worst possible neighborhood for someone wearing a Rolex.

Now, soaked through his conservative suit right down to his underwear from the bitter rain, he sought out a semi-dry refuge to regroup. It looked like his only recourse was to huddle in the deep, covered doorway of a darkened ‘Occult and Curio’ shop to wait in case the police managed to come by. This wasn’t a part of town in which cabs would troll for fares.

When he selected the seemingly unoccupied alcove, he hadn’t expected company. So when the temptingly rounded figure of a young woman appeared to pop up out of nowhere beside him, he jumped. He stifled a small curse and thought to say hello, but she began working her magic on Ian without saying a word. There was a look in her shining eyes that stole the words out of his mouth. When she palmed his stirring cock without invitation, his instinct was to pull away, but the rapid intensity of his reaction seemed to paralyze him. He leaned against the entrance hall in a fog and rode the wave.

The woman was ethereal, dressed in floaty feminine clothing with unbound hair and wild motion. She looked like a red headed angel who’d fallen from heaven just for him. She rode his trouser-clad thigh as if in heat as she traced his neck with her lips. Ian thought it would be ungentlemanly of him to disoblige. Always a savvy businessman, he was never one to turn down a good offer, or perhaps he’d simply gone too long without a woman. Grasping her breast through her hippie linen peasant blouse, he felt where his drenched jacket had soaked her to the skin.

Sex with strangers might have its appeal for some men but it didn’t normally happen to Ian, not since his glory days on the college swim team, in any case. Still, here he was – with what appeared to be a flower-child nymphomaniac plastered to him like some horny variety of a clinging vine. And something in his pulse carried him along without protest. It was out of character for him, he’d always been so cagey and in control, but her passion seemed to overtake him. Perhaps it was recent disappointments or the stress of the day, but Ian was unable to resist.

Before the sex starved siren tackled him, Ian believed absolutely nothing could possibly make this day any better. Just before he captured her unpainted, coral lips and let his animal instincts take over, he thought to bless the taxi driver who never showed up.

He didn’t even know her name, but at that moment he figured it didn’t matter. What’s in a name, anyway?

 

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LIKE MAGIC is available as a single in ebook, and also in Anne’s new Rebel Ink Press anthology, ALL I WANT: THE ANNE HOLLY-DAY COLLECTION.

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Anne Holly is a Canadian writer of romance and erotic-romance, as well as a mother and teacher. She has been published by Wild Horse Press, Decadent Publishing, Rebel Ink Press, and Pink Petal Books. You may visit Anne at her blog or website, or find her on GoodReadsFacebook and Twitter  (@anneholly2010). Email: anneholly2010@gmail.com.

 

Textbook Romance by Anne Holly

Textbook Romance, a new contemporary sensual romance by Anne Holly

Available in ebook from Pink Petal Books and coming to paperback September 13, 2012!

 

Chase after love? As a single mother, Professor Liberty Sullivan knows better. Between her flighty mother and a disastrous history with men, she’s pretty much soured on the whole concept of romance. Personal freedom and self-reliance are her new guiding mantras. Raising her son and being a career star are the most important things now.

Then she meets Seth.

An ex-cop who’s making a new life for himself and his daughter, Seth Webster has every reason to play it safe. Then he meets Liberty. Prickly about love, following some crazy anti-romance curriculum, she still makes Seth’s heart pound. And a lifetime of cop instinct tells him he’s about to teach Liberty that this romance will be anything but by the book.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

Libby watched him, as he watched her hand, which rested close to her mug on the table, and she knew he wanted to take it in his. If he did, would she let him, she wondered. Instead, he cleared his throat and sat back, and she felt a vague pang of disappointment that he didn’t try. It was a silly feeling, she knew, since she was the one who put up all the fences and made all the rules, and she should be grateful he was abiding by them. It was a good thing he was remembering her tenure quest, even if the schoolgirl in her kept forgetting it.

“So, what about you?” he asked. “Why Apollonia?”

Libby shrugged. “I got a job. In this business, you go where you’re hired, and my one year contract was up at Princeton, so I took the offer here. Plus, it seems like a nice place for Charlie to grow up – not too rural, not too urban.”

“Charlie looks like a great kid.”

“He really is,” Libby agreed, taking the last sip of coffee from her mug. “He’s doing excellent in school, healthy as a horse, cleans up when I ask him to, loves his mom… I can’t complain.”

“What about his dad?”

“I thought we weren’t talking about exes?” she asked, evading the question.

“Well, maybe the rule isn’t as firm as I heard,” he said with a grin.

After a pause, Libby answered simply, “He didn’t want to be a dad, so he isn’t.”

Seth nodded slowly. “I think…” he said, gravely, “I think we need to have a second date so we can talk about anything that comes up.”

“You are determined, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he answered, immediately. “When something feels right, yes, I am. And, Libby, nothing has felt this right for me in a long time.”

“Seems we have a lot of reasons not to,” she observed.

“What reasons would those be?” he asked. “The class? Your tenure? All that’ll be over with shortly, right? And our kids? We’ll be careful there, but kids adjust fine to things. Better than adults. And this doesn’t have to have anything to do with them until we know what’s going on between us. But it’s no reason not to look into the situation, and see, is it?”

“I don’t… do this sort of thing,” Libby answered, weakly.

“What? Date?”

“No, I don’t.” Libby shook her head. “Never. Not since Carson left.”

“In eight years, there’s been nobody?” Seth asked with a tone of disbelief.

“There’s been Charlie,” she answered firmly, looking him in the eye. “There wasn’t anyone before my ex, and no one since. Charlie’s been enough for me. I just don’t see the point of other relationships, if it can all end in disaster.”

“But it didn’t,” he countered. “I mean, the romance may have ended badly, but it wasn’t a disaster, right? You have Charlie. I have Kelsey. Don’t they make it worth it?”

Libby had no answer for him, but she sat away from the table, slightly, breaking the intimacy of the conversation.

“All right, Libby,” Seth relented. “All right, I can wait. As long as you need me to. But as long as there’s hope, you can’t fault me for trying.”

“Why me? I mean, why go through this bother, when there are plenty of ready and willing women out there? You barely know me.”

“I told you,” Seth said. “Perhaps it is love at first sight.”

Libby muttered a very unladylike word in response.

“Honestly, that’s the closest I can describe it… I’m just compelled towards you.”

Libby would’ve argued, but Seth continued, “I think maybe we need each other. We both deserve a second chance, I think… Will you at least think about it?”

She likely had no choice, she realized. After a speech like that, she wouldn’t be able to not think about it. And that wasn’t good at all.

 

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Anne Holly is a Canadian writer, mother and teacher, who currently lives in Ontario. She’s the author of two contemporary romance novels and numerous short works, and is working on two historical pieces at the moment. You can find her on Facebook, GoodReads, Twitter, and her blog, or check out her books on Amazon, B&N, and elsewhere.

 

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