I’m so excited to announce my latest release. Freya’s
Spell is a short erotic romance. It’s part of the weekend getaway line
for Secret Cravings Publishing.
Witchcraft, fairies, and all things magical have always
fascinated me. My father was a professional magician, and I was one of his
assistants. He used beautiful white doves in his act. It amazed me how they
added something special to the show. My favorite illusion was the levitation
act. Dad raised my older sister up in the air, and she appeared to be floating.
He used a gold hoop to show there was nothing attached to her. I never got a
chance to be the helper on that one, even thought I begged. At the time, I wasn’t
tall enough.
My story takes place in The White Mountain Region of New
Hampshire. My husband and I visit the area in the fall around peak foliage
time. One night while sitting around the campfire, I got the idea for Freya’s
Spell. There was something
intriguing about staring into the fire pit. The pentagram worn by witches
signifies the five elements, fire, water, earth, air, and spirit. My father
used to tell me that a person must surrender to the universe to enjoy his
illusions. If they tried to figure out the trick the thrill of it was
lost.
My heroine Freya Meyer lives in an attic apartment in Bartlett , New
Hampshire
BLURB
The passionate, sex-starved witch, Freya Meyer is tired of wasting
time with unsatisfying lovers. She’s in search of a man who can keep up with
her. Prospects are slim in Bartlett, the sleepy little town in the White
Mountain Region of New Hampshire.
A sultry stranger with a French accent behind the counter at the
Country Store is new to town. Family commitment and an unsettled past leads
Paul Marton back to his childhood roots. On the rebound from a scandalous
romance, Paul tries to ignore Freya’s advances, and he doesn’t let on how he
falls prey to her seductive ways.
When Paul ignores her advances, Freya knows what she must do. A
love spell is bound to cast the shy stranger straight into her arms. With the
help of the full moon, Freya’s wishes may come to fruition. Can a lonely witch
capture one night with her dream lover… walk away, and never look back? Is
there a way to tame a wild witch’s heart?
EXCERPT
Freya
watched Paul as he strutted down the stairs and slowly ran her tongue around
her lips. One look at his broad shoulders and thick thighs made her mouth
water. I can hardly stand it.
Paul
returned from downstairs and she noticed his penetrating stare.
“Come
upstairs to my place and I’ll pay you.”
“Thank
you. Do you want me to bring the other items up there?”
“No,
you can leave them here. I’ll take care of it” You’ll need all the energy
you can get. Freya could
sense his eyes follow her every move as she led the way. Happy she wore a
thong, she escorted her dream man upstairs to her apartment.
Once
inside, she closed the door and fastened the double lock. “Sit down for a
minute while I get my wallet.”
Freya
pointed to an upholstered, floral sofa, with red velvet throw pillows. Instead
of a door, colored beads separated the living room from the bedroom.
“This
place is great. I don’t recall it being here.”
“Thank
you,” she responded. “It’s my little hideaway.”
“I’ve
never seen it and I lived in town for years.” He ran his hand through his hair
and smiled. “I’m back to help at my mother’s store.”
“Oh,
I see. That’s why I never saw you before.”
Freya’s
mind raced with visions of how he would look without a shirt. “I’ve been here a
few years. There’s a little rooftop space for entertaining outside.”
“You
did a great job of decorating in here.” He ran his hand over the luxurious
velvet pillow. His gaze fixed on her. His legs spread sending shivers down her
spine.
Freya
felt the heat between her thighs. The sexual tension took over her entire body.
“I’ll be right back.”
Enter giveaway for an e-book copy of
Freya’s Spell!
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Kathleen writes contemporary, paranormal, and
erotic romance. She lives in New
Jersey Jersey
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