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5 Kisses: "In a world in which warlocks and sorcerers are as plentiful as clover, and magic runs rampant, a Coven of thirteen warlocks under the leadership of the megalomaniacal and insane Damien Rochester plots to take over the nation, ruling it politically and socially. The Coven will stop at nothing, including practice of the Dark Arts and torture of its enemies, as well as human sacrifice of virgins to feed pet demons. Arrayed against them are the sorcerers of the Alliance, a group which includes Rowena Black, a young woman orphaned by Rochester in childhood.
     Rowena's life mission is to find and neutralize all warlocks, stripping them of their power. But when she battles and disfigures Vayne Thorne, a long-term Coven member, her life takes a new turn. Soon she agrees to infiltrate the Coven on behalf of the Alliance, even though it means losing her magical power. It also includes sadistic torment and breaking of her spirit and will. Eventually Rowena is assigned to two members as a pleasure pet: Vayne Thorne and the Coven's healer, Galen Sinclair.
     Black's Magic is quite an intriguing tale which is rife with both paranormal elements and sizzling sensuality. Although the violence is not graphic, there is plenty of steamy intimacy to titillate the reader's palate. The characters are well-drawn, and the plot involves magical elements which are realistically interwoven into the story. Author Cynthia Rayne scores a winner with Black's Magic." —Frost, Two Lips Reviews

4 Angels: "Not your typical paranormal romance. This is one hot and steamy book. Rowena and Vayne have chemistry between them from the first scene. When Rowena is offered the chance to go undercover in the Coven she takes it. She will get revenge on those who killed her father no matter what she has to give up. Rowena is very self-confident and this story sure illustrates that old adage “pride goeth before a fall”. Vayne is hot and sexy in a villainous way that makes you want to tame that bad boy or at least taste that bad boy. Fast paced and exciting this story delivers on plot and sex. Added to the interesting subtext of the sexual tension between Vayne and Rowena is the twist of the character Galen Sinclair, his outer mien hides his dark desires, and when you add Rowena into the mix you get some hot scenes of BDSM. Rowena’s battles with herself over her desire for revenge and her unbidden desires for the two men she is forced to be a slave to give us a glimpse into the mind of what it is to be torn between what you think you wanted and what you truly want. Great story and a wonderful read!" —Hayley, Fallen Angel Reviews

4 Flags: "Black’s Magic is a different kind of witchery story. You can see the attraction Rowena has with both men. Both dominate, both sexy and both a master between the sheets. Talk about between a rock and a hard place…and she hasn’t even picked ‘the one’ yet! There was just enough animosity between the two men to bring out the caveman that was both a turn on and teeth-grinder at the same time. Great read." —Melissa, Euro-Reviews

"Black’s Magic clips along rapidly, giving forth an enthralling, sexy story. Ms. Rayne creates thrilling, earthy characters who breathe life into this pleasing story. Prideful and self-reliant Rowena submits to the distinctive whetted pleasures of both men. However, throughout the ordeal she retains dignity and self-worth, never fully submitting to either man. Galen Sinclair, a doctor in the Coven, gets her first. He is a rough lover although not forthcoming of himself. He ensures Rowena’s pleasure but its clear that she is nothing more then a sexual pet, there to fulfill his needs. Vayne appreciates her hot passionate nature, in the bed and out of it, traits that attracted him to her from the beginning. Certain never to “own” her, Vayne’s approach is more personal, insisting on constant eye contact and the use of his name throughout their rousing interlude. He masters her with tenderness and…love. Giving this story a might more bite is Rowena’s mission, searching for information that will bring down the Coven. Snooping through Vayne and Sinclair’s homes yields trivial pieces of information, but when unexpected help comes from a surprising source does Rowena’s work make any head way. Black’s Magic amuses and captivates readers with a swift plot, handing over intense magical intrigue. Dominated with sexual tension, that concludes with steamy unions, makes for a highly gratifying read."  —Pamela, Romance at Heart

STORY EXCERPT

Vayne turned his attention to her. They circled each other as they spoke, two wary predators sizing up an opponent.

“Like you?” He raised one silvery brow. His face was angular and his jaw was prominent. In short, he was lickable. Seemed a shame that he was evil.

Rowena knew she could scratch a sexual itch with Vayne, but she’d never slept with the enemy and wasn’t about to now. “Are you trying to hit on me?”

“Yes, and I’m succeeding.”

Rowena forced a yawn. “I’m bored. Can we fight?”

“I didn’t know you had a death wish, Rowena.”

“That’s an idle threat and we both know it.” They were old adversaries, but well matched in magical abilities. A stalemate had always been the end result.

“Probably, but let’s mix it up a bit. Let’s try a bit of hand-to-hand. I want to cop a feel while I thrash you.” He raked his eyes over her. “You’re built the way I like my women. Big breasts and rounded hips. Throw in that jet black hair of yours and I’m ready to mount you right here.”

“You wish.” Rowena shrugged off her leather duster and  tossed it across the top of the rickety fence behind her before pulling the athame from her boot.

The blade glinted in the moonlight, the Celtic cross blazing on the handle. It felt good in her hand, as though the athame had been fashioned only for her, yet it had been handed down across the generations in her family. She knew that one day soon she’d use the blade to kill Rochester.

 Vayne came at her unarmed and she tried to push the blade into his belly, but he grasped her arm and brought it down across his knee, forcing her to drop it. The athame clattered to the ground and when she reached for it, he pulled her arm behind her back.

Vayne pressed his mouth against her ear, his voice husky. “I’m going to shag you right here, Rowena. Tell me you want that.”

The words had the desired effect on her body. She wished he’d get over the whole bad boy thing and join her side. She’d consider making it worth his while, shag him senseless until she grew bored with him and she always grew bored with them eventually. She didn’t dare give voice to her desires because she needed to keep her wits about her. “Not in this lifetime, Thorne.”

Vayne approached her, invading her space. “Are you sure about that?”

He smelled of sage and other herbs that she couldn’t recognize. He’d been spell-casting tonight, something wicked. That brought her back to her senses.

“Positive. We’re fighting, Vayne, not screwing.” She used the heel of her other hand to hit the underside of his nose. She heard the bone crunch as her hand made contact, causing blood to pour freely down his handsome face.

Vayne released her with a muttered curse. He wiped at the blood with the back of his gloved had. “Do you maim all of your lovers?”

 “Only the ones I’m trying to kill.” She kicked him in the shin, before sweeping her leg across his chest.

Turned on and pissed off at the same time, Rowena gasped for breath. The whole fight was undignified. They should have been using their wands like civilized people, instead of hitting each other like two children in a schoolyard fight.

When he bent over, caught between nursing his injured nose and shin, she planted her foot square in the middle of his chest. Vayne fell to the ground, landing on his back with a thud.

“Bloody hell! I’ve had enough of this!” He swept a leg under hers, and she landed on top of his prone body. He quickly situated her hips over his.

Merlin help me! This was the second warlock of the night that had been between her legs and not in a fun way! She tried to get up, but he held onto her hips. “Let’s call it an impasse and move on, Thorne.”

“Hardly.” Vayne bucked his hips. “I’ve got you where I want you. Well, almost where I want you. Be a dear and take off those jeans.”

“Why? You’re in no shape to perform.” She tried to get up again, but he held her in a viselike grip with his hard arousal nestled between her thighs. She couldn’t help but rock against him, making them both moan.

 He rolled them over so he was on top and pinned her between his cock and the sticky cement. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted that the athame was in reach, just beside their prone bodies.

“You know, when I pictured bonking you, it wasn’t in a filthy alley, but I’ll take you anyway way I can get you.”

“Funny. I haven’t thought about it at all,” she lied. Rowena grasped the blade, while he ogled her breasts, which were perilously close to popping free of her ripped t-shirt...

ADULT EXCERPT

“Lie down on my desk.”

She slowly walked over to the desk on visibly wobbly legs. She started to lie down on her back when he spoke up. "On your stomach."

She obediently turned over and lay down on her stomach. His breath caught at the depraved tableau before him.

"Very good. And do be sure to stay still. I'd hate for my hand to slip."

He ran the blade down the sloping lines of her back, admiring the look of cool silver against her pale flesh. He knew the knife belonged to her family. He'd wager her father would roll over in his grave if he knew he used it on her in a sex game. Somehow, that made it all the more delicious.

As he scraped it along the back of her knees, her breath came faster. "Does it feel good? Do you like the kiss of steel against your skin, Rowena?"

Rowena hesitated. He could tell that she wanted to say no, wanted to tell him to go to the devil, but she moaned as it traveled across her calf. "Yes, Vayne."

He ran it all the way down both of her legs, pausing briefly at the back of her thigh. For a moment, he had the wild urge to carve his initials into her, mark her the way she had marked him, but marring her unblemished skin would have been a crime.

"Turn over," he said hoarsely.

Rowena rolled over and splayed her legs for him of her own accord. "Good girl." He ran the dagger up the inside of her thigh, stopping just below her dripping pussy. He slipped a finger inside her. "You're wet, Rowena. I knew you wanted me. Wanted this. Tell me what you desire and I'll give it to you."

She pulled in a deep breath. "I want you to let me go."

Vayne laughed, utterly delighted by her disobedience. He didn’t care for complete submission from his pets. He preferred to work with them. He pressed the tip of the dagger just a bit more and was rewarded by a lovely little droplet of blood that beaded against her alabaster thigh.

She cried out and not just in pain.

"Oh, dear, my hand slipped." He leaned over her, letting his weight settle across her body. He loved the combination of her nudity and his fully-clothed state. "But it felt good, didn't it? That little bit of pain sharpened the pleasure. Enhanced it.”

Rowena writhed against him, lost to sensation. "Oh, yes!”

Howling in triumph, Vayne pressed his finger at just the right spot and she moaned, her eyes falling closed.

She bucked against his hand, begging for him with her body. "Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me."

"I don't!" she blurted out. "I don't! But I do!" She closed her eyes, presumably ashamed by he own admission. Tears dribbled from the corners of her eyes. "I shouldn't want this but I do. What's wrong with me? I—”

The game was over. He’d wanted her admission all along. "Hush, Rowena.” He tossed knife aside. His mouth hovered over her eyelids and he pressed feather light kisses there, tasting the salty sweetness of her tears. He kissed his way to her rosebud mouth. "Hush now. I'll give us what we both want."

He undid his pants and freed his thick erection and then crawled up her body, placing it against her mouth. Rowena licked him from the base to the very tip of his cock. He groaned as she fastened her eyes on his and meekly sucked his cock into her mouth.

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