Feral Magic by Robin D. Owens Page B

warrior.  Her breathing turned ragged.
    He leaned forward and kissed her and the exquisite sensations of him inside her weakened her.
    "Brandy," he breathed.
    "Yes."
    "You let me in.  In your home.  In your body."
    Hearing the words sent frissons of passion spiraling down her nerves.  They weren't moving but pressure built within her, soon she would come apart.  Soon.  Soon.
    "Yes," she whispered, already forgetting what she was answering.
    "You are a treasure.  To be treasured."  He angled his hips, just so and her climax wrenched through her.
    But he was plunging, saying desperate words that had no meaning, promises, maybe, and they were rolling on the bed and he was over her, eyes wild, hair turning into a mane and it was fascinating and frightening and she thought she would die of the pleasure ricocheting through her and she was gasping and he yelled and they collapsed together.
    She came back to herself slowly, slower than ever before.  She was lying on her side facing him.  She put a hand on her racing heart.  Still alive.  Painfully, wonderfully alive.
    He was so good for her.
    She'd be good for him.
    He opened his eyes and pinned her with his purple gaze.  Twilight seemed to wrap around her in the middle of the day, filling this moment with unexpected and unexplained meaning.
    "I can stay with you?" he asked, eyes shaded with a hint of vulnerability.
    "Yes.  For as long as you like," she responded without thinking.
    And they seemed caught together.
    Together.
    For a time, and here in her own space and in this reality.
    For a while.

And now for a peek at Robin D. Owens's new Mystic Circle book, Enchanted Ever After, published by Luna and available in December 2012!
     
    Enchanted Ever After
    Chapter One
     
    Mid September, Denver, Colorado
     
    Life was not a game.  If life were a game, Kiri Palger would ace it...or reach level sixty-five with massive amounts of gold, arms and armor, not to mention a fabulous wardrobe.
    But real life doesn't come with do-overs.  She couldn't go back two years and not take the energy and soul draining computer support job with a national company in downtown Denver.  Big mistake.  Especially when she trudged home at seven-thirty on a Friday evening too exhausted to enjoy the thought of the weekend.
    Though buying this house in Mystic Circle had definitely been the right thing to do.
    Her hands were full of key and keycard and she was punching in the security code when her phone rang.  She swore and went in, laid the keys and workbag on the rickety console table next to the door.
    The phone was not in its proper pocket, but had migrated to mix with stuff at the bottom of her tote.
    She found her cell after the call had gone to message.  Her best friend Shannon had called—all right, her only good friend, someone she talked to a couple of times a week.  Kiri could always count on Shannon, and her friend could always give her a lift.
    "Hey, Kiri, it's Shannon.  Sucky that you had to work late at the sucky job and can't play Fairies and Dragons with me tonight.  I know how much you want that new job so remember you promised me you'd go to your block party tomorrow and meet Jenni Weavers.  Don't duck out of it!  And, no, I can't make it, Averill has a family thing.  Tell us all the deets Sunday Brunch, smooches!"
    Kiri's smile faded.  She always liked backup when entering a new social situation.  She squared her shoulders.  Much as she might want to, she wouldn't skip the party.  It was important on two levels—really interacting with her neighbors and meeting Jenni Weavers, Kiri's heroine.
    Her gaze went to her computer set up in the bump of the side bay window.  She'd stay out of the game, Fairies and Dragons, tonight—sometimes the game beckoned more than reality.  And once you began spending more time in the game than anywhere else, you were in trouble.  Not in control.
    She sighed.  Her living room was bare—she had a lot of house and not much