He rolls us, pinning me beneath him.

"Someone needs to tell you how amazing you are. How calming and incredible your music is."

My breath catches, gut tightening as my magic coils within it, wanting desperately to be released. To touch him.
His breath hits my cheek, sending tingles through my face, and lower. Knowing exactly what he's doing, his lips twitch upward as he touches them to my jaw.

"Someone," he breathes, "Needs to tell you how spectacular you are. How beautiful. How so incredibly sexy you are."

His lips trail down my neck as his hands bring my top over my head. He kisses down my chest, down the deep crevice between my breasts, down my stomach. The top of my jeans are dragged dangerously low as his lips pass my navel. Almost on instinct, my hips lift off the bed.

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Amaya Humphreys is a witch. The sole heir of two mighty bloodlines. With her parents gone she is left to survive with the police chief and his son. However, things in the Humphrey household are not nearly as legal as they should be.
Enter Damon Cooper. The young man that she has known since grade school, the young man she's seen every inch of, and the young man that was once attached at the hip with her step-brother. When Damon starts talking to Amaya once again, she pushes him away, yet again. Damon, stubborn as a dog, does not give up easily. Especially not once he notices bruises.
Whether she lives or dies, Amaya's only desire is to be set free. But which will it be?

Love Is Patience

A knocking is what wakes me up. Cringing at the brightness of the room as I open my eyes, I roll over to face the bedroom door. 


I can't help but grumble, "What?" The door squeaks open, the hinges still scratched and dented to hell. Aaron poked his head in with a small smile on his freshly shaved face. His hair is gelled back and instead of his usual singlet or tee, he wears the black blazer and matching tie I bought him yesterday. I sigh at the sight of it, remembering what today entails. 


Wilted But Not Forgotten