Daniel Rose should be having a good night. He’s a bestselling author; he’s had film adaptations of his books; he’s met movie stars. And there’s a storm outside tonight, electric and wild. Dan’s always liked storms. Tonight, though, he’s stuck staring at his computer and suffering from writer’s block, out of ideas and inspiration. But when an adorable young man knocks at his door, asks to borrow Dan’s kitchen spices, and announces witchcraft’s real and their apartment building needs an exorcism, Dan’s dark and stormy night takes a turn for the magical. Sterling Friday’s among the youngest qualified practicing members of the coven, and this haunted building’s only his third assignment. He’s a very good clairvoyant but less good at proper spellwork, and he could use some help with both ingredients and psychic anchors. He also happens to be a fan of those Daniel Rose novels, and he’s hoping Dan, as a writer, will believe his story and not turn him away. On a night drenched in magic and rain, as ghosts hover in the background, the attraction between them is immediate and elemental.

Elemental

He settled for running hands along those luscious inner thighs, having pulled plaid pajama pants down around Sterling’s ankles. “How many colors are you wearing?”


“I likebright colors. Why are you still dressed?”


“Impatient, are you?” He walked fingers upward, not quite touching violet temptation, toying with elastic edges. Sterling whimpered and tried to lift hips toward the touch; Dan said, “Don’t move,” and his adorable psychic’s eyes got even wider. “But I want—”


“I know you do. So do I. But we’re taking care of you. You said.” He touched a magpie. “That means you stay put—where I put you—and rest, and you let me give you what you need. Is it two for joy? These.”


Chapter 11