Unlike his parents and his twin Seamus, Ian O’Donnell is not a good witch. Or rather, he isn’t quite good at it. Studying charts and remembering candles hasn’t ever really been his thing. Still, he longs to see the mystical sites of the world, especially the Great Pyramids of Giza. When Ian finally reaches them, though, he finds himself more attracted to the sexy man who works the night shift at his hotel than he does the pyramids.<br><br>Ian’s able to convince Khnurn to take him to the desert for a romantic evening in front of the pyramids. Everything’s going great until Khnurn gets serious. He tells Ian he’s a vampire and they’ve known each other before. Unfortunately, Ian can’t recall ever having been in a serious relationship in this life, or any other, and he isn’t quite sure Khnurn isn’t just feeding him pick-up lines. When Khnurn leaves Ian alone to think about things, another man appears in Ian’s life, a crazy-looking spectre that might just be the Angel of Death.<br><br>Ian soon finds himself hightailing it back to Massachusetts just in time for Halloween with his wonderfully animated witch family and their coven. Unfortunately, it isn’t souvenirs Ian’s brought back with him, but rather the creepy spectre from the desert, and maybe a sexy vampire who might just be the love of his life.

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“Just one,” Khnurn said. “One with many names, over many times.”


Ian wanted to ask Khnurn what he meant by that, but suddenly Khnurn began to move faster, practically taking Ian’s breath away. Ian felt more alive than he ever had before. Khnurn was right; the pyramids were overwhelming for him, but once he added in Khnurn on top of that, or rather on top of him, Ian felt elevated in a way that he could never have imagined. He could feel his skin prickling like when he was in the cold, but it felt good, more alive than usual. Inside him, Ian could feel what felt like a vibration, a gentle humming inside of him. It was power. It was strength.


Khnurn bent down some toward Ian’s face, and Ian lifted his head to meet him. They kissed deeply, and Ian felt nothing but warmth—the warmth of Khnurn’s mouth as they connected, the warmth of Khnurn’s skin as he massaged Khnurn’s chest, the warmth of being deep inside Khnurn as they moved in unison.


Chapter 8