Love and Other Sorcery follows three steamy erotic romances… 
In The Mage’s Heart, be seduced by Rivyn Nae Ederne’s quest to reclaim his magic: 
His hand closed over mine, and he pressed my palm against the hot skin of his stomach, sliding it down, through the crisp hair at his groin, to close over his hardness. His eyes closed and his head rocked back on his neck as he guided my hand along with him. 
Fall in love with Aurien, in The Golden Dragon’s Princess: 
The expression in his eyes shifted and he stepped closer. He slid his hand from my cheek, down my arm, catching my hand by the wrist, lifting it, and pressed my palm against his chest. I dragged in the air in a gasp. The heat of his skin was not of mankind, and his heartbeat hard and fast against my palm, its rhythm still raised from a flight. 
And discover a lover in your best friend with Akyran’s Folly: 
He lowered me to the bed, covering me with his body, his mouth branding my skin, his breath unsteady. Our hands tangled as we tried to pull each other's clothing free, and we laughed with a wildness heavy with desire, before falling upon each other with new fury. I heard the cloth of my shirt tear. 
It’s Love and Other Sorcery…

Love and Other Sorcery

　　I swallowed hard on the sudden heat that surged through me, and hurriedly resumed sorting the treasure so as to be occupied in other pursuits than spying lustfully upon him. I had not been wrong, I thought. The dragon’s reading and wine drinking companions bathed in the water. I watched out of the corner of my eye in voyeuristic fascination as the beautiful man washed his hair and rubbed oil through it and across his skin. The soap and oil he used carried the mysterious scent of incense on it.


　　For all I tried not to watch, the angle was precisely right that I caught a tantalising glimpse here and there. He took his time, soaking and removing the stubble from his face, before stepping out of the water and drying himself on a length of cloth that had been meant for grander things… or had it? I amended. What grander aspiration could a cloth have than to rub against the skin of such a man?


Chapter 82