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

　　“Aurien,” a dark-haired man moved out of the arched doorways with a sneering smile that did not detract from his beauty. Fae, I thought, by the points of his ears that pierced the dark silk of his ears, and the ethereal masculinity of his face. Aurien was by far the more perfect specimen of man, but this Fae man was not far behind. “I didn’t realise you were offering your service as a mount.”


　　“Intuinthe los,” Aurien replied archly. “Etiquin intelin sar.”


　　“Saosquorin,” the dark-haired man responded with amusement. “Fae oskenthin yaden isk talen?”


　　Fae why are we, I caught, but the other words were not in my vocabulary. I could guess however from those words: why are we speaking Fae? It was a good question; one I wondered the answer of.


　　“Prianthe amar ith,” Aurien said. I have reason, I knew that one. “Prosethen diasen neath tharen.”


　　“Ah,” the dark-haired man’s eyes flicked to my face with puzzlement. “Yaden?” Why?


Chapter 91