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

　　He shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the topic. His tail flicked against the ground, like a drumbeat. “There have only been four recorded times a dragon has sworn oath to a king,” he said eventually. “It is not something that is typically compatible with our natures, and it takes exceptional circumstance and exception leaders, to motivate a dragon to swear loyalty.”


　　“And we’re exceptional,” I pressed my lips to his scales.


　　I love you lingered on my lips but before I could give breath to it, his attention was drawn elsewhere.


　　“Leongrad returns,” he observed. Leongrad signalled me as he jammed his helm over his russet curls and swung himself into the saddle. “Mount up, Liera,” Aurien’s tone carried tension and excitement. I could feel it through his muscles and scales as I mounted him, in the twitching of his wings and tail, and the jets of smoke that streamed from his nostrils. My dragon liked war.


Chapter 137