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 won't lose," I replied archly. "I might be on the losing team, but my personal performance won't be at fault..."


　　"Haha," he sneered with enjoyment. "Only because you cheat, mage."


　　"I am completely honourable with my magic," I retorted and tugged some strands of his hair free as I stood.


　　"Ow," he complained, his hand coming to his head, scowling. "What was that for?"


　　"Royal harlot's hair is a very useful spell component," I replied.


　　"I am not a harlot," he grumbled, following me from the table.


　　"I'm on the other side of the wall from your bedchamber," I reminded him. "Oh, Akyran, oh, oh. Oh."


　　He flushed. "There is no way you can hear through the stone, Ecaeris."


　　"Oh, Akyran," I replied, my voice rising hitching, breathy. "Do that thing... What thing exactly?"


　　"Ecaeris," the colour patched on his cheeks. "Shit," he muttered under his breath.


　　"Maybe close your windows," I suggested. "Lady Beria in particular..."


Chapter 144