In my new book, SpellCast from Darkness, the SpellCasters weave tragedy about our main characters. Yet, tragedy is relative. Read on to see how this tragedy plays out for Michael…
Michael woke from a nightmare to the feather light touch of velvet against his naked skin.
The sultry sensation traced itself over from his left shoulder, then down across his chest. It circled his nipple and lightly stroked across it, causing him to sharply intake a breath. He didn’t open his eyes for fear it was another dream. Then the touch moved slowly down his abdomen. It stopped inches below his navel, making lazy circles, then suddenly dove down further still and wrapped around him completely. He gasped at the intimacy and opened his eyes.
Golden, shimmering eyes gazed delightfully into his own. A luscious pair of blood red lips smiled for him. The scent of jasmine filled the air. Rich brown skin the color of burnt sienna, bare breasts dangled temptingly over his chest, a striking contrast to his own creamy skin.
Meyana…
Author Shanna Robillard 