Azrielle Marris, a young witch not fully in charge of her powers, goes out one night using the magic of astral projection, and lands into danger. After crashing into an attractive man, she soon finds herself in bed with a passionate lover.
When he leaves, claiming they can never be together again, she's left heartbroken, and yet, hopeful that she can change his mind.
Bram Latimer is a witch of a coven in charge of Wicca law. While investigating the mysterious deaths of witches, he meets the woman meant to carry his seed. There's an unwritten rule against emotional involvement. However, not even Bram anticipated the intense connection, and he challenges the high council's orders to abandon the woman he loves.
In the end, Azrielle wins Bram's heart, and he proves rules can be broken, when he dies to protect all that he loves.
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
The Witch Stone
Bram Latimer couldn’t leave the girl helpless in the middle of his battle. When her hand didn’t encase in his, he looked at her a moment longer. The light from behind him glinted off her face. He stared at the pretty features and recognized her as a witch in flight. Hardly easy for most witches to touch her apparition, he knew he’d not have trouble if he gave a bit of thought to the action.
He stood for a second, spellbound by her wide green eyes. If she hadn’t blinked, he could have suffered dire consequences by the sparks of heat pulsing through his limbs.
“Novice.” His throat rasped out a sound not sounding quite like his. “You’re thinking of staying, so don’t.”
This time when he took her hand, he held it firmly. He felt her mystical aura resistant and he liked the power struggle she gave him with her tug on his arm. However, danger lurked and he didn’t have time to play with her.
“Come on,” he commanded.
For a young witch, her strength amazed him. It didn’t help his efforts when her scent, a delicious ripeness, emitted from her pores and weakened him.
He pulled her close, wanting to bathe in her glorious essence, and let it wrap him in a cocoon of stimulant. Her luscious virgin body overwhelmed his mind. Without licking over her satiny smooth flesh, he imagined the flavor of her on his tongue.
Bram went years without ever running into the kind of woman he needed to carry an Orion seed. Now that he found the feminine vessel, he discovered what he only heard in rumors about the power of their scent. He had one seed to deposit in a womb. He didn’t even need her permission for the simple, quick, and painless deed. But he had a carnal hunger for her participation.
“Stop fighting me.” He used a firmer hold to restrain her.
She intoxicated him with her sensual, warm, feminine fragrance. Her squirming rubbed in the right places for the wrong reasons.
“Stop!” she protested. “I won’t go with you.”
“Oh yes you will.” Bram grabbed her around the middle and flung her onto his shoulder.
“Hey!” she squealed. “Put me down this instant.”
“I don’t have time to argue with you.” He froze at the sounds of footsteps in the dark.
“Put me down.”
His back straightened, his hearing pricked to the sound. He had chased a suspected murderer into that alley. Nothing would have stopped him other than a girl in danger. His fingers dug into her thigh, his other arm strapped her bottom, and he ran to find safety.
“Ouch!” He dropped her on her feet when she pinched him.
“Now let me go.”
“I will not.”
Bram found a niche in a doorway to hide them.
“Any sound from you will put us in danger.” He put a hand over her mouth.
At the louder tap of footsteps, she froze. Her fingers hit spots on him around the middle, gripping his jacket.
Normally, he could control what he felt. Formed of spiritual matter, not physical, he had a way of forgetting to turn off some of his senses. As he pressed her into the alcove with the length of his body, he didn’t want to stop the ache she enticed in his groin.