This book is bargain priced from 03/22/2014 until 12/31/2014
Gothic Paranormal Witch Polyamory MMF
Not only did I find Mr. Right, but he has a brother, and they’re both mine!
A witch maiden is rescued by two handsome noblemen who want to fulfill her every wish. Can they protect her from the church’s attempts to eradicate witchcraft?
12,000 hot and sexy words! This is part 1 in the trilogy.
When it came time to bathe, she positioned herself on the floor, tucking her legs beneath her as she pressed the warm cloth to her cheeks and face. Eventually, she pulled it across the back of her neck and followed the curve of it to her collar bone, then dipped lower to the generous swell of her breasts. In slow smooth motions, she wiped away the dirt and grime, refreshing the rag in the warm water whenever it became too cold.
“I have the things to make a fire. May I come in?” It was Vincent.
Shyla froze she looked around for something to cover herself and only found a midsized towel. “Yes, of course.” She was in the middle of wrapping it around her front when Vincent pushed his way inside, arms laden with wood. His expression turned dark the moment he saw her, clinging to a towel that barely covered her.
Modesty demanded that he avert his eyes, but Vincent found himself staring. It was not until he saw the faint pinkish blush in her cream colored cheeks that he was able to tear his eyes away. “I didn’t realize you…” He paused grappling with words as he piled wood into the stone fireplace. “…were in a state of undress.”
Shyla struggled to pull the towel tighter around her, but her breasts were far too big and hips much too wide to be covered by this one towel. She was stuck in a vicious cycle of covering one part, only to have the other pop out. “I am sorry. I seem to be having trouble.” He must have seen her distress, because after he had gotten the fire started, he moved toward her, very gently taking the towel from knotted fists locked between her breasts.
“I think this one is too small.” His finger tips brushed against the swell of one breast as he tested his theory, attempting to cover her. Shyla felt a tingle of excitement create a tightening in her abdomen. That soft cleft between her legs was covered in a silky white down that matched her hair; little drips of moisture were already collecting, clinging to her milky inner thighs. She sucked at her bottom lip, biting it softly. Shyla was too enamored with the way his hair settled over one eye before sweeping behind one shoulder to notice he had given up the effort to preserve her chastity, and was instead gazing at her with those piercing ice blue eyes.
“Perhaps I should go before I do something I shouldn’t.” His tone was a husky growl, eyeing the door with a bittersweet gleam in his eye.
“Hmm?” His words had interrupted a slew of erotic thoughts, bringing her back to the present. “Wait! Don’t go.” Shyla hurried to the door and locked it, turning to face him with a devilish grin. “What did you have in mind?”