A Witch at Midnight
by Cindy Keen Reynders
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Published: January 24th 2013
Publisher: Angelic Knight Press
Spirited away by a demon on the eve of her wedding, Cassie Rose, high witch of the Wysteria Hedge Haven Clan, finds herself trapped in the dark Underworld realm of Hades. Determined to return to Wysteria and her husband-to-be, the powerful warlock Viceroy of Oregon, she manages to escape.
While running for her life, she encounters Nik Zaros, a man so handsome she swears he would put a Greek statue to shame. Strapped to a plow being pulled by the mighty Marathonian Bull, Nik has been tortured and is near death. Cassie’s heart goes out to him, and she feels compelled to take him along with her.
Upon recovering, Nik is immediately attracted to the charming sorceress. Though she stirs his blood, he can’t help but suspect her of being in league with the demon, Prince Drakon. He soon discovers Cassie wishes to be free from the demon's control, just as he does, and only love's magic can save them.
Relentlessly pursued by Prince Drakon, Cassie and Nik begin a dangerous journey across the Underworld. Dodging perils at every twist and turn, they develop a profound love for one another, and discover only a sacrifice of the heart can keep them together.
A whooshing noise sounded above his head, and he looked up. A flash of bright red caught his eye before something slammed into him. Strained beyond capacity, the leather straps broke apart. As he fell, he spotted the bull stampeding across the field, snorting and bellowing like a rabid beast. Upon impact with the rocky ground, both his head and body exploded with pain. All the air rushed from his lungs when additional weight thumped against him and pinned him down.
Head throbbing, he managed to lift up on his elbows, wondering what in Zeus’ name had happened. Dizziness blurred his vision, and he blinked to try to clear it. Something weighed on his belly. Initially, he thought he saw two splendid women straddling his groin—an idea he found most pleasing. When his eyes cleared, to his disappointment, he realized only one rode atop him.
What a woman though!
His disappointment quickly faded as he examined this windfall. The wench wore only in a small red garment, leaving most of her luscious female curves visible to his hungry gaze. His parched mouth moistened with a maddening taste of lust, something that hadn’t whet his appetite in a very long time.
She’s ravishing …
Gods of Olympus, was he so exhausted he’d begun to imagine things? Had he finally gone stark raving mad from Drakon’s agonizing torment? For a split second, he feared it might be possible.
Yet her fragrant warmth and distinct woman’s scent, wafting pleasantly toward his nostrils, told him this couldn’t be a dream. It would have been impossible for his imagination to conjure up such a soft, warm vision. He froze in place, not daring to move for fear of upsetting her.
His mind churned as he attempted to discern who she could be. Perhaps this fetching morsel was a nymph sent from the gods to transport him up to the Elysian Fields where he could rest in eternal peace. A somewhat clumsy nymph, but that didn’t matter if she’d come to release him from this ghastly prison.
Whoever she was, her sudden appearance completely mesmerized him. She fainted and fell against him. The sensation of her soft breasts pressed against his bare chest made his heart leap. Frenzied male arousal rippled through him, and he caught his breath. Her shapely hips molded perfectly against his, sending a familiar prickling sensation through his loins. Blood rushed to his nether regions and his cock grew thick, straining the crotch of his threadbare trousers.
A part of him wondered how he could want to bed this strange wench under these bizarre circumstances. At the same time, another part wondered how he could possibly resist her.
She slowly raised her head, burnished tendrils framing her flushed, heart-shaped face and spilling across her creamy shoulders. Her green eyes, the color of tender spring grass, met his. She sent him an apologetic glance, and her berry-colored lips trembled with a shy smile.
The words she spoke were foreign to him, but her smile told him enough. Heart melting, he stared like a lunatic at her mouth, imagining what it would be like to feel it pressed against his, their tongues entwined in a deep kiss. He shook his head to try and reclaim his sanity. Impossible. His gaze swept over her attire, or rather her lack of it. Except for the wenches he’d bedded before marrying Eirene, he’d never seen a female wearing so little.
Not that he was complaining.
He placed his hands on either side of her waist. It just came as a shock to find such an inexorably beautiful woman in his arms. Though his shoulders ached and his head pounded, he still found himself trembling with desire for this woman. The damsel had curves in all the right places, and her female essence swirled around him, warm, seductive, and soul-stirring. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, couldn’t have offered more stunning perfection.
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About the Author
Cindy Keen Reynders
Over the years, she has won or placed in various writing contests. She has also written for and edited numerous newsletters. Additionally, she has sold several non-fiction magazine articles to “True West” and “Wild West.”
Her mystery series includes The Saucy Lucy Murders, Paws-itively Guilty (Medallion Press) and A Killer Slice (Amazon). She writes a paranormal romance line for Angelic Knight Press, The Wysteria Hedge Haven Clan series, which is about witch sisters with a flair for impractical magic. The first two published books in this series are 7 Year Witch and A Witch at Midnight. In 2014, Witch Tease will be released.