by Michelle Escamilla
Dark Spell series
a Paranormal Erotica Romance
from Beau Coup Publishing
****Blurb****
Emma Blackwood is the epitome of ordinary. She’s from a small town where she excelled in school and just enjoyed hanging out with her friends. Wanting to escape from her ordinary life, she headed to a school in the city after graduation. But as soon as college was over, she found herself back in the same old routine. Normal. After a night on the town with her best friend, Kyle, Emma met a mysterious man. One small touch of his hand made her feel things she’d never experienced before. That one moment changed everything for Emma. ‘Normal’ was never going to be a word which would describe her again.
Micah Oliver didn’t grow up in a normal world. His mother, a witch, has passed on her powers to him. He has a gift, one that can sense when others, like him, are near. Finding Emma should be a blessing for him, someone who can understand his way of life. Or is it?
Emma doesn’t know her past or her future and Micah has the answers, but there is one problem.
Micah Oliver didn’t grow up in a normal world. His mother, a witch, has passed on her powers to him. He has a gift, one that can sense when others, like him, are near. Finding Emma should be a blessing for him, someone who can understand his way of life. Or is it?
Emma doesn’t know her past or her future and Micah has the answers, but there is one problem.
*****Excerpt*****
Spread your legs a little further,” he whispered into her ear. “Yes, like that.”
Micah’s hand slowly moved up and down her thigh, before tying her ankles down to the footboard with her wrists already bound to the headboard. “Please, I want this,” she begged.
“I know you do, once you tell me all of your secrets, we can have a lot of fun together.” His voice sounded cold. So cold. He began to kiss her calf, moving up her leg. Her back began to arch as he teased her clit with his tongue. She cried out, feeling so close to losing herself.
“I don’t know what secrets you want to know,” she moaned.
“I saw what you did at the coffee shop, the thunder, it’s not just a coincidence. I know your secrets, Emma. But you need to tell me what you know.”
“I don’t know!”
“Emma, I want to be with you. We can be amazing together, but you have to admit what you are.”
“What am I?” she moaned.
“A witch.”
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