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Fantasies Unbound
Paranormal/Fantasy Erotic Romance
Secret Cravings Publishing
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Can destiny lead a Fae Prince to the one
woman who can complete him mind, body and soul?
Skye Andrews has had it with men and
romance. But when a favorite aunt gives her a magic love spell, she figures she
has nothing to lose…until a mysterious face haunts her days and a magical Faberge
egg brings her dream man into her life. Can she believe that love is something
she can believe in again?
Teaser Excerpt:
Skye
sat with her hands fisted in her shirttails so she wouldn’t throttle
her well-meaning yet clueless Aunt Mary. The smoking cauldron on the
stove erupted into another hiss, and the smell made her stomach curdle.
Aunt
Mary muttered to herself as she gathered the necessary ingredients for
the love spell from various places in the ancient farmhouse.
Skye
tried not to cringe when her aunt walked too close to a knife sitting
on the edge of the table. Clearing her throat, Skye mustered enough
courage to ask, “Is this thing supposed to be turning black and smelling
like rotten eggs?”
“Oh my, yes, dearie,” Aunt Mary said as she bustled around the kitchen.
Skye
blew out a deep breath and tried to keep calm as she watched her aunt
stir something that looked suspiciously like toad legs in the cauldron. Yuck.
I swear, some days it’s almost too much to bear, with Mary’s new found
interest in New Age-isms and spells that do everything but what they’re
supposed to. Skye looked at the clock and sighed, knowing she wasn’t
going to get on the road back to Dayton any sooner than when her aunt
deemed it necessary.
Skye
tried not to feel dejected, but that wasn’t easy after her disastrous
Valentine date. The whole time, her date had just talked and talked
about his life and career. She felt lost on the planes of life. With
each day going by, it was almost too much to bear as she watched friends
and family fall for their true loves. This latest strategy was extreme,
to her thinking, but her aunt was determined to get the sparkle back in
her eyes, or so she said the first night she was here. It was enough to
make Skye cringe in horror, but she couldn’t say anything mean to the
one person who loved her more than anything. Flipping her hair off her
face, she breathed a sigh of relief as she watched her aunt finish
whatever she was doing to the brew. Then Mary turned around with a
bottle of the foul-smelling
stuff.
“Here
you go, dear. All finished and ready for you to imbibe! All you need to
do is say three times, “I wish for my true love to find me,” and then
within seven days, according to the spell book I got from a used book
store, your true love will find you and steal your heart away.” Aunt
Mary gazed fondly at Skye, who was trying to look happy but failing to
hide the sadness in her eyes.
Skye
took the bottle and peered at it,
grimacing. It was blackish-blue in color, with something that looked
like lightning bugs shining in it, winking here and there. For a moment
it was like watching a kaleidoscope of colors, enough to make her eyes
cross.
Uncorking
the bottle, Skye tried to shield her expression from Mary, but a
shudder ran through her. Again she thought of the men who got away or
chose someone else and firmed her resolve to find a love of her own. A
pleasant licorice scent wafted from the brew, and though Skye was
skeptical, she had to admit it smelled better than it looked. Muttering,
“Let’s hope it tastes as pleasant as it smells or I am going to throw
up chunks,” Skye leaned back and gulped the liquid. As she finished
the last drop, she put down the bottle and recited the words her aunt
told her to say:
“I wish for my true love to find me.”
“I wish for my true love to find me.”
“I wish for my true love to find me.”
Skye
turned to the window and prayed this drink didn’t make her sick when
she caught a glimpse of a face looking at her. It was enough to cause
her to gasp quietly and take a step back. Those moss-green eyes seemed
to call to her, longing for something, and Skye had to wonder if she was
losing her mind. She looked away, thinking it was a figment of her
imagination, but the face still stared at her. Those chiseled cheeks and
full, round lips made her long to feel them over her own, and those
cheekbones would
give a model envy. Skye felt her body take notice, and her panties got
moist with her racing desire. Soon the face faded, though it felt like
time stopped and only Skye could see what was there. Shaking her head,
she said, “It was nothing. Just a figment of your imagination or a trick
with the light. He isn’t real at all.”
But why does my heart and mind tell me otherwise? Is he The One I’ve been searching for? Skye wondered as she got ready to leave for home.
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