Excerpt four from Cat, Charmed!

We have gotten really great feedback from people for putting out little samples of our book.  Those wanting more, here's your wish!  From Cat, Charmed, available on Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords.  If you're looking for something whimsical and magical to read this weekend, or at work when no one's looking, here's the story for you!

I want Halloween stockings like Cat has!

Cat assembled everything for the spell.  The love spell, her inner witch whispered.  A love spell to find not only Mr. Right or even Mr. Right Now, but Mr. Right Now and Forever.  She had taken notes on how to do it if the need should arise; she took notes on everything she was supposed to in order to make her own grimoire.  However, while taking these notes in particular, she was just a little more scrupulous and wrote them down very, very carefully.  Just in case.

Are you sure you want to do this?  She took a couple of deep breaths to calm her nerves and shaking hands. 

The list of things she needed wasn’t long…a foot tall white candle, which she was supposed to mold into the shape of a man.  The legs she figured out pretty well, the arms looked a little stumpy, like brontosaurus arms.  Should I make those bigger?  Does the size of the arms on the candle relate to the size of the arms on the man?  Did the same go for all the parts of the body…everywhere?

Cat, Charmed...third excerpt

Be ready for this one.  It might fog up your computer screen just a little bit.

naughty Cat.

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Seduce him.  This would be new for her.

As she leaned forward now, holding his hand on her cheek, she used her other hand to slowly unbutton her white blouse.  Closer, closer still his mouth came to hers, until she could feel the warm current of breath on her lips.  She gave him one last, lazy smile before leaning to settle her mouth on his.  She closed her eyes.

And was lost.

At the touch of his strong lips moving gently on hers, she could feel the shift of power from being the seducer to being the one seduced and felt a brief frisson of nervousness that was quickly snuffed out when his lips found her ear, then her neck, and suddenly her unbuttoned shirt was sliding off one shoulder then the other and then she was in just her camisole and skirt on the bed before him. 

The light from the nightstand was dim and that was just fine with her.  She could barely form a thought as she became a puddle of feelings.  Her hands came up to cradle his head to her neck as he pulled down one strap of her cami, nibbling every inch of her skin as he went.  She felt around him for the bottom of his shirt, desperately lifting and pulling until he took hold and pulled it over his head, barely leaving her for a moment.

Both of her cami straps were down now.  He was shirtless.   He slid his hands up her arms to cup her face and kissed her hard.  She was melting, melting with the intense feelings, and they were both completely out of breath.  He suddenly pulled away.

“Are you sure about this?   Are you sure you’re ready to…?  Because woman, the things I’m going to do to you…”

Second excerpt from Cat, Charmed

So, sure, anyone could put out the prologue of their book as a teaser.  We did, after all.

But what about those authors who live on the edge?  Who think, nay KNOW, that they could pull material from the MIDDLE of their novel to tease prospective readers' palates?  Especially those of you who enjoy snappy, witty dialogue with a magical, mystical twist.  Well, fasten your seatbelts.



Our jaws hurt from all that smiling.  It's just not natural.

Here's the excerpt de jour from two up and coming authors:  (us, silly.)

She rolled over onto her back and held the phone up above her face with two hands.  Want to see you?  A warm frizzle of excitement ran through her.  That sounded promising.  She rolled back over and texted back.

Cat:  I’m home now.

His response came almost immediately.

Devin:  What you doing?

Cat:  Waiting for you to want to see me.

There was a pause, probably only a minute or so, where Cat wished there was a recall button.  Why would she say something like that?  What kind of girl was she turning into?

Devin:  Oh, I want to see you.  All of you.

Her insides felt as if she had swigged liquor, warm pooling in places newly awakened.  Her phone pinged another message.

Devin:  What are you wearing?

She looked down at her comfies and typed.

Cat:  Silk pajamas, matching undies.  Just took a hot bath.

Devin:  What color?

Cat:  What color do you wish they were?

Devin:  You’re killing me.  I can only imagine how soft they feel.

Cat:  Come on over and feel it yourself.

Devin:  I’ve been in your driveway.  Open the door.

Cat sat straight up.  Her hair pins had started falling out as she had rolled around on the bed.  Her yoga pants had crept up; her thick socks had pulled down, making her feet look twenty inches long.  She heard his soft knock on the door.

Oh, crap.

Silk pajamas?  Not even close.  This is what happened to dishonest people, she thought, as she ran into the bathroom, yanking the blackhead strips from her nose, wincing in pain.  She grabbed her robe, cupped her hand and smelled her breath.

Oh, yes, so sexy, she thought, running downstairs.  She hoped Devin could take a joke. 

She ran back into the bedroom, slipping a bit on the wood floor, grabbed her phone and started down the stairs.  Should she tell him she wasn’t ready?  Take some time to look a little more, well, presentable?

She could hear his gentle knock and texted.

Cat:  Costume change.  Be there in a moment.

Costume change?  Ugh.  For someone who liked to be in control of things, this did not feel like control. At all.  A hair pin tinked as it fell onto the floor.

Standing in front of her door, she looked down at herself.  Well, at least the hot bath was true.  Putting her hand on the doorknob, she began to turn it.  Then stopped.

Magic.

Laughing, she closed her eyes, imagined what she wanted to look like and focused.

 

 

Want to read more?  Of course you do.  What did she change into?  What was she wearing when she finally opened the door for Devin? 

 

Cat, Charmed, is available on Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.

 

You know you want to. 

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Excerpt from Cat, Charmed

“What do women see in him?  Why the big fuss over him?  Geez.”  Cat Hendricks leaned back from peeking at Devin Hughes sitting further down the bench seat next to his brother.  She took a sip of her hot cocoa and shivered, pulling the stadium blanket a little higher up on her lap.  It had been a beautiful and sunny day in Whitfield, with a November snap in the air.  She pulled her cap down a little further over her ears, and then waved a hand over her cocoa, spelling it with delicious peppermint schnapps. 

The thought of spending one more night at home watching HGTV was so unappealing that when her best friend Baylyn Travers asked if she wanted to accompany her and her boyfriend Declan Hughes to the Whitfield High School senior football game, she accepted immediately.  Anything to get out of the house for a while.

Although she didn’t especially like football, the thought of spending some time around people out in the fresh air beat out staying at home.  However, she had no idea that Declan’s gorgeous brother Devin would be there.  Sitting three people down from her.  Gah.

Two very attractive women sitting directly in front of and below them had been giggling and whispering to each other, then not so subtly pointing to Devin.  Cat watched as one winked right at him.  Cat rolled her eyes and nudged Bay.

“Gag.  Is it like this all the time?  Women throwing themselves at his feet?”

Baylyn took her friend’s mug and topped it off with hot cocoa from the thermos and whispered back to her.  “You mean Devin?  Cat, he’s really not that bad.  So he’s dated a lot of women.  That doesn’t make him…”

“A playboy?  Yes, it does.”

“It’s just what some people say about him.  Once you get to know him he’s a really nice guy.”  Bay got a speculative gleam in her eye.  “Maybe you should get to know him a little bit better.”

Cat’s jaw dropped open.  “Are you kidding me?  Him?  He’s not my type at all.  You know that.  He’s the one who told me…”

“…to get the stick out of your ass and loosen up.  Yes, I know.  You’ve told me the story a thousand times.  Methinks the lady doth protest too much.  I bet you secretly have a crush on him.”  Bay oofed as Cat elbowed her.  “Cat, seriously.  He’s employed, he’s good looking, and he’s funny.”

“Not a chance.  He’s an unrefined caveman.”

Despite all her protestations, Cat couldn’t deny that he was a good looking caveman.  A charming one.  Probably the nicest looking caveman she’d seen. 

And as long as she was admitting things, she sort of, kind of, had maybe hoped Devin Hughes would be at the game tonight too.