Below follows an excerpt from Baylyn, Bewitched...the first book in the Whitfield Witch series.
The conversational tone he used
belied his words. “I couldn’t stay away.
I tried.
I turned off the radio so I wouldn’t be disturbed by songs that made me
think of you. I forced myself to work on
dry, boring contracts. I did sit
ups. I did pushups. But Baylyn…” He let go of the chair. “I couldn’t get you out of my head.”
He advanced toward her. “I kept hearing your voice. Your voice, saying my name.” He took another step, catlike, stalking her. “Over, and over, and over. Softly.
Declan. Declan.”
Her mouth went completely dry and
the thudding in her chest sped up to complement the roaring in her ears.
“As a matter of fact, I could feel
you, calling to me. Beckoning me. Drawing me here. Well, I listened, Baylyn. I’m here.
I had to come. What, exactly, do
you want with me?”
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