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Seduced by Magic

Seduced by Magic

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by Cheyenne McCray

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Copper Ashcroft is an accomplished D’Anu witch, but the magic she wields is a potent force—strong enough to hurl her into a mysterious Otherworld when a spell backfires. Before Copper can escape, another being is pulled into her realm—Tiernan, a powerfully virile Tuatha D’Danann warrior. Blond, blue-eyed, and shamelessly seductive, Tiernan


Copper Ashcroft is an accomplished D’Anu witch, but the magic she wields is a potent force—strong enough to hurl her into a mysterious Otherworld when a spell backfires. Before Copper can escape, another being is pulled into her realm—Tiernan, a powerfully virile Tuatha D’Danann warrior. Blond, blue-eyed, and shamelessly seductive, Tiernan could be Copper’s savior…and his touch sets her body on fire.

Like others of his kind, Tiernan stands alongside the D’Anu witches to battle the demons of the Underworld. Obligation to his cause and his people cautions against any entanglement with Copper, yet each second spent with this beautiful, uninhibited woman stirs an insatiable hunger. Desire explodes into carnal bliss, but the visions that haunt Copper’s dreams are growing stronger, and they foretell a terrifying evil waiting to be unleashed…

Saving the city will take more than brute strength…more than witchcraft. Only together can Copper and Tiernan find a way to overcome the dark forces—and seize a passion that has bewitched them both.

Editorial Reviews

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“A yummy hot fudge sundae of a book!” —Mary Janice Davidson, New York Times bestselling author, on Forbidden Magic

Forbidden Magic is Charmed meets Kim Harrison's witch series, but with a heavy dose of erotica on top!” —Lyndsay Sands, New York Times bestselling author

“Cheyenne McCray is my favorite new author!” —Bertrice Small, New York Times bestselling author

“Wildly erotic and dangerously sensual, this explosive paranormal thriller sizzles. McCray erupts on the scene with one of the sexiest stories of the year. Her darkly dramatic world is one readers won't mind visiting again…McCray knows how to make a reader sweat--either from spine-tingling suspense or soul-singeing sex…McCray cleverly combines present-day reality with mythological fantasy to create a world where beings of lore exist--and visit the earthly realm.” —RT BOOKclub Magazine on Forbidden Magic

“McCray's paranormal masterpiece is not for the fainthearted. The battle between good and evil is brought to the reader in vivid and riveting detail to the point where the reader is drawn into the pages of this bewitching and seductive fantasy that delivers plenty of action-packed sequences and arousing love scenes.” —Rendezvous on Forbidden Magic

Forbidden Magic is a spellbinding, sexy, superbly written, dark fantasy. I couldn't put it down, and you won't want to either…[a]fabulous plot…[Cheyenne McCray has an] incredible skill at keeping readers engaged in every moment of the action. Longtime fans and newbies alike will be enchanted and swept away by this enduring tale of courage, love, passion, and magic.” —A Romance Review

“If one were going to make a comparison to Cheyenne McCray with another writer of the supernatural/sensuality genre, it would have to be Laurell K. Hamilton…Forbidden Magic definitely puts McCray in the same league as Hamilton. The book is a very sexy work…Forbidden Magic is dark and filled with danger at almost every turn. Magic and mystery abound in San Francisco, with a major battle between the forces of good and evil, and the outcome is always in doubt when it comes to demons.” —Shelf Life

“This terrific romantic fantasy with police procedural elements grasps the audience from the moment that Silver meets Tuatha and Darkwolf and never slows down until the final twist of their triangle…fans will take great and immense pleasure with this strong thriller that both genres will treasure.” —Harriet's Book Reviews on Forbidden Magic

“Cheyenne McCray's FORBIDDEN MAGIC is an intoxicating blend of luscious eroticism and spine-tingling action that will have you squirming on the edge of your seat.” —Angela Knight, USA Today bestselling author

“Cheyenne McCray has written a sexy adventure spiced with adventurous sex.” —Charlaine Harris, New York Times bestselling author, on Forbidden Magic

“McCray does a remarkable job of blending the familiar and the fantastical, creating a rich paranormal world with sexy and engaging characters.” —Kelley Armstrong, New York Times bestselling author, on Forbidden Magic

“Erotic with a great big capitol E. Cheyenne McCray is my new favorite author!” —Bertrice Small, New York Times bestselling author, on Forbidden Magic

“FORBIDDEN MAGIC is a fabulous faery tale. The writing is sharp; the story hot!” —Virginia Henley, New York Times bestselling author

“Cheyenne McCray had crafted a novel that takes the imagination on an exciting flight. Full of fantasy, with a touch of darkness, a great read for anyone who loves to get lost in a book that stretches the boundaries!” —Heather Graham, New York Times bestselling author, on Forbidden Magic

“Not for the faint of heart! FORBIDDEN MAGIC is Charmed meets Kim Harrison's witch series but with a heavy dose of erotica on top!” —Lyndsay Sands, New York Times bestselling author

“McCray's magical tale will thrill and entrance you!” —Sabrina Jeffries, New York Times bestselling author, on Forbidden Magic

“Explosive, erotic, and un-put-downable. Cheyenne McCray more than delivers!” —L.A. Banks, bestselling author of The Vampire Huntress Legends series, on Forbidden Magic

“Magical mayhem, sexy shapeshifters, wondrous witches and warlocks…in FORBIDDEN MAGIC, Cheyenne McCray has created a fabulous new world. You won't be able to get enough!” —Lori Handeland, USA Today bestselling author

“Fans of dark paranormal fantasy will enjoy the fast-paced, spine-tingling twists and turns of Cheyenne McCray's FORBIDDEN MAGIC.” —Toni Blake, author of IN YOUR WILDEST DREAMS

“Cheyenne McCray's FORBIDDEN MAGIC is a rich mix of witches, demons, and fae in an epic tapestry full of conflict and desire.” —Robin Owens, author of Heart Choice

“Chock-full of emotion and action, Cheyenne McCray's Forbidden Magic will find a spot on the keeper shelf of every reader who enjoys a touch of the paranormal along with her erotic romance. I highly recommend it!” —Ann Jacobs, author of A Mutual Favor

“Cheyenne McCray has written a tempting, exciting novel rich in magic and pleasure.” —Lora Leigh, author of The Breed Next Door, on Forbidden Magic

“McCray's knowledge of Fae, Fomorii, elves and ancient Irish magics shines in this book of witches, warriors and dangerous desires.” —Linnea Sinclair, author of Gabriel's Ghost, on Forbidden Magic

“Cheyenne McCray delivers a scorching tale of modern witches and ancient Fae, a winner rich with lore, fantasy, gritty action, and heart-gripping romance.” —Annie Windsor, award-winning author of Sailmaster's Woman, on Forbidden Magic

“This modern day tale meets ancient world paranormal isn't just a book, it's an event. The elements all come together in this paranormal romance. You start reading for the story and end up reading for the characters. You're left at the edge of your seat needing more until the very last satisfying word. You won't be able to put it down once you start reading!” —Sheila English, CEO of Circle of Seven Productions, on Forbidden Magic

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St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
Magic Series
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First Edition
Product dimensions:
4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.10(d)

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Seduced by Magic

Chapter One 
San Francisco
Fifteen months prior
Copper Ashcroft moved through the fog-shrouded San Francisco night and shivered. Everything looked and felt exactly as it had in her dream-vision.
Rocks and twigs crunched beneath her running shoes as she made her way down the darkened trail to the sacred stretch of beach below, with only her wand light to illuminate the path. Tonight was a new moon and it was foggy as hell. But she knew her way and didn’t pause.
Her arms strained as she gripped the carved wooden chest bearing the tools of her witchcraft at the same time she carried her wand. Her breathing came easy. She was fit from regular exercise, playing softball, and toned from working out at the health club. She’d been a track star and a mean softball pitcher in high school, as well as being the lead pitcher on the California Bears team at UC Berkeley during her undergrad years.
Copper stumbled over a root and almost tumbled down the path. She grimaced and steadied herself. “Bless it,” she murmured. She’d known the root was there. “Too bad being fit and athletic doesn’t make me any less clumsy.”
Zephyr buzzed at her ear, but she ignored her honeybee familiar. She sensed Zeph’sunhappiness that she was attempting this moon ritual alone, but in Copper’s dream-vision she’d performed the ceremony with no one else around. For some reason the goddess wanted her to do this by herself.
She stepped from the dirt path onto sand when she reached the small portion of beach known only to the Coven of D’Anu witches to which she belonged. Her Coven was one of thirteen scattered across the United States. Many more Covens existed around the world, working to keep the cities they inhabited safe from dark magic. Descendents of the Ancient Druids, the D’Anu were powerful witches who used only white witchcraft.
Well, besides Copper and her sister, Silver. The sisters believed in utilizing gray magic to protect their world from the evils that preyed upon the innocent. If their father found out . . . they’d be in a world of trouble. Victor Ashcroft was high priest of the D’Anu Coven in Salem, Massachusetts, and he was a rather formidable man. Their mother, Moondust, was more an ethereal being, the calm in the storm. But she would agree with their father.
White witchcraft just wasn’t strong enough as far as Copper was concerned. She was somewhat of a rebel when it came to choosing between white and gray, and she had no fear of the gray or ever slipping to the black.
With white magic, their skills were limited. Several of the D’Anu could affect the weather but they didn’t dare tip the natural balance. Most could heal and work with animals, “talk through trees,” and make plants grow like crazy—even fast enough to help them bind an enemy. Useful, but . . . not strong enough.
Sand shifted beneath Copper’s jogging shoes as she heaved the chest higher in her arms and carried it across the small beach. Her jeans felt snug and comfortable and her cropped T-shirt allowed the coolness of the night to brush her flat belly. In the distance she could see a portion of the Golden Gate Bridge, its lights looping up and down in the darkness. A foghorn added to the eerie quality of the night, and despite the familiar sound, goose bumps prickled her skin and tiny hairs rose up on the back of her neck.
Copper remembered the old Grimoire she and Silver had used to learn gray magic. Mrs. Illes had given it to them before she passed on to Summerland, and Silver still had it. The ancient book looked harmless enough, but the spells inside—well . . . As Copper had found out when she tried to summon the tide and ended up almost flooding the city, gray magic had the potential to blow the natural order all to hell. Gray witchcraft could help a lot, but it could also cause indirect harm, like hurting a living creature or subverting a being’s natural will.
If anyone of the D’Anu suspected that Copper and Silver practiced gray magic, the pair of them would be kicked out of the Coven. Even using the craft to track down criminals just wasn’t allowed.
Besides, gray witchcraft carried heavy-duty risk to most witches, too. Many believed there was such a fine line between gray and black that gray witches could feel the incredible power that darkness offered. If a gray witch became too emotionally entangled—her own anger, want, need—her spells could lean close to the black. She could use her magic for personal gain and power instead of the general good.
Touching gray, Copper could sense the immeasurable and powerful flow and pull of dark magic. Yet Copper didn’t fear it. She embraced gray magic. She had no doubt she wouldn’t tip to the dark side no matter how deep her gray magic ran. Silver wasn’t so sure and wasn’t as strong a gray witch as Copper was.
A knot twisted Copper’s belly as she allowed a brief flash of why she believed so strongly in gray magic. A childhood friend, Trista, had been murdered when Copper was sixteen. If Copper had been a strong gray witch at that time, she knew with every fiber of her being that she could have saved Trista.
Copper shoved the thought and the threat of tears away. When she reached her favorite part of the shore, she bent and dropped the chest. It made a dull thud that was almost lost in the sound of waves crashing against the shore. The wind off the water carried smells of fish and salt.
As she settled on her knees before the chest, she caught another scent that made her pause. Her skin prickled again. “Wolfsbane?” she murmured.
She shook her head, her shoulder-length copper-colored hair swinging with the movement. Your imagination is on overdrive, girl.
Holding her wand tight in one hand, Copper fumbled with the catch on the trunk using her other, but finally managed to flip the rusted latch open. “I really need to get that oiled,” she muttered. It was one of those things that tended to be low on the priority list.
Hinges creaked as she opened the trunk lid and peered at the contents. Zephyr landed on the curve of her ear just as her wand slipped from her fingers and tumbled inside. She lost her focus and her wand light went out.
“For the Ancestors’ sake.” Her copper pentagram earrings swung against her neck as she rummaged around inside the chest until her fingers found her wand. She was never clumsy with her magic, but she tended to drop some things and knock over others.
The wand was made of copper and tipped with a round quartz crystal at one end and a pointed quartz crystal at the other. She gripped it tightly in her hand and frowned when the crystal did not immediately brighten again. She focused her magical energy on the wand. This time golden light glittered from the crystal and caused the pentagram on her thick copper bracelet to look as though it glowed against her wrist. She didn’t know what she’d do without her wand—her magic was powerful, but only with her wand. Her hand magic wasn’t so hot.
Copper mounted the wand in a corner slot of the trunk where it continued to spill its golden light across the sand, making the grains sparkle like Faerie dust.
She quickly stripped out of her clothing, tossing her T-shirt, bra, shoes, socks, jeans, and thong in a heap on the sand. Even though her witchcraft helped keep most of the coldness at bay, the chilly San Francisco wind whipped at her body, causing her nipples to tighten. She hurried to slip on a shimmering earth-colored robe she dug out of the chest and wrap it around her body.
Copper gathered her supplies, only dropping one candle and her incense burner as she strode a few feet away to where she would cast her circle. After she retrieved everything she needed, she placed each candle at the cardinal points—yellow for Air at the east, red for Fire at the south, blue for Water at the west, and green for Earth at the north.
She arranged her altar, careful not to spill her chalice as she filled it with purified water. As she reached for the cotton bag full of salt granules, her arm brushed the chalice, tipping it. Her heart raced as she dropped the bag to catch the cup before it could fall over and completely lose its contents. With a sigh of relief, she let go of her death grip on the cup and retrieved the cotton bag to pour salt to represent Earth into a small dish. Almost done. With her magic, she lit a black candle that represented both the new moon and Fire, and then she burned cinnamon incense for Air. Of course the filled chalice represented Water.
When Copper finished her preparations, she retrieved her glowing wand and returned to stand within the circle of candles. She took a deep breath. Everything she had just done was routine, yet it felt . . . different. It felt as her dream-vision had last night, and a sense of urgency filled her. Something wrong, terribly wrong, was going to happen in San Francisco—unless she found a way to stop it.
Copper prepared to cast her protective circle. “Goddess, I need your aid in learning as much as I can about the dangers I know the D’Anu will be facing.” I’ll inform Silver and the Coven about my dream-vision once I have more to tell.
She centered herself as she stared out at the ocean, breathing deeply and releasing all tension from her body. The wand was warm in her hand from the magic that filled it. The golden glow it cast looked like early morning sunlight sparkling upon the water’s less than calm surface. It was time to cast her circle and perform the moon ritual.
In the ritual she would ask the goddess for aid in whatever evils were coming their way, and to show her a vision of what they were about to face. Copper was not a seer, she could only dream-vision as her divination talent. But sometimes—well, rarely, but still—the goddess would show her visions when she performed a moon ritual.
Copper breathed deeply, allowing all the night smells to fill her. There was definitely a difference between night and day scents, as if the moon cast its own delicate perfume over the world, even when it was shrouded.
Zeph crawled along the top of her ear as she prepared to cast the circle. Already she felt his magic mingling with hers. But she also sensed distress coming from the familiar. “What’s wrong?” she asked, wishing he could speak aloud. But she could only feel his agitation, as if he were worried about something.
Refocusing her attention, she let the earth-brown robe slide down her shoulders and arms to land around her feet in a satiny mass, leaving her bare body to be buffeted by the wind. Sand trickled between her toes as she widened her stance to shoulder-width apart, leaving her bare sex to be stroked by the night breeze just as that same rush of air hardened her nipples. Her shoulder-length hair teased the nape of her neck and she shivered from the combined sensations.
Copper raised her wand to start casting her circle when a sensation of dark power trailed down her spine; Zeph grew frantic, his wings buzzing. The scent of wolfsbane was strong this time, so very strong.
A presence behind her.
Someone . . . someone watching her.
Zephyr gave a buzz of warning. Copper gripped her wand tighter. Should she quickly attempt to cast the circle to keep evil away from her, or should she face whatever was behind her?
She was certain she didn’t have time to close the circle. She whirled and raised her wand so that its light might blind whatever being had crept up on her, and to use the wand’s magic if need be.
Copper’s pulse began racing. Perhaps ten feet away from her stood a man. A breathtakingly handsome man with eyes as black as his hair, high cheekbones, and a cleft in his square chin.
Around his neck, on a thick chain, hung a stone eye that glittered in Copper’s wand light and glowed a deep red. The sight of it caused her stomach to churn before the red faded away.
What captured her attention the most was the controlled power emanating from the man. A power so intense and dark that Copper nearly recoiled. But she stood her ground. With a tilt of her chin, she narrowed her eyes and faced what she was certain to be a ruthless, incredibly powerful warlock.
“Leave,” Copper said, shoring up her magic at the same time. “This place is sacred. You don’t belong here.”
The warlock smiled, a smile as sensual as it was sinister. “Finally . . . a witch worthy of my time and my training.” He paused and brought his hand to the stone at his neck, the red glow returning and bleeding through his fingers. He gave a slow nod, as if in response to some communication from the eye. “Yes. There is another—you have a sister whose power is as great as yours, and she rides the line of gray magic just as you do. Only she is more . . . vulnerable.”
At the mention of her sister, a chill went through Copper and she straightened her spine. “Who are you?” She tried to ignore the bite of the wind as she stared the warlock down. This was the evil she had dream-visioned about. This was what . . . no, who she was to battle to save everything she loved.
She had to be rid of him before he destroyed what was good and pure. But how?
Zephyr gave an angry buzz and she sensed his desire to sting the man in front of her. “No,” she murmured. “Stay.”
The man raised his hand and beckoned to her. She felt the power of his touch on her naked body. It was as if his bare hand were stroking her, touching every intimate part of her. He took a step forward. “I am Darkwolf.”
“Well, Darkwolf,” she said as the glow intensified from the pointed end of her wand tip. “Stop right there or I’ll make you wish you’d stayed in the sewer you crawled out of.”
“I think not.” He moved closer and raised his hand so that his palm faced her.
She was certain she knew exactly what the goddess wanted her to do to keep them all safe. In a rush, Copper chanted.
Goddess give me power this night
Send the moon’s strength to help me fight.
Ancestors bless this wand and make it a sword
To send this evil to Otherworld!
Light blazed from Copper’s wand, so bright that it blinded even her. Power flooded her, power of the Ancestors, the goddess. But she needed more—the gray magic she held always at the ready.
She poured her gray magic into the spell with all that she had.
In the next moment something shimmered before her. Something alien. Something that couldn’t have been just from the warlock.
From the eye?
Her spell struck the magical shield that was so strong her witchcraft rebounded. The spell shot straight back at her. Before she had time to form a spellshield, her own magic slammed into her and flung her high, into the air . . .
She was falling . . . falling . . . falling . . .
Into sunlight. Into the breath of spring.
She landed facedown, her bare skin upon the softest grass she had ever felt. The rich scent of it and dark loam filled her senses, along with the perfume of rose petals. Vaguely she heard the sound of Zephyr buzzing and the faintest music . . . Faerie song.
She tried to raise her head, but the Faerie music grew ever fainter. Light faded. Darkness came and swept her away on swift wings.
Copyright © 2006 by Cheyenne McCray. All rights reserved.


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Meet the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cheyenne McCray writes the Night Tracker novels and the Armed and Dangerous series, among others. She grew up on a ranch in southeastern Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels—she wanted to create worlds that readers would get lost in, just as she had always gotten lost in her favorite books. "Growing up I read, read, and read," she says, "and grew up to write, write, write." She has three sons and two dogs. A true Arizona native, she loves the desert and all of the sunshine and beautiful sunsets that go along with it.

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Seduced by Magic 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Fae, witches, magic, sensuality, great characters and superb writing make Seduced by Magic a must read by Cheyenne McCray. As a long-time fan of this author, I always look forward to each of her releases and this one did not disappoint. The characters bring this story to life, the writing seduce a reader and we're swept away into out-of-this-world adventure. The plot is quick, an adrenaline rush, and the author keeps the reader enthralled. Though a stand alone title, it's a suggestion to readers to pick up a copy of Forbidden Magic, the prequel to Seduced by Magic. The series would read better together, though not mandatory, but reading them together, a reader gets double-McCray and better enjoyment. Charismatic and exciting characters, passion, exceptional world building and transfixing imagery, pick up Seduced by Magic ASAP. This reader, and continued fan, was disappointed, others shouldn't be either. Bravo once again, Ms. McCray.
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IMHO-Shari More than 1 year ago
Ok, so I've read some of this series (out of order) and I like the ideas and the plot. Some of the story lines are a little standard though. Someone is torn between duty and love and chooses love, etc, etc. The characters are cool, the plot is interesting mostly, but the sex scenes are all the same. And quite frankly, they seem to be something more like what a man would write. I wonder if Ms. McCray owns any Pugs or has been to the Netherlands? Anyway, the books are good if not redundant. Good for entertainment but not enthrallment.
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kitkat3ny More than 1 year ago
I recommend you read the previous book in this series Forbidden Magic, before undertaking this book. This story was bewitching and exciting. I was completely entertained, enchanted, entranced and intrigued. Cooper Ashcroft has been trapped in a magical shield in Otherworld for over a year. Slaving and toiling again and again over her spells trying to break the shield has been fruitless. Not only did her magic backfire on her and trap her but she also managed to trap the faerie queen aboveground with her, as well as the Drow King and his followers underground. Meanwhile on earth, Tiernan a Tuath D'Danann warrior has been assisting Silver and the rest of her grey magic coven in locating Darkwolf and Junga. Unbeknownst to himself, he has become attached to Cooper and just as frustrated as Silver over Coopers disappearance. Leaving for Otherworld to take care of some personal business, Tiernan manages to get sucked into Cooper's magic prison with her. Cooper knows she is feisty and smart and will eventually figure a way to free all trapped with her within the bubble. Nevertheless, Darkwolf has found another way to free Balor the god of death and sets out in executing his plan. Unfortunately for him and everyone else involved, Balor is not the only powerful being trapped in Underworld. Darkwolf's actions unleash a powerful being that auspiciously turns the tables on him. My favorite part of the book is how a new reality dawns on Darkwolf. I predict in the next installment we are going to see a whole knew submissive side to Darkwolf and I can't wait. I really hope Junga can break the hold Darkwolf has over her. She is a formidable opponent but her one flaw keeps her underfoot instead of on top. I really enjoyed this book. I particularly loved Cheyenne's description of Otherworld and the Drow King's kingdom. I categorize this as an "almost" hybrid between dark paranormal romance and dark urban fantasy. Like the previous book in the series; had there been less sex (regardless of how hot they all were) it would've been a hybrid. I highly recommend this series to dark urban fantasy readers who have a vast tolerance for lots of sex scenes and don't mind skipping them to stick with the plot. I also look forward to reading the next book in the series Wicked Magic.
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WhiteLioness More than 1 year ago
After reading Ms. McCrays short story in "No Rest for the Witches" I decided to try this series out. After researching them I realized that the short story was an extension to her Magic Series. I was pleasantly surprised when this series had much more eroticism to it than your average romance novel! As far as I can tell, so far there are 5 books to this series. And all the characters play a part in all the books. So it pays to read them in order. I'm really hoping for more to the series! These books are listed in Paranormal Romance...so if your looking for just paranormal this isn't for you, I suggest reading the reviews a bit closer before picking up the book. It's not just paranormal or just straight up erotica or plain old romance. For those who like erotic description and actual sex in their romance novels, and not just romance, as well as the paranormal, then this is for you. There are plenty of paranormal entities within the story line, such as witches, dryads, elves, faeries, demons, and magic. If you don't like erotic passages, then move on to another writer or perhaps try one of Ms. McCrays other romance novels. This series is a fantastic way to escape the realities of the day and have fun, a highly erotic read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I actually picked up the last installment of this series by accident, and really enjoyed it. I thought originally it was just going to be paranormal (anything from witches and demons to vampires and werewolves) with a little romance, and was pleasantly surprised it was erotic, too. Now I'm working backwards because all the characters play a part in all the books. This is one of a series of books - and they are listed in Paranormal Romance...so anyone who is shocked that there is sex in the book - well, it seems that maybe they didn't read the description of the book. It's erotic romance blended with yummy things like witches, elves, demons, and magic. It's not just paranormal or just straight up erotica or simply romance. For those who like erotic description and actual sex in their romance novels (instead of just romance) as well as the paranormal, then this is for you. If you don't like erotic passages, then pass it over. It's a great way to escape and a fun, erotic read. Take it for that and don't look for a Pulitzer, and you'll be fine.