The Captive One [Tales of the Magician 1]

The Captive One [Tales of the Magician 1]

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by Melinda Barron
     
 

Plus-sized archaeologist Julia doesn't believe Noble could want a woman like her. He does but first he has to break down her walls. And rescue an Egyptian sex slave. With the help of his friend Derrick and a little ancient magic. [Publisher's Note: This book contains elements that may be offensive to some readers: menage and BDSM sexual practices.] See more details below

Overview

Plus-sized archaeologist Julia doesn't believe Noble could want a woman like her. He does but first he has to break down her walls. And rescue an Egyptian sex slave. With the help of his friend Derrick and a little ancient magic. [Publisher's Note: This book contains elements that may be offensive to some readers: menage and BDSM sexual practices.]

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781596323551
Publisher:
Loose Id, LLC
Publication date:
11/14/2006
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
564,765
File size:
0 MB

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"Watch your step," Nob said as he led Julia down the hall. He'd loved seeing the smile on her face when he'd mentioned the hieroglyphs. The minute he'd set eyes on the rooms he'd wanted to bring her down here, wanted to watch her face light up as she examined the walls. Wanted to watch her trace her hands along the walls. And if he could talk her into running those hands along his body, so much the better. His cock twitched at the thought.

He motioned her inside the chamber and then stood back to watch her reaction. He wasn't disappointed.

She ran to the wall and pushed her hat off her head, exposing the bun of long brown hair that had been hidden underneath. She placed her hands on her curvy hips and let her gaze roam over the walls. Then she put her fingers on the carvings and turned to Nob and laughed.

The smile on her beautiful face could light up the entire room. Nob felt himself harden further. Damn, she was beautiful. Not classically so, but Nob couldn't wait to get her in his arms. He wanted to see her green eyes flashing desire as he pumped into her. Wanted to see her full lips pursed as she moaned his name. He knew that she was uneasy about the fact that she wasn't rail thin, as society demanded these days, but Nob didn't care. She was curvy in all the right places and that was fine with him.

Nob grinned as she traced the glyphs with her fingers. God, how he wanted her to use those fingers on him. His now fully hard cock jumped as if to scream for her to stroke him. He would stroke her right back and then let his hands drop down to those luscious, full breasts. Her nipples would be rock hard and he would ... Nob shook his head. He'd screwed up once, onetime, and she hadn't forgiven him. And it wasn't as if he hadn't left her a message canceling the date and asking her to join him with the university reps that had come into town unexpectedly. But she hadn't bothered to show up. She'd just gotten pissed. And she was still pissed.

Every time she focused those beautiful eyes on him, he saw nothing but anger. If he could turn that anger back into the lust he used to see, things would be great. Maybe working in these rooms would be the first step.

"This room is as big as the main chamber," Nob said in an effort to refocus his thoughts. "The other room with glyphs is smaller. Both rooms have this table in the middle."

Jules was still running her fingers from side to side, reading the glyphs. A frown appeared on her face.

"I think that table may be an altar," she said, pulling her hand back and giving Nob a frightened look.

"Why do you think that?" He took a step toward her and prayed that in the darkness she wouldn't notice his hard cock begging to be released, begging to be inside her pussy.

"Because these glyphs were used to write out spells," she whispered as she shone her light around the walls. "Enchantments of dark magic. At least this one is. Its title is How to Kill the One You Hate. And if one is a curse, I'm sure they all are."

"Spells?" Nob walked to her and ran his fingers along the lines of markings. It was times like this he wished he'd paid more attention in language classes. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I think this may be a magician's house."

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