Dangerous Magic

Dangerous Magic

by Alix Rickloff

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781426896583
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication date: 07/15/2013
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 777,294
File size: 419 KB

About the Author

Alix Rickloff grew up with a family tree that included a knight who fought during the Wars of the Roses (his brass rubbing hangs in her dining room), and a soldier who sided with Charles I during the English Civil War (hence the family's hasty emigration to America). With ancestors like that, who wouldn't be inspired?

Alix turned this fascination with British history, along with her love of storytelling, to good use. She began writing, releasing her first historical paranormal in 2007. Her books have been described as "sexy and intense," "exciting and spellbinding" and "a universe you won't ever wish to leave."

You can visit her on the web at AlixRickloff.com.

Read an Excerpt

It was the banging that woke her. Not the dream, for once.

Gwenyth rose and padded across the floor; no need for a taper. She knew the cottage in daylight and darkness. Only an illness or a birth brought someone to her door at this hour. Her mind instantly began to run through a mental list of things she would need—salves of camphor and oil of cloves for wounds and cuts, burdock and mustard for poultices, lovage and chamomile for brewing teas.

The banging sounded again. "Gwenyth! For God's sake, woman, open up!"

A knot formed beneath her breast. It was Jago. Her brother's visit at this time of night boded ill. She drew back the bar, but before she could touch the latch, Jago flung the door open. He stood upon the threshold, eyes white within his blackened face.

Coal dust.

The knot became a stone.

"Gwenyth, for pity's sake, help us."


Jago drew back into the shadows. She waited as he spoke in a harsh whisper to someone just beyond her vision. A low murmur answered, the voice weak and threaded with pain.

A muffled curse, a quick indrawn hiss of breath and Jago reappeared, supporting a man. As they approached, the stranger looked up, and Gwenyth's suspicions blossomed into certainty. Jago bore Rafe Fleming upon his shoulder.

"Bring him in—quickly now," she said, peering out to sweep her gaze up and down the darkened street. No one stirred, though Gwenyth was sure that any neighbor knowing whom she sheltered would turn a blind eye. Too many benefited from Fleming and his illicit trade.

Jago half dragged, half carried Fleming into the cottage while Gwenyth hurried to light a lantern. "What happened?" she asked.

Sliding the glass down over the flame, she brought it to the table. Fleming slumped in the chair, a hand pressed against his side. Like Jago, he was dressed all in black. But unlike her brother in his homespun shirt and mud-spattered breeches, Rafe's clothes were of the finest wools and linens and obviously made by a professional tailor. Running against current fashion, he wore his dark hair overlong and lashed into a short queue. A gold earring glittered in one ear.

She knew the captain by sight, but had never had an occasion to study him so closely. From afar, he had seemed pleasing, with the roped and corded muscles of a man who earns his living on the sea. Sitting across from him, she revised her opinion. With his long cheekbones and a cleft chin carrying the shadow of a beard, he evoked darker, more forbidden images. And even at rest, he seemed coiled to spring, like a wild animal—or a man with a price on his head.

"Fleming's ship was set on by a revenue cutter off the coast," Jago explained. "They managed to fight the buggers off, but Fleming here was struck. He came ashore with one of the landing boats."

Gwenyth studied the captain of the Cormorant. He remained motionless, eyes closed in a pale, tight-lipped face. He breathed between his teeth in rapid pants as he clutched his side. But Gwenyth knew he listened closely to every word. He'd not lived so long and so well without being as canny a customer as ever plied the trade between Cornwall and the Continent.

She bent down, putting a hand out. "Come, Captain Fleming. Let me see your wound. From the looks of you, it must be hurting like the devil."

Fleming opened his eyes. Gray-green like the sea with a sweep of coal-black lashes, they raked her up and down with a weighing glance, lingering at the curves of her hips and breasts. "They say you're the best healer on this part of the coast."

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Dangerous Magic 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
kimba88 More than 1 year ago
It has been a while since I have stepped back in time with a romance set during the Regency Era. Dangerous Magic was the perfect book in which to reacquaint myself. This was a delightful romance, wrapped in suspense and fate. Our protagonist Gwenyth Killigrew is a healer, a seer; a witch. She decides never to marry, after dreaming of her loves tragic fate. She will only choose a man to sire the daughter she desires. Until Rafe Fleming, a smuggler, born from London's upper class enters her life. He carries a world of hurt and anger upon his chest. Rafe longs for revenge on those who betrayed him. He wishes for a wife he can trust and asks Gwenyth to use her sight to help him. Brought together by fate, the tale of Gwenyth and Rafe will leave you breathless. Gwenyth is a strong, beautiful woman who holds her head high and her fears too tightly. Rafe, while successful still feels the need to regain what he has lost. The tale Rickloff creates will capture you from the first few pages and hold you until the end. Dangerous Magic was a quick read for me, the words seamlessly flew from the pages. I highly recommend this delightful story. I want to thank netGalley and Carina Press for this ARC, in exchange for my unbiased review.