Good and evil, love and lust. Add magic to the mix and watch the sparks fly.
Star Lite exercises her emerging magical talents to search for Adam, the seductive stranger who captivated her heart during an extraordinary adventure. Her every sense tells her they are meant to be together, yet he has disappeared. Certain he's in danger, she tracks him down and they meet in Las Vegas, where emotions flare and flames ignite.
But Adam must complete a mysterious mission and sends her away. She uses the time waiting for Adam to study with Tristan, a passionate magician with secrets of his own. As Star's powers are unlocked, she questions the rulings of the authoritarians who control magic.
Against Tristan and Adam's warnings, a premonition moves her to go back to Vegas. There, a new facet of her power puts her life in peril. For protection, Tristan, Adam and Star engage in a sizzling ménage ritual. Join Star as she opens her heart and soul to love, and continues her journey into the magic.
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Her interests include dancing, hula-hooping, drumming, and creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play, have fun, and indulge in the pursuit of passion whenever possible. She hopes you enjoy her stories and would love to hear from you at firstname.lastname@example.org . Visit her website at naomibellina.com
Her motto: Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!
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The woman lay panting, sweat glistening on her skin, the sun highlighting the pink streaks she'd painted in her pubic hair. He observed the slightly reddened places on her body where he'd bitten her, and he smiled. Damn, he loved pale, ivory skin. His marks showed so well. She had small breasts, but her nipples were large and formed deliciously taut, hard peaks, which now stood rigid, captured in a pair of his favourite clamps. Not too tight, just enough to apply a bit of pressure.
Those peaks were what had initially caught his attention about this woman. He'd seen her at the club, wearing a dress that plunged almost to her navel. A gold chain ran from one breast to the other, with a sparkling charm dangling from the centre. Intrigued, he'd asked her about this curious piece of jewellery. She'd told him it was a set of non-piercing nipple rings and asked if he'd like to see it. He had.
Now they were back at her home, those fabulous nipples his to enjoy. Since she was blindfolded, he could perform a little magic, quietly speaking a new spell he was testing. To his delight, it appeared to work. She writhed on the bed, thrusting her pelvis up.
"Baby, I'm hot, really, really hot. Stick your cock in me, or your fingers, or something. Damn!"
She was tied up, her wrists bound with a scarf to the bedpost. He didn't doubt that if her hands were free, she would be touching herself right now. He stood at the side of the bed and ran his hands over her body, tugging on the nipple clamps. He folded a pillow in half and shoved it under her ass, then placed his hand on her pussy, palm covering her mons. He stroked the hair, pulling it lightly. He enjoyed watching a woman undress, to see if she kept her bush intact, or shaved it. He had no particular preference — they all looked lovely to him. Pink hair was something different — he hoped it wouldn't rub off on his skin.
As he parted her outer lips, he touched her glistening clit, ever so lightly. It stood as pointy as her nipples, pink and glistening. Running his index finger between her inner folds, he wet the digit with her juices and rubbed her clit, increasing the pressure only minimally.
She whimpered her frustration.
"Come on, I'm ready! Grab a condom from the table there and fuck me. What are you waiting for?"
He stroked his cock with his other hand. Part of the fun of these experiments was to test his own stamina and see how long he could keep himself in a state of arousal. Slowly, slowly, he inserted one finger, murmuring the incantation again. Yes, definitely hotter. How glorious it would feel when he plunged inside her! With one more recitation, the temperature increased again. Sweat rolled off her body, drenching the sheets. He could smell her musky scent mixed with her perfume, something flowery, not really to his liking. He much preferred the natural smell of arousal.
Unable to resist any longer, he bent down and licked her, sticking his tongue deep inside.
"Sweet mother of ... Fuck me right now!"
He slid a condom on his cock, then thrust it in, moaning as her heat enveloped him. He held this position, enjoying the energy of their two bodies connecting.
She howled and bucked, straining against the silk scarves. There may be marks there too, he thought fleetingly. Then her cunt clamped down on his cock and his sole focus was diverted to that spot and the superb feeling of wet, hot woman. He moved, long slow strokes to start, increasing the tempo in time with the pounding of her hips.
He ran his thumb over her nub, harder this time. She came with a loud moan and wrapped her legs around his body, her hands gripping the slats of the headboard. He stopped his movements for a moment, wanting to intensify the heat, but lust overcame him and he held her thighs and thrust till he yelled his own release.
Side by side, they lay in silence, the woman smoking a cigarette and blowing lazy smoke rings.
"Wow, that was awesome, baby. I was on fire. I've never been that hot before. Did you do something to me?"
He smiled and stroked her cheek.
"I simply unleashed the flame you have deep inside."
"You're going to have to teach me how you do that."
"I think that can be arranged. I enjoy teaching."
* * *
"See? I told you that snow cone machine is fun! Did you try the tutti-frutti flavour yet?" Betty called from the kitchen.
Star wiped the gooey syrup from her cheek and cursed quietly, then pinched herself, a trick she'd begun using to try to curb her swearing. So far, the only result was several small bruises on her arm. Wondering once again how she'd let herself get talked into doing so much work for these silly parties, she took another sip of the pink beverage. It still tasted like crap.
Some people loved to entertain in their homes, her cousin included. Star did not. As far as she was concerned, restaurants were made for serving food, and houses were for sleeping and storing personal belongings. She could find no reason to cook and scrub madly, invite a bunch of people over, then have to clean up after they'd left.
Swatting away another fly, Star added that to the many reasons one should never eat outdoors. Bugs, sweat-drenching heat, and a neighbour's lawnmower blasting away like a machine gun were all good reasons to stay inside.
"I've tried all the flavours, Betty. They pretty much taste the same — nasty, sweet sugar water. I think I've got the hang of this machine now. Are we about done here?" Star wandered into the kitchen, then over to the sink, and ran water over her sticky hands. She grabbed a dish towel and mopped her cheek.
Betty tsk-tsked, snatched the towel away and handed her a napkin.
"I suppose we could stop for the day. You will come back tomorrow, won't you? We haven't got much time till the party."
Thinking about her upcoming plans, Star crossed her fingers behind her back. She didn't enjoy lying to sweet Betty, but she had urgent matters to take care of, and the party preparations would have to wait. Besides, Betty was so organised she would have no problem finishing all the work herself. Star suspected her cousin had only asked her to help because she enjoyed the company and felt Star needed something productive to do on her summer break from teaching school. Normally, that might have been true, but not this year. This year, Star had a mission, which had already taken up most of this first week of June.
Tracking down Adam had proved more difficult and time-consuming than she'd thought. When she'd finally located her mysterious lover in Las Vegas, she'd immediately bought a plane ticket and packed. She feared he was moving around the country, possibly even overseas, and he was not going to get away before she'd had a chance to talk to him. Though common sense told her to call him, intuition told her he would leave if he knew she'd found him. The element of surprise would be to her advantage.
"I have some things to take care of. I'll be back as soon as I can." Star uncrossed her fingers, hugged her cousin, then made her escape. She would just have time to finish a few last-minute details before heading to the airport. It was vital to have plenty of reading material on her electronic reader and songs on her MP3 player to maintain her sanity on any trip, let alone this long flight from Florida to Las Vegas.
Star cursed Adam for putting her through this hell, and thought again of the many ways she could punish him. She was not crazy about flying, and dealing with airport security was even worse. Those long, slow-moving lines where she was stuck, packed in close to fellow travellers who were disrespectful of her personal space, drove her crazy. The smell of stinky feet when shoes were removed was the worst. Didn't people know they would be stripping down to socks and bare feet? Couldn't they wash themselves and wear something clean?
The thought of the horror she was about to endure caused sweat to form in her armpits, which reminded her to stop at the drugstore for deodorant. Adam would pay for this torture he didn't even know he was inflicting on her.
The enigmatic Adam. They'd met only a week ago, when she'd been transported to another planet and used as an accessory at a mad king's party. Though still dazed and doubting her sanity, Star knew she needed to find and warn Adam that Zander, the powerful wizard, was after him.
Her other motive for this trip was personal. She had to determine if the delicious glow that enveloped her soul was love or just a by-product of the magic and adventure they'd shared. She'd been in love before, or so she thought, and had nearly made it to the altar. After finding her almost-husband and best friend in a hot embrace on her wedding day, she'd vowed to be more careful with her heart in the future.
It had taken all her research skills and tapping into her newly learned magic, numerous times, to locate his whereabouts. He hadn't lied about being an insurance agent in Missouri, only about his last name. When she'd finally found his agency, the assistant who'd answered the phone had told Star that he'd taken indefinite leave. Something about family business that required his attention. The assistant hadn't sounded particularly upset and had assured Star that she or one of the other agents in the office could handle all Star's insurance needs. It appeared that Adam had his business successfully on track.
More digging online and delving into the psychic connection they shared had revealed his exact location. During one of her meditations, she'd clearly seen a picture of Adam signing a receipt with his full name, or whatever name he was using, and the word 'Bellagio' at the top of the paper, and when she'd called the hotel and asked to be connected to his room, the call had gone through. She'd hung up before he'd answered, worried he might suspect someone knew his whereabouts, and also afraid she would either scream in his ear as soon as she heard his voice or melt with the desire to touch him again. Though not entirely certain he was there, she had enough clues to justify the trip.
Of course he would be staying at a luxury resort! If he had money to burn, Las Vegas was the place to do it, and, apparently, he had no desire for company. The only thing she'd heard from him since her return was a note included in a bouquet of flowers, assuring her they would be together 'when the time was right', and a text message, which she kept on her phone and read frequently.
Star, I want you to contact a woman named Treva, a magician friend of mine who lives near you. She will teach you the basics of how to use your power. She's a bit peculiar but a good soul and an excellent instructor. Please do this. You need to practise and master your skills. When I take care of my current situation, I will contact you.
Her return texts to him had gone unanswered. He'd included a phone number for Treva, and a tender yet brief goodbye. Star knew he wanted to put distance between them so he could concentrate on his mysterious 'situation', but she longed to hear his voice. She had yet to make the call to Treva, using her time instead to locate Adam.
Though she'd tried to convince herself that Zander was wrong, that Adam hadn't stolen the king's bracelet, it now appeared that the wizard was correct. Her heart clenched when she faced this cold hard fact. Adam was a thief, and, worse, a liar. She could excuse him for fibbing about his name, his phone number and email, and even for leaving out an important chunk of his life story. After all, he wasn't obligated to share any of that with her.
What she couldn't forgive was him stealing a piece of her heart. When she thought of the tender sweet-nothings they had whispered to each other after making love, the look in his eyes when they'd said goodbye, she ached with sorrow. She felt they had a special connection, and he did mean to see her again, but he certainly wasn't acting as though he wanted her in his life.
The pain she felt from the humiliation of last year's debacle returned, and a knot formed in her stomach. Did she really want to open herself up again for the potential agony that love brought? Her life was fine without someone to add complication and aggravation to it. She recalled those months of pain, the crushing weight of sadness she'd experienced at the betrayal of someone who had professed to love her.
Heartache turned to hot anger, combined with fear. She also recalled the look in Zander's eyes when he'd threatened to find Adam and the bracelet. If she had been able to locate him with her newly discovered, frail magic, she had no doubt that the mighty wizard could do the same with his power. The sooner she found Adam and let him know Zander was after him, the better. Adam had promised to come to her, but Star refused to sit by idly and wait for him to decide when. She would find him, deliver her warning, then, well, they would see what happened after that.
* * *
As the aeroplane approached the runway in Vegas, Star closed her eyes and rubbed the carnelian stone she'd picked up at her local New Age store. The woman who'd sold it to her had assured Star it would help her concentrate, as well as offer protection. She had been trying to pinpoint Adam's exact position ever since she'd left Florida and hoped the closer she physically got to him, the better the connection would be. A twinge ran along her spine, and, just as a picture formed in her mind, she felt a touch on her arm.
"Are you scared, deary?" the little lady next to Star enquired, breaking her concentration. "You're doing the best thing. It's good to pray before you go to Vegas."
Star realised she must have been moving her lips during her reverie as she'd chanted the refrain she'd come up with —'where is Adam, show me Adam, you can't hide from me'. She found that during her meditation, reciting a few words helped her focus.
"I always pray, and I've got my good luck charms with me too." The woman jingled a bracelet loaded with four-leaf clovers, horseshoes and number sevens. Then she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a rabbit's foot.
"This is my extra special charm. I got it from a voodoo priestess years ago. She blessed it for me and everything. It never leaves my side." The woman leaned into Star. "Want to hear my tips for how to shoot craps? I win every time!"
Star groaned inwardly. This is what happened when she took out her ear buds and put down her ereader. Someone inevitably started a conversation, usually one she didn't feel any desire to join in. The last thing she wanted right now was gambling advice from the Crazy Vegas Lady.
"No thanks, I'm not here to gamble, I'm visiting a relative. A sick relative. Really sick. He's got some awful disease. It makes him poop a lot."
Her seatmate's cheerful look turned to a strained smile.
"Sorry to hear that, honey. Hope he gets better." Shuffling across her seat, the woman busied herself digging in her giant purse.
Star hid a grin. It worked every time. No one wanted to hear about the bowel functions of an ill relative. She asked forgiveness for her little white lie, gave herself a pinch for extra penance, and fastened her seatbelt as the light blinked on. Further searching for Adam would have to wait till she found a quieter location.CHAPTER 2
Flying from the east coast to the west was an all-day, gruelling event, and, as she dragged her suitcase across the marble floor of the hotel entrance, Star sighed in relief to see the check-in line was short. She'd picked this particular hotel because the rates were reasonable and it was in the centre of the Strip, as Las Vegas Boulevard was called. It would have been nice to get a room at the Bellagio, but her budget couldn't afford luxury accommodations. She'd had to dig into her savings to purchase this trip as it was, though she fully intended to recoup all the money, plus extra for her pain and suffering, from Adam. She was doing her best to help him, after all, and she was sure he really wanted to see her, despite his silence. He might even be purchasing a few spa services for her, she decided, scanning the amenities menu.
Her shoulders dropped a notch as she looked around the sumptuous lobby. The hotel was beautiful. Every detail, from the fresh flowers on the desk to the pleasant, piped-in music, encouraged fun and relaxation. Perhaps, once she'd located Adam and ascertained all was well, they could have a bit of pleasure. She'd allowed herself three full days here, deciding that this visit would constitute the travel portion of her summer vacation.
Once in her room, Star took a few minutes to freshen up, and was about to dash out of the door and head for the Bellagio, but she paused for a moment to consider her next step. Instead of following her usual impulse to leap into action, a well-devised plan would work better. She didn't even know which room Adam was in, and knew the front desk personnel at his luxury hotel would not reveal that information, no matter how sweetly she asked.
During her psychic search for her quarry, she'd learned that she could find him the fastest when she stilled her mind and focused. The pictures and images she saw weren't perfect, but she was able to view enough to give her a basic idea. After playing with the magic a bit, she understood why all the alleged psychics weren't rich. When she used her power, a full-screen Technicolor image didn't pop up, only tantalising bits and pieces.(Continues…)
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