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Personal
Gain, May 2008
Ellora’s Cave
ISBN:
978-1419916021
Genre: Paranormal
Format: e-Book
Zina Matthews is too busy
running her busy to find her sexual release the old
fashioned way. So, without a care for the consequences of
personal gain, she resorts to witchcraft, transforming a
find true love spell to a find hot sex spell! But she gets
so much more than she bargained for. |
Paolo Citriana has been
captive to Aphrodite for way too long. When he’s summoned by a
witch’s spell he thinks this might be the woman to set him free!
However, convincing Zina that he’s the man of her dreams regardless
of their age difference becomes a greater challenge than fighting
the reputed love goddess.
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Excerpt
“To hell with personal
gain,” Zina murmured then tossed in the last of the ingredients
for her spell. She dismissed the voice of her conscience
reminding her that casting a spell for personal game could end
with dire consequences.
She smiled to herself as she looked down at Zeus—named for her
family’s fascination with Greek mythology—her eight inch long,
brown dildo with balls and vac-u-loc attachment lying solemnly
in the cauldron. She’d never used the attachment since her time
with Zeus was a solitary experience, but she loved him just the
same and knew without a doubt that to achieve the best results
she needed Zeus there. Never had a real, living, breathing man
brought her the satisfaction that her loyal Zeus did.
And so he was perfect for the spell.
It was the first Friday after the new moon, just like the
SpellBinder dictated.
The fact that she was actually re-writing the Find True Love
spell didn’t matter.
Zina did not desire true love. She desired a hot, hard fuck,
nothing more and definitely nothing less.
It had been twelve long months since she’d had sex, twenty-four
if she were counting good sex.
Being the CEO of a major communications firm was a demanding
position to say the least. She barely had enough time to eat and
exercise let alone find the perfect sex partner. Perfect
meaning, he had to be packing a huge cock and actually know how
to use it. He also needed to know all her pleasure spots without
her having to provide him with a manual. And he had to be there
when she wanted him, whenever she wanted him.
It was a tall order, she knew, and that’s why she’d resorted to
the SpellBinder.
Zina’s Wiccan powers came from her maternal great-grandmother,
Valaria Hemingway, and had been passed lovingly from one
generation to the next, the powers growing stronger with each
new witch.
For the first sixteen years of her life Zina had despised the
power. It was when she was able to cast Lila Lincoln into a
blabbering idiot the morning after she’d won the election for
class president that Zina had gained a new respect for the
craft. Lila had been gloating all around the school, even though
everybody knew she’d only won because her father had sponsored
that huge pool party at their mansion the weekend before. Zina
felt some form of punishment was due and the craft had come in
handy.
Now, thirty years later, she was at the top of her game in the
communications field and one of the strongest Hemingway witches
to ever grace the earth.
An hour ago, after she’d worked twelve long hours then finally
arrived at her condo and quickly ate the small salad she’d
forgotten to eat at lunch time, Zina had taken a long, luxurious
bath. It was the first part of the ritual.
She’d written the spell a week ago and had to pencil in the date
and time that she would actually use it so she wouldn’t forget.
While in the bath she’d meditated, re-reading the spell over and
over in her mind for clarity.
Now she stood in her living room with all the lights turned out.
After lighting the rose incense she lit the first of her
candles. The Find True Love spell called for pink candles, for
love, affection and romance. Zina used red instead, for energy,
strength and sexual potency.
The next step was to visualize her need. And oh boy did she
need. Her pussy already pulsated in anticipation, her nipples
hardening against the cool air. It was December in New York and
she was walking through her condo naked.
But with each thought she grew hotter, needier.
As her fingers stroked the candle her need blossomed filling her
mind and every recess of her body with one insatiable thought.
She wanted to be fucked, hard, fast, now. Her mind continued
with that thought until the first candle had burned down
completely.
This brought on the next phase of the spell, the part where she
thought of the physical characteristics of her mate. Zina prided
herself on being a decisive woman, a liberated and sexually
uninhibited woman. So her desire was specific, tall, more than
six feet since she was five feet eight inches without heels.
Built, she loved to feel hard muscles on a man, the strength he
exuded could always make her cream. His arms especially needed
to be well toned, bulging with the power to hold her in the air
as he fucked her brains out. His face, well, she was a fan of
chiseled features and preferred a lighter brown complexion,
something similar to her own caramel toned skin. Smoldering eyes
were another thing that made her wet. Her body shivered now just
thinking about it. And finally, she thought as she remembered
putting Zeus in the cauldron sitting on the base of the
makeshift altar in front of her, eight or more inches of long,
thick, glorious cock.
Her mouth watered and she quickly licked her lips. With her
visualization clear
Zina placed the rose quartz between two red candles at opposite
ends of the altar. Then she encircled the candle holders with
nine rose buds before dropping the remaining buds into the
cauldron with Zeus. She lit the two red candles on the altar and
lifted one of the rose buds into her hand thinking of the
glorious sex and ultimate orgasm she would soon receive.
The candles burned and Zina continued to visualize her eventual
pleasure.
Her knees began to wobble as her essence dripped down her
thighs. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, her body so taut
with need she felt like a statue.
She’d lost track of time with the images in her head so intense,
so stimulating.
So when a cold gust of wind whipped through the room she was
caught off guard and knocked to the floor. Looking around first
to make sure she hadn’t overturned her altar and thus started a
fire, she was calmed when she realized the candles had already
burned out.
She was attempting to get up, her legs spread wide, her arms
bracing her on the carpeted floor when she heard the deep voice.
“Sexy e bello.”
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