Playing the Witch’s Game Synopsis:
Pleiades witch Jennifer Marcos is certain that the host of
Extreme Survivor is her soulmate. All she has to do is find a fake boyfriend,
get on the show, and voila! She'll have her destiny. Unfortunately, she has to
rely on ex-Russian spy Nikolai Jovec's six-foot-something of gorgeous,
infuriating hotness. To make matters worse, the electric attraction between Jen
and Nikolai is hotter than ever. But the only way Nikolai can protect Jen is by
hiding the identity of her true Destined...him.
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Excerpt:
Her fake boyfriend was hitting on this waif right in front of her? Jen grabbed Nikolai’s hand and yanked him into the changing room. “What was that?” she demanded. “Did you do some sort of magical mojo on her? And then did you actually proposition her in front of me?”
He chuckled. “I do believe Brunette Barbie is jealous.”
“Call me that once more and I’ll knee you in the balls. Then we’ll see who’s calling who Barbie.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against the wall. “I like this feisty side to you.”
“Is that for me or for the swizzle stick?” She bumped her pelvis into his erection, eliciting a grunt from him.
He grinned. “She wasn’t my type. I go for gutsy little Barbies with a few curves.”
“No one’s watching. You don’t need to act like you’re into me here.”
He rotated his pelvis. “Angel, I can’t fake this. I’ve always been into you. Just like you’re into me.”
Startled by her body’s surge of oh yeah, she threw sarcasm his way. “You are so full of yourself. Be honest with me. Did you do something out there to her?”
He stared at her lips for several silent seconds as if waging an internal debate. Do it, she pleaded silently. Kiss me.
Finally, he said, “We’ve all got skills. Let’s change.” He stepped away from her.
“Maybe we need to review your skill set before we do this thing.” She put her hands on her hips, readying for a new argument.
He chuckled. “I do believe Brunette Barbie is jealous.”
“Call me that once more and I’ll knee you in the balls. Then we’ll see who’s calling who Barbie.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against the wall. “I like this feisty side to you.”
“Is that for me or for the swizzle stick?” She bumped her pelvis into his erection, eliciting a grunt from him.
He grinned. “She wasn’t my type. I go for gutsy little Barbies with a few curves.”
“No one’s watching. You don’t need to act like you’re into me here.”
He rotated his pelvis. “Angel, I can’t fake this. I’ve always been into you. Just like you’re into me.”
Startled by her body’s surge of oh yeah, she threw sarcasm his way. “You are so full of yourself. Be honest with me. Did you do something out there to her?”
He stared at her lips for several silent seconds as if waging an internal debate. Do it, she pleaded silently. Kiss me.
Finally, he said, “We’ve all got skills. Let’s change.” He stepped away from her.
“Maybe we need to review your skill set before we do this thing.” She put her hands on her hips, readying for a new argument.
Zoe Forward Bio:
Zoe Forward is a hopeless romantic who can’t decide between
paranormal and contemporary romance. So, she writes both. In addition to being
a mom to one rambunctious kindergartener and wife to a conservation ecologist
who plans to save all the big cats on the planet, she’s a small animal
veterinarian caring for all the small furries, although there is the occasional
hermit crab.
When
she’s not typing at her laptop she’s tying on a karate belt for her son or
cleaning up the newest pet mess from the menagerie that occupies her house.
She’s madly in love with her globe trotting husband of ten years and happiest
when he returns to their home base in North Carolina.
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