Wynter's Kiss ( A Paranormal Romance)
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No. No he would not.
This enchanting creature was his. And it wasn’t like he was going all cave-man or anything. It was just a simple fact. They belonged to each other.
Maddox Westbrook. Self-appointed playboy, steadfast bachelor was head over heels in love with the most amazing being on the planet.
And, he had to damn well admit that he couldn’t have been happier about it.
“I pretty much figured out the witch part from the go,” he informed her with a good-natured chuff. “But, it is nice to finally know your name. It’s beautiful, by the way. And, from what I think I remember, it suits you perfectly. I seem to recall—and correct me if I’m wrong here; it may have just been the poison running through my blood and all—but, I seem to recall you somehow conjuring up a bit of thunder snow, among other things,” he said with a chuckle.
“I did!” She replied, and he could hear the wonder in her tone. “I really did! So, suck it, Elsa,” she giggled with apparent pride. “She doesn’t have anything on me!”
“Who?” Maddox asked in confusion, and he was answered with her light, musical laughter. And, it was amazing.
“Never mind.” She responded with a cute as shit little snort. “Just let it go.”
Maddox curled his finger under her chin and lifted her face up to his, taking her lips tenderly, but only a moment later, his need for her swelled up once again and he deepened the kiss. Exploring her mouth as if it was for the first time, and he realized that they were going to have a very long and amazing life together.
It was destined.
He pulled away slightly and she growled in protest. “You do know that you’re mine, don’t you?” he asked softly, and she smiled from what seemed to be the very depths of her being.
“Pfft,” she laughed lightly, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “Of course, I do. I’m a witch, Sherlock.”
Maddox’s laughter boomed out of him. He was feeling as if he could take on the world. “By the way,” he asked with a raising of his brow. “How do you feel about children?”
“I adore them,” she replied instantly, moving against him slowly, her lips turned up in a saucy little grin, and he groaned. “Want to practice making some again?” she joked.
“More than I want air,” he replied, his body once again igniting with desire. “But there is one thing,” he hedged, his mouth quirking up roguishly. “I do feel the need to warn you about my dear mother and her partner in crime, the seer from my clan.”
Wynter moved her body and straddled him, sheathing herself in one fluid motion on his steely shaft and all thoughts of warning her about his mother and Elsbeth flew straight out the window.
They had a lifetime to deal with those two.
About the Author
Darlene Kuncytes was born and raised in Northeast Ohio and still happily resides there with her spoiled rotten fur-babies. She has loved losing herself to reading and writing for as long as she can remember and has always had a special place in her heart for romance. She’s got a wicked sense of humor who loves to find the humor in everyday life and believes that anything is absolutely possible as long as you believe it is! And, yes…she is exceedingly, and sometimes disgustingly happy! Life is way too short to waste a moment of it hating!
She is currently hard at work on the fourth novel in The Supernatural Desire Series – Harper’s Heavenly Embrace!
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