Welcome to Dunvegas
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Grasping her gently around the neck I pulled her head down, crushing her lips against mine in a kiss filled with two days of frustrated hunger. We fought lip to lip for domination of a kiss that robbed all sane thoughts from my mind. Reaching around her ass, I grabbed the thong of her bikini bottom, yanking it to one side, and forced her down.
Her scream of delight as I entered her was smothered by our rampant kiss. Breathless, she pushed away from me and sat. Rocking hard, eyes closed, she hummed and moved. Hands free, I squeezed her breasts, held and pinched her nipples, stroked and touched a woman’s body in ways I’d only dreamed of. The sensations in my groin built to overpowering.
“I can’t hold…” I tried to warn her.
“Me too—” her words cut short as she screamed. Bucking and jerking against me, forcing me over the edge. I screamed.
Then screamed.
And screamed as a searing white light burst from Amanda eyes, mouth, ears, vagina.
She sat impaled in neon-bright ecstasy.
Then I screamed again as my muscles locked, my mouth burst open, and light, a warm, pulsing light, burst open within me and shot in fluid streams from any exit in my body it could find.
The magics, Amanda’s, mine. They speared upwards to the sky, piercing the roof and mingling with the clouds, twisting the once-clear sky into a maelstrom. A storm to mother all storms.
When it had grown silent, except for the drumming of the rain on the windows, Amanda looked down at me with a sleepy smile.
“Wow,” was all she said.
“I didn’t think you had it in you,” a horribly familiar voice said. “Congratulations, boy.”
I think I broke the speed record for standing at that moment. Amanda and I found ourselves facing our worse nemesis, naked.
“Fritz!” I said.
“Dad!”
“Vegas.”
“Vegas?” I asked.
“Roger.”
“Fritz?”
“Oh, Dad!”
“Hehe.” Fritz rubbed his hands together. “Well, it worked, didn’t it, Vegas? Now if you’ll just step aside so I can kill him.”
“Amanda? Vegas?”
“Wizards always have a choice of names, Roger. It's part of our disguise. Now if you would stand over here and quietly die—”
“No, Dad, I’m not letting you kill him. I love him.”
“Don’t be stupid, Vegas. You know that’s just the magic binding you. It always binds you to your first lover. It’s why I had to kill my first wife, awful nag that she was.”
“Fritz? Dad?”
“But I do love him, Dad. And he loves me. He was prepared to die instead of doing what you made him do. Besides he’s a wizard, too. He’ll be bound by the same binding.”
“Wizard! Binding!”
“Enough, Vegas, he has to go.”
Fritz cast his hand out at me. Thunder crashed and lightning flashed against the roof. There was a sort of friiiitz sound and Fritz’s spell fell from his fingers and wriggled itself to death on the floor.
“It’s why he’s nicknamed Fritz,” Amanda/Vegas whispered to me. “He can’t cast magic in a thunderstorm.”
“I’m a wizard?” I asked, dumbfounded. Of course, that could explain why I’d felt so different all my life.
“Die! Die! Die!”
Friiitz, friiitz, friiitz.
“Not tonight,” I told him, waving him away. “I’m too tired to die.”
A bright blue bolt shot from my hand, throwing Fritz across the floor to the elevator.
“No!” Amanda grabbed my arm. “You can’t kill him. He’s my dad!”
“But all I did was—”
Amanda grabbed my hand as I tried to flick it again.
“I have a much better idea.” She placed my hand against her breast. “Why don’t we go talk about this in my bedroom?”
My little cock robin answered for her.
~*~
Left alone in the room, Fritz didn’t notice the two shadowy figures who watched him stand up and dust himself off.
“Daughters are best off half-beaten to death,” he muttered, and turned towards the elevator. “I’ll come back,” he called out, “once I’ve dealt with some stupid, dumb horses.”
The two ghosts watched him go.
“Well, Dad.” Mother turned to her beloved. “Looks like we finally managed to bring our Chuppypoo out of the closet. And find him a nice wife, too.”
“That we did.” Dad put his arms around his wife to comfort her as she cried quietly. “He picked well, bless him.”
“Will we ever see him again?”
“All the time, Mother, though he'll never see us again. With all the ironies in his life, how could it be different?”
“What do you mean, Dad?”
“Well.” Dad gave a small shrug. “He came to visit Dunvegas, didn't he? And, well, what did he do?”
“Find a girlfriend.”
“Nah.” Dad grinned. “He's done Vegas.”
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About the Authors
Sela Carsen
Sela Carsen is just your ordinary, average, everyday stay at home mom.
Really. Ignore the two Monkey Children. And the disaster area she calls home. And the Darn-Near Perfect husband who patiently puts up with the chaos. And did she mention the Boxer?
If you see her talking to herself while she’s going down the produce aisle at the grocery store with her travel mug of coffee welded to her hand, well, doesn’t everyone do that?
No?
Oops.
Despite the caffeine-induced jitters, she has managed to write comic romances featuring smart, funny, mostly alive, occasionally dead (and undead), and not always entirely human characters. Her writing runs the gamut from paranormal to historical, with several rabbit trails in between.
She lives in the Midwest now after a gypsy life that allowed her to live in places from Idaho to South Carolina and from Egypt to England..
Find out more about Sela at http://selacarsen.com
Ember Case
Ember Case was born in Louisville, Kentucky, the second of five children. After a dozen years in the Blue Grass State, and another dozen in Alabama, she settled on the east coast of Florida. There she met her husband, the great love of her life.
After two children and 12 years of marriage, she decided it was time to start the adventure she’d been dreaming about her whole life—writing down the stories that play out in her imagination. You can read about that journey in her journal.
Find out more about Ember at http://www.embercase.com
Bianca D’Arc
A life-long martial arts enthusiast, Bianca enjoys a number of hobbies and interests that keep her busy and entertained such as playing the guitar, shopping, painting, shopping, skiing, shopping, road trips, and did we say…um…shopping? A bargain hunter through and through, Bianca loves the thrill of the hunt for that excellent price on quality items, though she’s hardly a fashionista. She likes nothing better than curling up by the fire with a good book, or better yet, by the computer, writing a good book.
Find out more about Bianca at http://www.biancadarc.com
Carolan Ivey
Carolan Ivey is a North Carolina native living in Ohio with her family and two highly opinionated dachshunds. Several years ago she left the corporate rat race to become a full-time, working writer and has never regretted it. Especially since her commute has shortened considerably—from her pillow, to the coffee pot, to her home office. She writes paranormal and Celtic-flavored fantasy romance.
Find out more about Carolan at http://www.carolanivey.com
Jenna Leigh
Jenna Leigh lives Louisiana with her husband, teenaged daughter, and a cat and dog who are constantly at war. During the peace treaty aka nap time, she writes romances filled with laughter as well as love. She blames her weird sense of humor on the humidity.
Find out more about Jenna at http://store.samhainpublishing.
com/jenna-leigh-pa-182.html
Jody Wallace
Jody Wallace grew up in the rural South and then went to school for far too long. Her resume includes English teacher, web designer, market analyst, slave to Meankitty, author, and general, all-around pain in the butt. Jody writes fantasy romance under her name and erotic romance under the penname Ellie Marvel.
Find out more about Jody at http://www.jodywallace.com and Meankitty at http://www.meankitty.com
S.J. Willing
When SJ was young he wanted to grow up—instead, he became a writer! Born in the historic university town of Cambridge, England, in 1962, S.J. Willing is fully armed with pen, paper, and two cats. Thus is the life as a fiction writer. He is the creator of the P.I.A.C.T. undercover agent romance series and the esteemed Agent Double D.3 reports.
Find out more about S.J. at http://www.sjwilling.com
Xakara
Xakara lives in wonderful Southeast Wisconsin overlooking Lake Michigan with her long time sweetie and a handful of friends that are like family. Never found anywhere without a book to read or a notebook to write in, she knew she'd be an author at nine years old when someone missed one of the daily installments of the stories she told on the playground and told her to write them down.
Equally splitting her time between the world in her head and the world around her, she manages to find her way through life with a smile and zen-vibe that carries her and her heroines through the tough times. She smiles every time she tells someone she knows that she writes erotic urban fantasies and they reply, “I always knew you would”.
Becoming a paranormal romance author was a happy accident when she chose to write a short novella to clear her mind of edits on her first urban fantasy novel, BLOODSPRITE. Now she finds she enjoys the focus on the relations and loves traversing the two genres, and finding new ways to define both.
She always loves to talk to fans and new friends and is happy to receive emails from new readers and new friends alike. You can contact her at Xakara@Xakara.com and find out more about her at http://www.xakara.com
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