- •Independence, intelligence, and unique beauty of modern women. My heroes all have one thing in common:
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- •Incredibly erotic dream of my life. I really didn’t give a damn what his face looked like.”
- •Instead of answering her, Mikki twirled an errant strand of thick, copper-colored hair and bought time by
- •It was a solid friendship, founded in trust and mutual respect. And Mikki had no idea why she was so hesitant
- •Intended to turn his face to hers—to open her eyes and to finally, finally see him. Then she had touched them.
- •I was crossing the street, and I heard something weird behind me.”
- •Incredibly articulate like ‘Whoo-hoo! You are one hot mamma, Red.’ That effectively killed the fantasy.”
- •I’m more horny than horrified.” She bit her bottom lip. “Is that awful?”
- •Vibrant, deep blue. If hope had a color, it would be the blue of the old woman’s eyes, and Mikki was struck
- •Very hardy. It makes a great hedge, and it blooms for almost four straight months.”
- •Is your name, my dear?”
- •Its light. Slate blended with mauve and coral in the fading day. Mikki knew the colors would wane quickly,
- •I aothing cd hide within it for long. Mikki opened the knife. The little blade was honed to a razorlike edge,
- •Volunteers at the Rose Gardens noticed it, Mikki would simply smile her way through their admonishments
- •In the psychic? I don’t remember Nelly saying anything about that.”
- •Insightful and well educated. They create worlds filled with strong, passionate women and honorable, heroic
- •It was exhilarating!
- •Intrigued, she searched her memory for details of Medea’s story. She vaguely remembered that the play was
- •I will love my sons and daughters, and adore the gods.”
- •Into her throat, so that when she continued the invocation, her voice strengthened and magnified. Had she
- •It took several minutes for Mikki’s cheeks to cool down. She could easily imagine the blazing red of her
- •Imposingly between the archway she had just walked beneath and the second stone archway, which framed
- •It only took a second for her to work the Band-Aid free from her left palm. The cut was already scabbing
- •It was so silent that Mikki imagined a soundless bubble had been formed around her made of roses and cool
- •It’s just a delusion, she reminded herself firmly. Nothing more than a symptom of my overactive imagination.
- •Inviting suddenly beat against them in a frenzy of scent and sound. They were caught in a vortex of
- •Impossible. Home was a nice little apartment in a great location, not a room fit for a princess. Mikki’s
- •Intermingled with ornate trees, hedges, fountains and statuary. In the heart of the gardens she thought she saw
- •If that were true, then it didn’t matter whether she chose to stay or return. Either way she was screwed
- •It smelled like home.
- •If you understood who we were when Nera and I welcomed you, but surely you know who we are now that
- •I had no idea I was a Priestess of Hecate until the goddess told me so herself. So it’s not just that I don’t
- •Voluptuous. Her body was lush; the blue silk lapped around her like translucent waves. Petite Aeras wore
- •In the center of the circle near the heart of the goddess’s flame.”
- •I think of movement and invisible power. It is a contradiction—a paradox. It cannot be contained, but it can
- •Inspired by the element’s personification, Mikki continued, “Fire is passion and heat. It consumes, but it also
- •In warmth and security, as if her mother’s arms were once again around her. With a catch in her voice, Mikki
- •Impulse or hesitate until she could second guess herself. Mikki danced. Within the circle she twirled and
- •In the midst of the sacred circle.
- •In his arms as the power of the goddess transported them to Hecate’s realm. He closed his eyes and leaned
- •In response to the flexing of his muscles, pain shot through his arms and chest. He welcomed it. The pain
- •Vigilant. He had been tireless in his devotion. And he had been alone, even during the brief moments when he
- •In the casting of a circle. She would not know that she must ground herself and use food and drink to
- •It was only when she stopped dancing that Mikki felt the return of her sick dizziness. So many women . . .
- •Illuminate. Its light danced off a crystal goblet filled with dark red wine. She lifted it, admiring the elaborate
- •In the darkest shadows, washing around her and causing the hair on her body to prickle. “It is a belief to
- •It was totally fucking Loony Tunes.
- •Is not appropriate. What I did for you is out of duty. It is why Hecate called me into her service. Do you
- •Instantly, he halted. “Have care where you step. The glass can cut through the soles of your slippers.” The
- •Impossible that I was aware again. At first I sensed you, but I could not see you. I only knew your presence.”
- •It was so beautiful that it weakened the disbelief and cynicism she had learned from a very young age to carry
- •Intelligent gray eyes looked unnaturally mature and out of place in the goddess’s smooth young face. “I rarely
- •I may be older, but that also means I’ve lived through more experiences, so I suggest they watch their silly
- •Important in either her mother’s or her grandmother’s life. Not that either of them hadn’t been wonderful,
- •Interior? Now she was saying that beauty was everything.
- •Vast forest, a kind of netherworld, which is the crossroads between reality and magick. On one side of the
- •Instincts, Mikado. Allow your spirit and the knowledge held in your blood to guide you, and you will do well .
- •Various other types of mantles.” Taking a wide, soft brush from the vanity dresser, Gii fussed with Mikki’s
- •Voice rumbled intimately between them. If‘Ђfro
- •Inexperienced young girl, had called him back to her without knowing for sure what she wanted to say.
- •It’s your turn to listen and answer.”
- •I can’t do it on my own, so the women are going to have to help me.”
- •Ignored the lingering soreness in her body and the vague nausea she seemed unable to get rid of and looked
- •Ignoring Gii’s sudden surprised intake of breath, Mikki tilted her head in what she liked to think was a
- •I have to finish up here and then take a bath or something because I am definitely a mess and—”
- •It seemed that these roses were greener and healthier than those in the rest of the realm. Beyond the beds of
- •It was true, but she squelched the thought, pulling her mind from the beast to the mystery that surrounded the
- •I’ll definitely need you in the morning. I’m going to have breakfast with the four Elementals. Could you be
- •Instead of being included in one of their groups at lunch . . .
- •In handy in your line of work.”
- •If he was afraid of crushing it.
- •It’s a great resource for me. Now I don’t have to worry about not knowing my way around.” She couldn’t
- •In entering her bed, the very thought of which was abhorrent to her. The sight of me was a constant reminder
- •I should not be here with you.”
- •It was impossible between them because he was making it that way. It was as if there was some kind of
- •If she asked the goddess outright and Hecate commanded her to stay away from him, then what would she
- •In return; she had shivered beneath his lips.
- •If he would be the only one to pay the price, he would gladly do so. He knew it for truth, even though the
- •Imagined that she was preparing to summon the Elementals and begin her day. He, too, must begin his. She
- •Ink, and she’d drawn her own considerably less-attractive lines to quarter the blueprint. “As I said before,
- •In the dirt as she demonstrated exactly how the earth needed to be worked around the roots of the bushes.
- •It had taken Mikado longer to inspect the southern section of the gardens. The roses were more ill there,
- •Its shadows to him and attempt to cloak himself from prying eyes. There he would rest and perhaps drink
- •Intoxicating than wine could ever be. Then he realized what she had said and commanded himself to stop
- •It was the exact green of her eyes. She knew it flattered her, just as she knew Daphne had brought it to her at
- •It was okay for her to touch him. But his only movement was the pounding of his heart and the drawing of his
- •View of the torch-lit gardens. The north side of the hall held door after door, each ornately carved with mystic
- •If they like the wish, they turn it into a dream.”
- •Is a dream you will grant.”
- •In Tulsa when you started coming to me in my dreams—and I didn’t even know the man within you then.
- •It was not enough! The beast within him roared.
- •Into stone. She pulled away, but only by a hand’s width, so she could meet his eyes.
- •Into the marble troughs that stretched from its base outward and all the way to the four corners of the
- •Invoked the spells?” Gii said.
- •Imagine what was going to go on in the women’s wing tonight. I wish the same thing was going on in my
- •Is that Crete?”
- •Into the realm.”
- •In the middle of which sat a huge pallet covered with more pelts. This is where he sleeps. The thought sent a
- •Voluptuous swell of her ass.
- •Imagined knowing the joy of.”
- •It is your love that sustains us.” He closed his eyes and buried his head in her hair, willing himself not to
- •In the mundane world. He would still be without her, but Asterius could live with that. He would miss her for
- •Inhumanly feral grace that the comparison was jarring. She didn’t desire the golden man, but she did feel a
- •In some harmless flirtation. And why not? She felt amazingly pretty and completely loved. But that didn’t
- •It is not. Perhaps he will choose to keep you to himself while we visit the women in the rest of your pathetic
- •Instantly, Asterius checked his attack.
- •It is the goddess you must beseech in the future.” Without another word, the Titan disappeared from the
- •Very much alive. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet her lover’s.
- •Victory for them. If they can taint your life, even after they’ve been banished, then they haven’t truly been
- •Idiot! Do you have bandages? Ugh—some of these look like they need stitches. There has to be a doctor in
- •In the barely controlled strength of his thrusts. Mikki didn’t close her eyes. She wanted to see him, to watch
- •Violently. Mikki pulled back to see that his eyes were closed and tears were slowly tracking their way down
- •Violence was left to disturb you.” Gii’s voice shook, and her face was deathly pale. “They’re dying, Empousa.
- •Varieties, with their double blooms and abundant midseason and fall repeat blossoming. But why had these
- •Irrigation for the realm. Is that true?”
- •In the spring they would grow back and be healthier and hardier than before. Roses were survivors—not the
- •Imagine it, and so she refused to think about it. She would do what she had to do when the time came. Until
- •Into the walls of the cave and lighting more torches until the bedroom was alive with warmth and light. He
- •Into the heart of the gardens. Mikki didn’t allow her mind to wander. She hurried up the stairs, barely glancing
- •Into Asterius’s bed . . .
- •I began to hope that perhaps Hecate had allowed me to live for so longt o±ђ† for another reason.” Sevillana’s
- •Is only part of my name. I rarely use my family name—it is too difficult for me to hear it and to know that I
- •Very least, forced me back to face Hecate’s wrath. Instead, he said one small thing and then stepped aside and
- •It all made horrible sense. Asterius’s behavior when they first met and were attracted to each other . . . How
- •Into the meadow, followed by a group of young, beautiful women. Their flowing chitons were draped
- •In the shadows, Hecate smiled and patted one of her great beasts on his dark head.
- •Into eyes that were so big and blue and beautifully dark lashed that she suddenly and moronically forgot her
- •I’m not sure whether to get her another dog, get her some Prozac or take her for a visit to the pet psychic.”
- •Interested in women like me.”
Imagine what was going to go on in the women’s wing tonight. I wish the same thing was going on in my
room—only with more growling and biting. A little bubble of laughter escaped from her mouth. She still felt
hot and flushed—giddy. No. That wasn’t right. She felt hot and flushed—horny. Mikki looked around her
balcony. Empty. She’d hoped he would be there. He was male. He had to have felt the spell, and he had to
have known she was the only one who could have cast it.
What if he thought she was opening the realm to men so she could call someone else to her? But how could
he think that? She’d used his name during the ritual; she’d thought only of him.
The truth had to be that he was staying away because he thought he’d hurt her. Or maybe because he was
afraid he would hurt her if he came to her.
Just the thought made Mikki shiver with erotic pleasure. All that power—a beast barely harnessed by the soul
of a man. It was delicious beyond belief. And so damn poisonously seductive.
Okay, she could call him to her. He’d have to come. But is that what she wanted? Of course not. She wanted
him to come to her of his own free will and . . .
. . . And that was it. He needed her to come to him. If she did, she’d be showing him she wasn’t afraid of him
and she cared enough—desired him enough—loved him enough—to come to him.
Gii had said his lair was below the baths. Mikki didn’t stop to primp or to think; instead, she followed her gut
and her heart. She hurried from the balcony and down the path that led to the hot springs. From the top
landing, she descended the stairs that connected the large bottom pool to the separate baths on the landing
above. She hadn’t been down on this level before, but it didn’t take long for her to find a second stairway,
one that clearly was not as well used as the others. It declined sharply, turning to the north. The end of the
stairs emptied into a grassy area that hugged the side of the cliff on which the palace and the springs sat. To
her right the grounds opened up to the labyrinth of Mikado Rose beds that were, by far, the healthiest roses in
the realm. She knew her private temple sat in the middle of the spiral arrangement of beds; she’d been
through the whole area with Aeras and Asterius the day before. So she also knew that there was no lair stuck
out there.
Mikki studied the wide patch of grass. It ran along the base of the cliff, just like a path. She smiled and
followed where her instincts led. Turning the corner, the cliff wall abruptly opened into a smoothed out
entrance to a cave.
“Or better yet, a lair,” she whispered.
She held her breath, stepped inside and was instantly surprised. The entr1emБЂ†ance had only been a little
larger than an average-size door, but inside magickally smokeless torches lent a warm, yellow light to the
area, making it look very un-cave-like and welcoming. The cream-colored walls were high and smoothed like
the baths of the hot spring. They were also covered with lush paintings. Awed by the talent of the artist, Mikki
gazed at the walls. The scenes showed a rocky island surrounded by white sand beaches and water that was a
brilliant turquoise. The only person in the landscape was the faint outline of a tall, golden-haired woman.
Crete—these have to be images he remembers from the island of his birth. And the woman? Is it his mother,
or the Empousa who rejected him? Not sure if she really wanted to know, she turned away from the
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beautifully decorated walls. There was a large wooden table in the middle of the room. On it was a bowl filled
with cold meat and cheese and a pitcher of wine. There were also several rolls of parchment and glass bottles
filled with a thick, dark liquid. Intrigued, Mikki came closer and realized the liquid was ink. One of the
parchments was unrolled and held into place with smooth stones. An almost-finished ink drawing was on it.
She walked around the table to see what he had been sketching—and gasped. It was her in the ritual dress she
had worn her first night in the realm. She was standing in Hecate’s Temple, in front of the Spirit flame. He’d
somehow captured the aura of power she felt within the sacred circle, as he depicted her hair flying around
her and the look of rapture on her face. It was a beautiful sketch, obviously drawn with loving attention to
detail as well as a master’s talent.
A beast didn’t do this. A man did this, and one who might be very much in love.
“You should not be here!” he snarled.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
THE power in his voice caused the torches to flicker madly, but Mikki didn’t cringe or start in surprise.
Slowly, she raised her eyes from the sketch. And then her stomach lurched. He was standing in a rounded
doorway that led to another room deeper within the cave, and he was almost naked. The leather cuirasse was
gone, as was the tunic. All he had on was something that looked like a short linen towel slung low and tied
around his hips. She licked her lips and reminded herself that if she didn’t speak he would assume fear had
paralyzed her.
“You wouldn’t come to me, so here I am.”
She could see his angry facade falter, and when she smiled, he seemed at a total loss as to what to say. She
tried to ignore his almost nakedness, and instead nodded at the walls of the cave. “The paintings are beautiful.