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Fairies, fairies, everywhere…and not a flyswatter in sight.
Meara Magee sees fairies…and wishes she couldn’t. The unruly creatures are the bane of her existence. When these annoying creatures lead her to a handsome man washed up on shore, she can almost forgive them. Until she learns sexy Coast Guard officer Jamison Murphy can see them, too.
Jamison promises he can rid her of her fairy infestation—for the price of a kiss. He’s convinced his specially concocted magic dust will repel them. Despite her protests to the contrary, he’s also convinced Meara is meant for him.
But there’s more trouble afoot than a rowdy flock of pixies. The Celtic god Lugh wants Meara for his own, while the local Banshee pines for Lugh. Meara is certain that a Banshee makeover will solve all their problems, and get the pesky immortals out of her life for good.
When the otherworldly beings reveal their true natures, Meara must choose to accept her fairy special gift…
Or reject it, and lose Jamison forever.
(THE FOLLOWING EXCERPT CONTAINS SOME ADULT CONTENT.)
Jamison led her to the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Meara trembled when he turned to her again and she saw the hunger simmering in his eyes. She took an involuntary step back and he smiled at her softly.
“Come here.” He held out his hand and leaned against the door, legs spread wide as he waited for her to obey. His gaze narrowed when she still hung back, but his hand didn’t drop an inch. “Do you want me to go home? Last chance to back out.”
Meara tried to return his smile. “I just don’t want you to think I’m too easy.”
His chuckle would have charmed a nun. “I know you’re not easy. How long has it been? Tell the truth. No smart-ass answer, not this time.”
Grinning despite her nervousness, Meara glanced at him through her lashes. “Figured me out already, huh?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. But I intend to spend the next several years making strides in that direction. Tell you what, forget the true confessions bit. How about I’ll take off my shirt and you take off yours.” He pulled his tee shirt over his head. “Your turn.”
Meara swallowed, the atmosphere suddenly grown dark and dangerous. He was more beautiful than she’d imagined and she wanted him with a fever. However it ended up in the morning, she needed to be with him now. Taking a deep and calming breath, she unbuttoned her blouse, wishing she had on some frilly bra and panties. Not that she thought he’d let her keep them on long.
She saw the appreciation on his face as she stepped closer, thinking he was every bit as glorious as any Celtic god or hero of old. Muscled and tanned from the hours he spent on the ocean, his body invited her to run her hands across it, feeling the heat of his skin, tasting his lips and whatever else she could manage to get her mouth on.
He hooked a finger down the front of her bra and pulled her against him, his sigh of triumph a magical sound. “Kiss me, lassie,” he commanded, his hands cupping her bottom to urge her hips against his. “Make the first move, and I’ll do the rest…this time.” He ran his tongue across his teeth, his smile growing by the minute.
Meara giggled, relaxing into his embrace. He really was wonderful. He knew all the right things to say—and she was absolutely certain he knew all the right things to do.
She traced her fingers across his mouth, watching in fascination as his eyes darkened and his breath sped up. His cock swelled in his jeans and he wiggled her harder against him, the thrill of the contact sending a blaze of desire racing from between her legs—a need so intense, Meara could not suppress a whimper.
“Now we’re making progress,” he said in satisfaction. His fingers traced up her back to undo the hook of her bra before sliding the straps off her shoulders. “I’m still waiting for that kiss,” he mouthed against her hair, one finger dipping beneath her bra to barely brush against her nipple. Meara felt it swell, begging for a harder touch.
He thunked his head back against the door, as if daring her to come and get him.
It was an unspoken offer Meara couldn’t resist. Leaning deeper into his embrace, she rose on her tiptoes and gently touched his lips with hers. He opened his mouth instantly, eagerly allowing her to delve deeper, and Meara let the kiss grow stronger, teasing him with her tongue…only to cry out in stunned desire when Jamison took over.
He wrapped one hand around her waist, holding her steady while he drove his tongue deep into her mouth. Meara shuddered and her knees grew weak as he plundered the heat of her. He took his time, easing the pressure, gentling the kiss, giving her a second to catch her breath before his tongue speared once more between her lips.
Without warning, he picked her up and carried her to bed, pulling away just long enough to peel off her bra and unzip her jeans. He tugged them down her legs and tossed them onto the floor before doing the same with his own.
“So much for ceremony,” Meara muttered, pleased when he smiled and jumped next to her on the bed.
“Do you need ceremony, sweet fairy princess?” He laid his hand on her stomach and she tried not to tremble. “You are as beautiful as I imagined.”
Meara felt herself blush. “I have too many freckles.”
“I happen to adore freckles.” His hand roamed lower. “I don’t need perfect…I just need you.” His fingers slipped into her curls before sliding down her thigh. They closed around one knee and pulled her legs apart.
Meara shook when those fingers trailed up to nudge into her slit.
“Um…shouldn’t we turn off the light or something?” Her voice sounded as breathless as she felt.
“I’d rather not,” he replied, his fingers beginning to circle her clit.
Meara whimpered and bit her lip. Jamison chuckled and captured her eyes with his as he snugged one finger high into her cunt. She was wet, ready, the scent of her desire strong and heady in the air. Jamison’s eyes burned as he pressed his finger deeper.
“Oh my G—” she started to cry, but Jamison stopped her with a shake of his head.
“Don’t you dare say god,” he warned, grinning wickedly. “Unless, of course, you are referring to me.”
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