A Touch of Magick by N. J. Walters

Author:N. J. Walters [Walters, N. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Paranormal
Amazon: B0042P5KTK
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2010-10-25T23:00:00+00:00

Rhiannon felt all the blood draining from her face and her body swayed. Ryland sprang forward, his large hands wrapping around her shoulders, holding her upright.

“Are you all right? You look kind of pale. Maybe you should sit down.” He urged her over to one of the dining room chairs and she sat.

“Why would you ask such a thing?” Her mind was whirling. Had he discovered her secret? Had the words painted on the front of the store made him dig deeper into her past?

“Because you’re pale and you looked as if you might keel over.”

She stared at him, trying to understand his words. It took her a few moments to realize he thought she was asking about his second question, not his first one. She waved him away, a deep calm descending around her. Maybe it was better to get things out in the open now. Too many times in her life, she’d put off the inevitable and it had ended in disaster. If he was going to laugh at her, scorn her or leave, better he do it now than later.

“That’s not what I meant.”

He pulled up a chair and sat facing her. “What did you mean?” He leaned closer to her, his expression intent.

“Why did you ask me if I was some kind of witch?”

His lips turned up slowly, making her insides go weak. Damn, the man was handsome, especially when he smiled. It reached his eyes, making them sparkle.

“I’m not sure I should answer that.”

She could tell he meant to tease her, but this was too serious for her to take lightly. She waited patiently.

His smile faded and he became serious when he realized she wasn’t laughing with him. “Why did I call you a witch? Because I felt as if you’ve enchanted me, bewitched me from the moment I laid eyes on you. I’m drawn to you.” He raked his fingers through his short blond hair in frustration. “I can’t explain it. I just feel it.”

The bottom dropped out of Rhiannon’s stomach. Maybe the candle ritual had worked too well. Maybe Gwen had cast a spell without telling her. Either way, this was wrong. She realized she didn’t want Ryland to be attracted to her due to some kind of outside influence. She wanted him to want her for herself. Now she’d never know if it could or would have happened that way. “You need to leave.”

He straightened slowly, every muscle in his body tensing. He was large and menacing and all but a stranger, yet she wasn’t the least bit afraid of him. She knew he’d never harm her. Her magick might be suspect sometimes, but she trusted her instincts. The only times she hadn’t—like with her ex-boyfriends—she got hurt.

“Why? You owe me that much.”

“Because I am a witch and I cast a spell two nights ago to bring me a lover.”

He stared at her and then threw back his head and began to laugh. The booming sound filled the space. He shook his head as he looked back at her.

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