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WHAT THE REVIEWERS ARE SAYING

FIVE MAGICAL WANDS! The story is very hot and passionate, Caitlyn brings her characters to life the same way that Max brings Anabel to life and you can almost feel his artistic fingers on her cool skin!! I really liked this book and the concept of Anabel trying to lift the spell that binds her. ~Northstar, Enchanted Ramblings

4/5 STARS!!! This short story eloquently tells the tale of the cost of greed. Anabel is a privileged young woman who because of the circumstances of her upbringing is selfish and cold. But a chance encounter and the right person brings about great changes in her. How fortunate that she is given an opportunity to change! Due to the length of the story, the characters are not well developed but this does not in any way take away from them. You’ll definitely get a good picture of them as well as their sexual chemistry. Enjoy this quick hot read! ~Trang Black, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

FOUR CUPS!!! Ms. Willows has written a short snippet of greed, love, and selflessness. Twists and turns are throughout this sweet and short read. I would recommend this great short read for a pick me up any day. ~Matilda, Coffee Time Romance

FOUR ANGELS!!! Readers cannot go wrong with this short little tale of finding yourself and true happiness. ...offers a unique mix of paranormal and romance earning 4 Angels! ~Shayley, Fallen Angel Reviews

[A] great story that revolves around the redeeming qualities of love. Anabel is a horrible person at the start, and to see her grow into a beautiful woman was a joy to read. ~Shannon, Joyfully Reviewed

EXCERPT

Max hauled the half bottle of riesling from the refrigerator, then poured the contents into the biggest wine glass he owned—a gift from friends who’d gone to Europe. After a sip, he wandered back to his studio to admire his work.

“You’re going to impress the hell out of Lenny Burnett, that’s for sure,” he told it as he sank into the only armchair in the room—a worn out Lazy Boy recliner that had faded to gray from its original light blue.

“You should have a name, don’t you think? Although I rather like the title of ‘Lady’ or ‘Woman.’ Calling you ‘Eve’ would be too trite and much too overdone.”

He glanced out the French doors while he pondered an appropriate name for her. While inside the lighting made it feel like daylight, outside it was night with the merest hint of moon peeking through the trees.

She’d look beautiful in the moonlight.

Max shook off the wayward emotion and took a deep drink of wine. He’d created the statue to sell. Sentimentality would get him in the poor house in next to no time. Still, he wanted her to have a good home.

Please…release me.

He flexed his shoulders as the words filtered through his mind. He’d been hearing them for months, ever since he’d purchased the marble. What more needed to be done? He studied her contours as he sipped.

Release me. I am for you.

Just hearing the words drift over his soul gave him an erection as hard as that on any statue. He slugged down the rest of his wine. Shit…he’d fallen in love with it. Perverse images of having an opening carved in the beauty so he could shove his cock inside assaulted him. Lenny was right; he was turning into one sick bastard. Seclusion did that to some artists after all. He’d always prayed it wasn’t him. Yet here he was, or rather…here he’d been. How many times had he masturbated while wishing she was really with him, holding his dick, her mouth around it, her body welded to his.

I am for you. Release me.

“You definitely should’ve left the wine alone tonight,” he told himself.

Muttering a curse, Max adjusted his erection behind his zipper as he stood. The words would haunt him until he at least tried to see what needed to be tweaked.

The marble was no longer cool to his touch. Warmth seemed to pulse through it. He ran his hands over every surface, trying to find something to fix. Over her back, down to her ass, further down her legs to her beautiful feet. Up her legs and thighs, over her hips, and…he paused at her breasts. The nipples thrust through the strands of hair. He would have sworn he’d hidden them behind it. On impulse he rubbed his palm over them.

A gasp parted the statue’s lips. Wide-eyed and frozen in place, Max watched a woman part from the statue. Her arms wrapped around him. Hot lips brushed his. A wet tongue traced the outline.

“I am for you. Love me,” she whispered, then sealed her lips over his.

Max blamed the wine, then blamed his obsession with her. He’d gone off the deep end. But if this was insanity, he was all for it. He expected a bark from Coco, but she was happily ensconced on her pillow, apparently sound asleep. Max didn’t know if the woman was real or a figment of his imagination. And at that point, he didn’t care.

A muffled groan tore from his throat as he squeezed her to him and thrust his tongue against hers. Her mouth was cool, as if she’d just sucked on an ice cube. There was the hint of lemons to her long, dark hair. Heat poured from her to him. She clutched his shoulders like a lifeline, every inch of her body pressed to his. Max cursed the clothing that came between them.

Just as he thought that, nimble fingers plucked at his shirt buttons. He fumbled at the zipper on his baggy trousers, then stopped. Not here. She deserved a soft bed.

“Oh…Max…,” she cried out. “Your care of me—”

He cut off the words with a hard kiss as he lifted her in his arms. Long strides carried them down the hallway to the only bedroom in the small house. He placed her in the center of his double bed, gently, reverently. She was his creation come to life…his life…his love. Each time logic warred with him, Max shoved it aside. He wanted her, needed her, and logic didn’t matter.

She loosed a soft sigh as he pulled back to undress. A smile lit her eyes and lifted the corners of her mouth. Picking up a strand of hair, she flicked it over her nipple.

“I’ve longed for you since you first touched me.”

“Show me how much. Spread your legs and let me see how hot, how wet you are.”

A pink flush spread over her face. Eyes closed, she spread her legs. Her musky arousal wafted to him. “I’m a virgin. Be gentle.”

Max chuckled. “A virgin to having a dick inside you, but I’ll bet you’re no virgin to orgasm.”

Smiling, she gazed at him through half-lidded eyes. “You know me too well. Let me see you.”

He shrugged off the shirt while he toed off his shoes. Trousers came down with briefs. His cock sprang free, earning a gasp from her. He yanked his legs from the trousers, ripping off socks in the process. God, how he wanted to toss her legs over his shoulders and fuck her into oblivion. But if this really was an illusion, he intended to keep it as long as possible.