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-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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~ Maggie Shayne
Genre: Erotic / Fantasy
the books Small Magick and Fire and Ice.
Drey comes from a long line of
powerful mages. She laments that she has naught but small magick related
to healing. Her life changes the day she discovers a magical circle near
her cottage. For the first time, she concentrates on celebration and not
her goal—and somehow manages to summon a wind spirit in a very appealing
Cyrus believes Drey has bound him to pleasure her, and devotes himself
to the task. The sensual experiences offered by his mortal body delight
him, as does his beguiling mage. For a time, he is content to discover
the mortal world and all it has to offer.
As lust leads to love, one problem remains—Drey has no idea how to
reverse the spell she unknowingly wrought. Cryus is trapped in her
world. To free him, she is willing to do anything, even apprentice
herself to an unknown mage with an agenda of his own.
Trina, slave to a sorceress,
huddles beside the hearth and sees tiny fiery beings among the flames,
dancing atop the coals. Soon she finds herself in their world, a place
of heat and acceptance and magick. One of the fire-folk burns brighter
than the rest, touching her and making her feel in a way she's never
She encounters him later, after one of sorceress Kalidah's rituals goes
horribly awry. Brand takes human form to save Trina from the resulting
fire. She makes him feel things foreign to a fire spirit. Now in a
mortal body, he sets out to explore the sensual promise of Trina's
Given her freedom, Trina seeks the family she knows she has. Her path
lies through dangerous territory. Although Brand accompanies Trina on
her journey, she knows this is not his world and he must soon return to
where he belongs.
Passionate sex and magick draw them together, but something more lies at
the heart of it. Mayhap that something will survive the dangers they
"Liddy Midnight has done a
masterful job of creating believable characters we can care about in an
incredible world of erotic imagination, where anything can happen. This
world is linked to our own European Dark Ages, from whence much of our
modern fantasy flows. I salute you Liddy Midnight!"
~ Thor the Barbarian
"Fire and Ice, along with the
previous Elementals book Small Magick, is on my keeper list and Liddy
Midnight has joined my group of auto buy authors. I am looking forward
to the next Liddy Midnight/Annalise story."
~ Novel Spot
Drey began at the
northern edge of the meadow, where she found a thick stone slab.
Clearing away the choking weeds took but little time. She spent another
few minutes rubbing moss away to reveal a star inscribed on the surface.
There was a little indentation below that, and there she poured her
She envisioned the seeds sprouting, bringing forth life from the earth.
With a shaking voice, she began, “I bless these seeds and stone, that
they may be fit to dwell within this circle of light.” She thought the
engraved star filled with light for just an instant.
At the little natural basin filled by the trickle from the mountain, she
dipped both hands into the icy water. “I bless this water and basin,
that they may be fit to dwell within this circle of light.” This time,
she was certain the water flashed silver.
She had cast circles in her cottage, in a field she liked, and with her
family, but never had she seen such an acceptance of her blessing.
Excitement tempered with awe quickened her breath.
She next gathered a few sticks from under the bushes and trees, and dry
grass from beneath the new shoots. Piled in the old hearth, these easily
kindled when she dropped a coal among them.
The fire warmed her outstretched hands. “I bless this fire and hearth,
that they may be fit to dwell within this circle of light.” A
crystal-white flame blazed suddenly in the heart of the fire, then
The eastern direction puzzled her. There was no sign there had ever been
a symbol there, no evidence of a manifestation of the element. Mayhap it
had gone over the edge in a rockslide in the time since this circle was
last used. Finally, she found a stone with a dimple on top, filled it
with a few pinches of herbs, dropped a little coal in and set it near
the cliff’s edge.
She held her hands above it. “I bless this scent and air, that they may
be fit to dwell within this circle of light.” As the fragrant smoke
began to rise, she smiled. What would the wind do to acknowledge her
Instead of rising to the sky, a small cloud of smoke gathered just above
the stone. As she watched, it grew in volume. The mass then formed a
column and rose to wrap around her hands, until they were completely
engulfed. The ball of smoke hovered there.
After a moment of thought, she spread her hands apart, mentally pushing
the smoke out, dispersing it to the wind. Sheer joy bubbled up inside
her and escaped in laughter that followed the smoke out across the
As she turned back to the altar, a breeze caressed her cheek, flowing
down across her shoulder and between her breasts. A shiver ran through
her. She felt that the element of air was special here, and perhaps that
was why there was no anchor for the east; the altar faced that way, and
in a sense the whole circle was devoted to air.
Circling the slab, she laid out the items she’d brought. Satisfied that
she’d placed her tools on the altar properly, she walked once more to
the edge of the cliff. Holding one arm out, with her fingers pointed at
the ground, she walked the perimeter of the circle, clearing her mind of
everything but her gratitude for the lovely day. In each direction, she
called upon the spirits to attend her.
When she reached the cliff’s edge again, the circle snapped closed with
an audible click.
Never had she heard that before! Drey continued back to the altar, to
call upon the Goddess and the God to join her in celebration of her
newfound sanctuary. She had no purpose in this ritual, other than
thanksgiving for finding this special place and joy in being alive.
Gone were her thoughts of wielding Power. Forgotten were her
frustrations at bungling even the simplest of magickal tasks. There was
nothing she wished to accomplish, so she resolved to send the Power she
raised back whence it came, to the mountain and the sky.
And raise Power she did. She closed her eyes, feeling the energy rise
within her. The sun warmed her. The earth cooled her feet as she turned
beside the rock, facing each direction and bidding the spirits farewell
and thanks. Her arms outstretched above her head, she released the Power
A gust of wind buffeted her as the circle dissipated, and a thud shook
The hair on the back of her neck rose as a decidedly male groan came
from close behind her. Her eyes snapped open. She whirled to find a man
sprawled by the altar stone.
He stared up at her in silence, blinking brilliant sky-blue eyes.
She stared back, taking in his pale blond hair and high cheekbones. His
face was long and narrow, with sweeping curves that improved on her
imagined men. Each breath he took drew her attention to the pleasing
contours of his chest. Muscular, but not too much so.
Desire flared within her, and she had a fleeting thought that now she
could test the softness of the grass. She shook her head, turning her
attention from that glorious expanse of pale flesh. He shifted and she
focused on his feet. His large, strong-looking feet led to long, rangy
legs. Long, rangy legs led to—
She swallowed hard and stepped back a pace.
He was naked!
She groaned in frustration. Holy Mother of all. Never before had she
shown any indication of Power. Now, somehow, she’d conjured the man
she’d decided was perfect. He was none of the three she’d envisioned,
but a combination of all she’d considered. A very appealing combination.
“Are you hurt?” His voice echoed the clear note of the alarm bell, not
the husky rasp she’d imagined.
He still lay there, staring at her. When she drew in a breath, his gaze
shifted, dropping below her chin. The light in his eyes changed as he
surveyed her body. No longer showing shock, his face lit with what she
could only term hunger.
Sweet Goddess, she’d forgotten she was naked, too.
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Fire and Ice
Blessed radiance! She spread
her arms and raised them above her head, letting the heat soak into her.
Her breasts swelled and her nipples blossomed in the welcome warmth. The
spirits danced around her. Now that she saw them close at hand, she
noticed some of the figures were slender and somehow softer than their
companions, and decided that these must be the female flame-folk. She
watched them closely and saw that they traced a different pattern in the
dance. Gathering her courage, she began to emulate them, rather than the
larger males. Before the flutters in her throat and her stomach became
any worse, she dared to step out among them.
The fiery figures ebbed and flowed about her, giving her enough room to
move but ignoring her, until one being, a slender and curvaceous one,
reached out and touched her. She felt the searing heat, almost—but not
quite—unbearable, as the fire-female trailed a white-hot finger down
She was too afraid to shrink away, for she was in their territory now,
in their world, and she knew nothing of what she was doing. Instinct
warned her not to spurn them. When she didn't recoil despite the
discomfort, others began brushing against her as they passed.
Each contact sent both heat and exquisite sensations shimmering through
her, making her feel more alive than she ever had before. She threw
herself into the dance. Sweat streamed down her bare skin. Her breath
quickened and her heart beat faster. Her spirits lifted, and she began
to move her feet more quickly, picking up the tempo of the flame-folk
Their heated touches became part of the rhythm of the dance. She no
longer noticed the discomfort. Heat from the fire seeped ever deeper
into her, and the delight sparked by each stroke grew. She had lived
with Kalidah from a very young age and had not dreamed such comfort
could come from a simple touch.
The ready acceptance of the flame-folk was a heady drug. When combined
with the delightful heat of the fire, it became irresistible. She
welcomed each caress, arching toward the dancers as they reached out to
One of the larger, sturdy beings burned more brightly than the rest. He
drew her attention like a lodestone. She became vividly aware of him,
aware of each movement he made. Although she watched the other
flame-folk, she knew just where he stood in the pattern at every moment.
The first time the dance brought them together, he deliberately reached
around her arm to run his hand up the curve of her belly. As they
danced, he touched her more intimately, now stroking her thigh, now
caressing the swell of her breast. A different heat blossomed deep
within her wherever he touched. Greedy for that sensation, she leaned
closer. He reached with both hands to cup her breasts, brushing his
fingers across her nipples. First one, then the other. Need flourished
under his attention. Trina leaned into him as her breasts swelled
against his hands. She strained against the rhythm of the dance, seeking
to close the gap between them. He held her off, forcing her to maintain
the distance required by the pattern.
Her legs threatened to buckle beneath her. A new wetness grew, dampening
the curls between her legs. Before the pattern of the dance took him
away, he tweaked both her nipples at once, sending a jolt of molten fire
racing through her. She had never experienced such pleasure. She had
never even suspected such pleasure existed. Afraid to cease moving, not
knowing what might happen, she forced her shaky knees to do her bidding,
raised her arms into the form of the dance, and moved on.
As if following his lead, the other flame-folk became bolder, patting
her where he had stroked, sparking faint echoes of his touch. The
heaviness of her breasts increased. The need he'd kindled gathered there
and pooled between her thighs. The touches of the others did not
increase her excitement, but they kept it alive. Trina barely noticed
them now, so intent was she upon him.
When they met again, she felt strung taut like a bow. Each step made her
more aware of him. She could not have stopped moving if her life
depended upon it. The tension building in her drove her, demanded she
keep moving forward. She longed to see just where this carnal dance
went. Instead of continually moving around the fire pit as the other
dancers did, shifting in and out, he came to dance before her, facing
her, keeping pace with her.
She relished the burn, stepping closer to touch his chest. A fever of
passion blossomed in her hand, surging up her arm and down her spine.
She shivered with delight, and he reached again to cup her breasts. She
leaned forward, arching into his heat. Her nipples ached once more, but
from growing passion this time and not the cold. There was nothing cold
about this being. His gentle touch licked at her breasts, and she felt
her whole body pulse with need.
She drew back a little, suddenly frightened of where she was and what
lay ahead. This was not her world, this was not her place, and she was
afraid of dying or being trapped here. The heat pressed close around
her, stifling rather than invigorating.
His face resolved into distinct features, beneath wild hair that danced
and flashed with a life of its own. His dark eyes twinkled. Come. You
have nothing to fear. His invitation rang in her mind as he released her
and held out his hand.
May the gods help her, she believed him. She clasped his hand, and
together they stepped and swirled in a new dance, moving around the
coals and leaping from stick to stick, following the rhythm set by the
crackle and snap of the fire. He pulled her against him several times,
when she would have careened into another dancer, and each time he
curled his arm around her, she felt her heart swell a little. A sizzling
tingle began amid the burn of his touch, where he held her hand and
where he brushed against her in the dance.
To her eyes, he glowed ever more brightly. He seemed to smile at her,
while the faces of the others were featureless, almost blank. She became
aware that fewer dancers surrounded them now, as the sticks burned away
You dance the fire well, for a mortal. He spun away and immediately
back, catching her in a complete embrace. How much do you dare?
Trina would trade anything and everything for this blissful heat. It had
been too long a winter, with its endless winds and the icy stone floor
under her thin pallet, for her not to take whatever chance she got for
She leaned against him in surrender. He accepted her yielding with a
victorious smile before he brushed her lips with his.
It was her first kiss, over all too soon. He kissed her again, this time
much more than a brush of his lips, a firm contact that fairly sizzled.
She sighed, and with the exhalation, he entered her mouth, thrusting his
tongue into her with an ardor she could not help but match.
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All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.