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"The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we
counted our spoons."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Liddy Midnight weaves spells with her words. Don't miss her!"
~ Maggie Shayne
Genre: Erotic / Fantasy
As lust leads to love, one
problem remains—Drey has no idea how to reverse the spell she
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.
"This wonderful paranormal story
is just great. A great read, hot sex scenes, interesting and fast moving
story line. ... All in all an enjoyable read."
~ Mon-Boudoir Reviews
"Liddy Midnight's erotic lovemaking scenes are breathtaking, using
imagery from nature to display the wind sprite's many talents. Cyrus is
a hero to fall in love with."
~ Fallen Angel Reviews
"What a unique world she creates in her stories...one which is hot
enough to keep the reader yearning for more. Cyrus and Drey are such
individuals, each with great powers of their own. "And the details of
the passionate love scenes, so inventive and imaginative!"
~ Paranormal Romance Reviews
"Small Magick is a delightful, stimulating, romantic fantasy with a
twist. The relationship between Drey and Cyrus is passionate, sensual
and definitely hot...I love how the author portrays Drey's world as a
simple, medieval, small town village where everyone knows everyone's
business...I also enjoyed Ms. Midnight's writing style. She made me feel
as though I was traipsing around the meadows feeling the sun and breeze
butt naked. I hope to read more from Liddy Midnight."
~ Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"Liddy Midnight has penned a tale that is fascinating and blazing hot."
~ Romance Reviews Today
"Liddy Midnight has brought to us an enticing new book of magic in the
Dark Ages. You will simply fall in love with Drey's cat, Mousebane... I
highly recommend this book to anyone interested in magic."
~ Coffee Time Romance
"This is an enjoyable book by Liddy Midnight that will be sure to please
her fans. Cyrus is HOT and he and Drey are wonderful together...If you
enjoy reading about a hero who has special qualities and a heroine who
comes into her own you won't be disappointed with this book."
~ Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"Ms Midnight cast a spell on me while I was reading. It was one I was
loath to break."
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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