Virgin Wizard (Hot Fantasy Romance)
New York Times bestselling author Opal Carew, writing as Amber Carew, brings you a touch of magic...
Fate has been messing with Lucinda’s love life.
By wizard lore, she should be bonded with her mentor Rand, but now she has received “The Call”, and is stuck mentoring a man who is utterly domineering, overwhelmingly masculine, incredibly irresistible and, she is told, extremely dangerous. More
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Opal Carew, writing as Amber Carew, brings you a story with a touch of magic...
For some reason, Fate has been messing with Lucinda’s love life.
By all known wizard lore, she should have bonded with her mentor Rand, but there’s simply no chemistry between them. When she gets “The Call”, which shouldn’t happen for her, she is faced with an incredibly sexy, entirely naked man in an alley in Paris. Getting “The Call” means she is supposed to be his mentor… and his one true love. Clearly Fate thinks her life is a joke.
Now she is stuck mentoring a man who is utterly domineering, overwhelmingly masculine, incredibly irresistible and, according to her most trusted friend, extremely dangerous.
Length: 81,500 words (book length)
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This book was formerly sold under the titles "Spellbound" and "Darkest Nyte".
Lucinda had finally drifted into a fitful sleep. Sometime during the night, she felt a draft, then rolled sideways until she pressed against something warm. She snuggled against it, sighing happily. Too soon, light blazed against her eyelids and she scrunched them tighter together, hoping to block it out. Slowly, she drifted out of the slumber that cradled her, becoming aware of strong arms embracing her and her face resting against silken skin cushioning rock hard muscles. Something tickled her nose and she opened her eyes to see dark curls on a male chest.
Her body stiffened.
“Good morning.” The words were spoken softly but in a definite male voice. The voice of the sexy stranger she’d discovered in Paris last night.
“I… You…” She pulled against his embrace but to no avail. “You shouldn’t be here.”
The feel of his skin pressed the length of hers threw her senses way off balance.
“Well, it’s not proper.” No, that didn’t come out right. “I mean, I don’t even know you.”
He kissed her forehead. “Of course you do. We met a few hours ago.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she flared.
She wiggled her arms between them and flattened her hands on his chest. His chest hair tickled her palms, but not in a way that made her want to laugh. The feel of it stimulated her senses to new heights.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want me here.” He nuzzled her hair, sending sparks ricocheting through her.
She wanted to push her hands against him, but her muscles refused to obey.
“I don’t want you here.” Her voice sounded weak.
He grinned. “Truthfully.”
His amusement annoyed her. “Look, if we’re going to work together, we’ll need to get a few things straight. Like, you don’t invade my private space. Okay?”
“That’s right. For instance, stay out of my bedroom!”