The delightful Christina Phillips has invited me to share my
new release with you. I’m fairly new to the romance genre and this is my first
time to have a book release labelled erotica. I always knew it was hot!
The Sorcerer’s Spell is published by HarperCollins Australia
under the Impulse digital imprint. It is a sexy, body-switching urban fantasy.
Annwyn goes to bed dreaming of making love with her dead
husband and wakes up in the body of another woman, a woman who is having hot
sex with Dane, a powerful sorcerer. Her body has been stolen by Nira, a
sorceress, who feeds her magical power through sex, the kinkier the better. The
curse she laid on Dane turns him into a werewolf every full moon. To complicate
matters Dane's werewolf friend Rolf, succumbs to Nira when she temporarily
repossess her body, causing jealously and confusion. Time is running out, as
soon Dane will be a werewolf forever unless he can break the curse. Rafael from
the Collegium of Sorcerers is the only one Dane trusts to help them, but when a
wider conspiracy is revealed, it's up to Annwyn and her developing magical
powers to save Dane before it's too late. But can she seduce an unwilling
werewolf to lure the sorceress into a final confrontation?
Here is a short excerpt where Annwyn ends up in the evil
sorceress’ body for the first time.
For what seemed like a long time she floated, tumbling free
with no bed, no room, no house around her. Burning in her ears, stomach
heaving, and skin screaming, the sensations overwhelmed her. The only constant
was those large strong hands, lifting her hips, angling them for the next
thrust, hot mouth on her throat, biting without wounding.
Down, down to earth Annwyn plunged. She cried out with the
force of the movement, the abrupt arrival. The crease of the sheets stuck into
her back. An orange-tinged hue haloed the bed and beyond light and dark waltzed
in the corner of the room.
Screwing her eyes shut, she avoided looking. There was
something very wrong in what was happening to her. This was not Thomas’s body
on her, in her. She jerked once, sucking in a breath. Then, opening her eyes, she
screamed. Screamed like the devil.
‘What the—’ said a deep voice beside her. She heard him but
kept on screaming. He disengaged from her, moved away from her yet remained on
the bed. The mattress shifted beneath her as the springs adjusted to the change
in weight. She screamed again.
‘Stop that,’ the man said, without a hint of sympathy. ‘You
knew the consequences of your actions. You knew where this would lead. You will
lift the curse now.’
He grabbed her foot. Annwyn kicked out at him, then curled
her body into a ball. Through her light blonde hair, she scanned the room. The
sound of paws scratching on wood drew her attention to dogs entering from
further down the hall to pace around the bed. Some of them moved to huddle
together in the corner. All with yellow eyes, watching her. Maybe not dogs.
They were too large for dogs.
A sob escaped her, a terrified, visceral sob. Then her eyes
flicked from one shadow to another. She could not look at the man sitting next
to her on the bed. Her gaze leapt to the wall-sized mirror and to the image
there. On a king-size bed, with pure white sheets sagging to the ground on one
side, was the man, a sheen of sweat glistening between the shoulder blades and down
the vee of his spine, his chest rising and falling noticeably after his
exertions. Tall, with short-cut blond hair and wide shoulders tapering to a
shapely behind, he sat staring at a woman with light-brown skin.
Annwyn stared at the reflection of the woman huddled near
the bed head. It was her, and it was the woman in her dream— she had the same
green eyes. She saw blonde hair, generous breasts and the soft flare of hips. Her
skin was tawny, not pale and wan like Annwyn’s. Annwyn sat forward and so too
did the reflection. She held out a shaking hand and began trembling all over.
That woman in the mirror was her. When she had let the woman in, she had taken over
her body and thrust Annwyn here, into the arms of this man—a man the woman was
obviously desperate to escape.
The man grabbed Annwyn’s legs and pulled her toward him.
Annwyn cried out, ‘No, stop!’
The man hesitated. ‘What is wrong with you? Nira? You have
not broken the curse. It is still there, waiting to fall one final time. Do it
now. I command it.’
Annwyn sat back from him, her arms folded, trying to rub the
goose flesh from her skin. ‘Nira? I’m not Nira.’
Here is the link http://www.harpercollins.com.au/books/Sorcerers-Spell-Dani-Kristoff/?isbn=9781460703199
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