Title: Shamelessly Spellbound
Series: Spells That Bind #2
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 25
No man has ever tempted Melina Blackwood to break her rules about getting involved with warlocks. At least, that was the case before meeting Trevor Dupree—a warlock who would need an accountant to figure out how many witches he’s been with. Trevor infuriates her, confuses her, but most of all, he makes her long for his touch. Turning him down wasn’t easy the first time, and she’s not sure she can resist the temptation now that Trevor is willing to do anything to make her his.
Trevor Dupree has been infatuated with far too many witches, believing every witch he’s dated had the potential to be the one he’d spend the rest of his life with. Melina Blackwood changed all of that, but the irritating witch not only turned him down, she practically filed a restraining order to keep him away. Six months later, she’s still the only witch he wants, and he has no intention of letting her walk away again.
One woman can prevent Melina and Trevor from finding their happily ever after. Her obsession with Trevor will drive her to do whatever it takes to possess him.
Talk? We needed to talk? My whole body was on fire, and he wanted to talk? My brain finally caught up with what we were doing, and I pushed him away.
“Get me off. Ugh! I mean, get off of me,” I stammered, taking several steps back.
Rather than looking angry at my bitchy attitude, Trevor’s lips curled into a cocky grin. “Don’t worry. Once we’re done talking, I’ll get you off at least a dozen times.”
“No getting off!” I snapped.
“Then you want me back on you?” he feigned confusion.
“Save your man-whore charm for some other witch.” I accompanied my words with a scathing glare. “You are not seducing me, and you are certainly not getting me off today.”
Trevor chuckled. “I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, but if I hadn’t decided to slow things down, my tongue would already be between your legs, making you scream my name.”
“Well, this has been a nice talk,” I told him, grabbing my purse and shoes before heading to the door. As my hand reached for the knob, Trevor pressed a palm against the door and leaned into my body, caging me in. His warm breath caressed my ear, making me shudder and drop my purse and shoes.
“I make you nervous,” Trevor said softly. “You’re afraid to be alone with me, afraid to talk about what you feel for me. You’re afraid to admit how much you want me.”
He was right, but that’s not what I said. “Could you stop pressing your dick against my back?” I hissed.
“There’s my bitchy Melina,” he murmured against my ear. “I’ve missed that about you.”
“You’ve missed me being bitchy?” I asked with a laugh, trying hard not to lift up onto my tiptoes and press against Trevor’s erection.
“It’s like foreplay with you. You’re acting like a bitch because being near me turns you on, and it makes you want me more.” The sensation of Trevor’s hot breath against the back of my neck had me fighting back a moan. I had to stay strong because I knew Trevor was waiting for any weakness he could pounce on.
Instead of moaning, I snorted. “I’m acting like a bitch because I don’t like being manhandled by some asshole man-whore warlock.”
Trevor chuckled again, and I wanted to hate that sound. I knew if I turned around, I’d find some annoyingly arrogant smirk on his face. What pissed me off most was that I loved that smirk. I loved all the naughty things it did to my body.
“You think I’m a man-whore, Melina?” he asked.
“That is the term for a man who fucks any woman who’ll spread her legs, right?” I asked, being intentionally crude to remind myself that I was just a piece of ass Trevor couldn’t have. I was nothing more than the woman who’d turned him down.
The problem with my argument was that if Trevor were really a man-whore who was only after me because I’d turned him down, I might have given in months ago. I was not the romantic type, waiting for Mr. Right to come along and sweep me off my feet. While there were many reasons I couldn’t get involved with a warlock, I liked sex, and I had no doubt Trevor knew what he was doing. A night with Trevor would undoubtedly be phenomenal, but Trevor Dupree didn’t do one-night stands; he did relationships, ones that ended about two weeks after they started. Trevor wasn’t chasing after me because he wanted to fuck me; Trevor believed I could be his happily ever after. That thought was depressingly laughable. I wasn’t anyone’s happily ever after.
Cassandra Lawson is an author and homeschooling mother of three from the San Francisco Bay area. She has always had a very active imagination and loves making up stories. When she is not writing, she enjoys baking, spending time with her family, listening to music, or curling up with a good book.