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What Happens is Your Choice
by Beverly Rae -
www.beverlyrae.com
It's 2012 and another year has started. So what are you expecting the New Year to bring? A new job? A new member of the family? A move across country? The end of the world?
Let's hope it's not the last one. Personally, I'm hoping for more. More work for me, more sales of my books, my young adult continuing college, and my husband moving up in the company. By a lot of standards, including mine, we're doing well. So, yeah, I'm hoping for more of the same.
But I wonder as authors often do. What would I make the world like if I had the power to change anything I wanted? Would I wiggle my nose and cast a spell giving my family everything we desire? Probably. But what else would I change?
If given the chance, I'd like everyone in the world to have the same respect, advantages and opportunities that I have. Sure, I sound like a Miss America contestant, but that's what I hope for. The only problem is that I've watched way too many movies where someone changes the events of history, thinking they're making things better, only to find out they've actually made things worse.
For instance, what if I wished for children everywhere to live a long life? Sounds great, right? But what if one of those children was supposed to die, but lived because of my wish, and turned out to be another Hitler. Makes you think, huh?
So what's a girl to do? Make a wish for change? Or appreciate what you have and hope for the best?
What choices will you make for the New Year?
ABOUT MAGIC SISTERS , BOOK 2
It’s all in good, dirty fun…until the heart raises the stakes.
Meg Tristan is spontaneous, spirited, outspoken and beautiful—and she enjoys every second of it. She can have any man she wants, with or without casting a spell. Too bad she hasn’t found one who can keep up with her non-magical sex drive, much less handle her hexual prowess.
When he’s not caring for his patients, Dr. Chance Dannigan spends his off hours getting acquainted with as many women as he can in his new town. None hold his attention—until he catches Meg’s flirtatious glance across the bar. One drink later, he’s sure he’s found the one woman who can stimulate both his heads.
Sensing a kindred spirit, he challenges Meg to a daring competition. Each must choose a random partner for the other, and the one who fails to seduce the target, loses. And to keep it honest? The opponent must witness the act.
Winning each round proves almost too easy. The ultimate challenge is figuring out how to handle their unexpected attraction to each other…and how to end the game without both of them coming out losers.
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SEX WITH A HEX (Kindle) - BOOK 2
SEX WITH A HEX (Nook) - BOOK 2
EXCERPT: SEX WITH A HEX (Magical Sisters, Book 2)
Meg took another sip of her drink. What was it about this man that had her so mixed-up inside? So ready to take him on in any way she could? She glanced at Chance out of the corner of her eye. Granted, he'd give a younger George Clooney a run for his money, but she'd known lots of handsome men. No, this one had an extra appeal. An extra appeal that was exciting yet familiar. One minute she wanted to lean into him and pull his mouth to hers. Then in the next second, she wanted to tease him and show him she could resist his charms.
“Flattery is wasted on me, Doc.” Truthfully, she enjoyed adulation in any form, but he didn't have to know, did he?
“Really? I'd think a woman like you would welcome all the attention she could get.”
The sip she'd taken almost choked her, but she managed to cover well enough. Did he think she hungered for male attention? Sure, she enjoyed having men fawn over her, but what woman didn't? Or did he think she had a difficult time garnering her fair share of admirers? Had he not seen the group of men competing for a single word from her?
“What does that mean?”
He lifted his palms, warding off any ill feelings. Yet she didn't think the gesture was sincere.
“Oh, don't get me wrong. You're a beautiful woman and I'm sure plenty of men fall all over you. It's just that--”
“It's just that what?” Interest skyrocketed into irritation in record time. Who the hell did he think he was? God's gift to women? If he was, then surely she was God's gift to men. Meg struggled to keep her composure, determined not to let him see how much he flustered her.
“You don't assume every man will want you, do you?”
“Actually, I--” Meg slammed her mouth shut, the word “do” effectively caught behind clenched teeth. What the hell? How had the discussion gone so terribly wrong? Maybe he was right, but how rude to say so. Anger surged and she balled her fists, resisting the impulse to cast a spell on his sorry ass. So much for a fun night with this guy. “Did I just hear you say what I think you said?”
Meg did a quick search of the area, hoping to find one of her sisters delighting in how well her prank was going. Yeah, this had to be a joke. Too bad she couldn't scope out the culprit who'd talked the doc into playing his thoroughly infuriating part.
“Look, I can understand how a country girl like you would think she's God's gift to men--”
She blanched. Had he heard her thoughts? Maybe this wasn't a joke. Was he a warlock or a sorcerer? She checked his aura for any signs of magic and found none.
“--but I've known women who were, shall we say, more.”
“More? What do you mean by 'more'?” Meg pushed back her drink and crossed her arms. Forget the spell, she might haul off and slap him instead.
“More as in able to attract any man they want.”
At first, she wasn't sure what to think. Had he just insulted her again? What was the matter with this guy? Was he blind? Whatever the reason, she wanted him to know just how wrong he was. “Are you saying I can't get any man I want? Which, by the way, sure as hell isn't you.”
He feigned an insincere surprise. “Hey, I didn't mean to offend you. Like I said, you're beautiful and I'm sure you can find a guy every night. Especially if you're not too picky.”
For one of the few times in her life, Meg was flummoxed. He obviously wasn't as enamored with her as she'd thought he was. But even so, she hadn't expected him say such rude--not to mention incorrect--things about her. “Not choosy? Me? Listen, you jerk--” she stabbed a finger into the middle of his chest and enjoyed his responding move backward, “--I can have any man I want. Anytime, anywhere, any way. And I'm damned selective in who I take to my bed.”
“I'm sure you are.” Chance took a sip and looked away.
Oh, my stars and moon. Is he placating me?
“I am,” she protested, then cringed at the whine in her tone. She was off balance, disturbed and…damn it all, curious as hell.
He turned toward her again, the challenge written on his face. “Right. So, have you taken any of these guys to bed?” He tipped his head toward the crowd.
Meg scanned the people dancing, drinking and having a whole lot more fun than she was having. Yes, she'd had sex with a couple of them. Okay, more than a couple. And, she had to admit, not all of them were winners. But a girl with needs had to do what she had to do, right?
“Not that it's any of your business, but I know a couple of them and they're all very nice men.” Ugh, did that sound as lame as she thought it did?
“Right.”
“Will you stop saying that? What point are you trying to make, anyway?” She thought about pushing him off the seat and storming away, but knew it wouldn't prove anything. Like a spectator drawn to a car crash, she had to see where the conversation led.
“Right. Oops, sorry. There's that word again. My point is that you can have any man you want.” He cleared his throat, then continued, “As long as that man isn't too much man for you.”
“Too much man?” Meg scowled, her mind reeling with confusion and disbelief. Did he mean in the bedroom? Was such a thing even possible? Especially if she used magic?
“You know. As in…out of your league.”
“Out of my league?”
“Do you always repeat what people say? Or is what I'm saying upsetting you?” His concerned expression seemed as fake as a three-dollar bill. “I'm sorry if it is, but sometimes the truth is hard to hear.”
A trickle of perspiration crawled down her spine. Had Tom turned off the air conditioning in the club? Or was Chance's assessment of her--his so off-the-mark assessment--making her sweat? “Are you frickin' kidding me? Hell, yeah, you're upsetting me. But not in the way you think.”
The twinkle in his eyes beckoned to her, teasing her, thrilling her against her wishes. “Oh? Then I'm upsetting you in some other way?” His smile grew bright. “Perhaps in a more basic way?” His gaze dropped to her lips.
She sucked in a breath and fought against the sudden desire to pull his mouth to hers. In no way would she let him get the better of her. “Don't flatter yourself.”
His smile faded, replaced by a brief moment of indecision flickering across his features. “I wouldn't dare. But I stand by what I said. Still, I apologize. I tend to be blunt even when I shouldn't.”
Anger, more intense than ever, flared, taking her past the edge of reason. She lost control, no longer caring about anything other than proving him wrong.
Almost as quickly as the argument had started, Chance leaned back, his voice taking on a more conciliatory tone. “Hey, I'm sorry I've upset you. I certainly didn't mean to.”
Meg unclenched her hands, noticed how they shook, then fisted them again. Maybe she should cut him a little slack since he was new in town. Just this once. “Yeah, well--”
“Listen, there's no shame in going home alone. I mean if you strike out, you strike out.”
Then again, maybe she shouldn't. “Let's get this straight, Doc. I never strike out. And no one is out of my league.” She threw back her shoulders and tossed her hair, ready to take the discussion to whatever length she had to. Anything to get him to admit he was wrong.
For a few blessed moments, they sat in silence. How had she ever found this guy appealing? He was one of those men who looked great on the outside but was awful on the inside. Like the mud-filled pies she used to trick her sisters with when they were kids. So why was she letting him get to her?
“You know what? Never mind. Just move over and let me out. I don't know why I agreed to sit with you in the first place.” Meg shoved him, giving him no choice but to do as she demanded. She scooted out of the booth as fast as she could.
“Oh, I see. So you're afraid.”
She'd already started to fast track away from him but had no alternative but to turn and face him again. “Me? Afraid? Of what?”
“Of the truth, of course. Of finding out that you can't get any man you want.”
She stomped back to him and wagged a finger in front of his face. “Is that so? Well, what about you? Can you say the same, Mr. Sweet-Talker? Can you get a smokin' hot woman every night? I don't think so. Not with your mouth.”
“Well, I don't want to brag, but I've never been turned down.” Chance flashed his pearly whites at her again.
“Really? Never?” She scoffed, narrowed her eyes and aimed for the jugular. “Prove it.”
“I will if you will.”
Chance leaned away from her with a confident expression that sent a shiver down her spine. Suddenly, she really was afraid. Of him? Definitely not. Afraid of having bitten off more than she could chew? Maybe.
And yet she couldn't deny what was happening inside her. She hated it, but there it was. She was more turned on than she'd been in years. Hell, in forever.
She shook off the feeling and concentrated on studying him. He'd dared her, but was that really what he wanted? Or was he baiting her for a different reason? Still, she'd never backed down from a challenge and she wasn't about to start now.
“You're on, Doc.” A tickle of excitement at the idea of a competition with the handsome doctor filtered into Meg's irritation, defraying a small part of her anger. Someone needed to bring him down a peg and she was just the woman to do it. Yet when his cat-ate-the-canary smile grew into a wide grin, she couldn't help but think she'd gotten cornered.
“Great. Game on. Of course, we're going to need a few rules.”
She crossed her arms and glared at him. “Of course. And why do I get the impression that you already know what those rules are?”
He lifted his drink to her in a toast. “You're not only beautiful, but smart. And, if my judgment serves me, also very clever.”
“Well, at least your judgment isn't always out of whack.”
He laughed, the sound drawing the attention of the few women in the room who weren't already drooling over him. “Okay, here are the rules for our little game. I choose the men you have to bed and you choose the women I have the pleasure of seducing. The first one who fails to get the selected subject in bed loses.”
“Wait. You're going to choose the men I take to my bed?”
Those dark, soulful eyes glittered at her, sucking her in. “And you'll choose the women I take to mine. That's fair, isn't it? How else can I be satisfied that your sex partner is up to snuff and not just some pushover you've already slept with?”
Now he's calling me a cheater. Meg drew in two slow breaths, resolved to maintain control. Of course, if she slipped and accidentally kicked his shin she couldn't be held responsible, could she? Instead, she gritted her teeth, grinding out her words. “And I choose the women so you don't slip in an old girlfriend or a partner-for-pay.”
He flattened his hand over his heart. “Would I do such a thing?”
She arched an “oh wouldn't you?” eyebrow. “And no matter who I choose, you have to get her to have sex with you. Have I got this right?”
“You do. Of course, you'll want to select gorgeous subjects just as I'll choose men I consider to be not only handsome but--hmm, how should I put this?--discerning. Then, as I mentioned, the first person who fails to seduce the chosen subject loses the challenge. Simple really.”
Meg narrowed her eyes at him, unable to shake the feeling that she'd gotten trapped into his game. A game he knew all too well. Yet, from her perspective, he was the poor schmuck who didn't know what he'd walked into. She didn't doubt her charms, but she could always use magic--if she had to. “Okay. But one thing. What do I get when I win?”
She had to admit she liked his laugh. Even when he was laughing at her.
“You're that sure of yourself, huh?”
“I'm sure of myself for good reason. So how about this? When I win, you have to come back to the club, climb up on top of the bar and announce to everyone that I am the sexiest woman in the world who can get any man she wants. Plus, you have to tell everyone that you're brokenhearted--” she paused for full effect, “--because I don't want you.”
He chuckled, giving her a taste of his compelling laugh again. “Done. And when I win, you have to cook and serve me dinner at my place. Dressed in a French maid's uniform.”
Meg grimaced at the image. “I don't have a maid's uniform.”
“Then I suggest you'd better buy one.”
“Now who's sure of himself?” But why should she worry? She had this competition all sewn up, hands down. “Never mind. I don't have to worry about losing. Is that everything or are you planning on bringing in referees?”
His chuckle was low, throaty and as sexy as they come. “No need for refs. But there is one other condition.”
Ignoring the signals of desire her body insisted on sending her, Meg fisted her hands on her hips and put on her best evil smile. He had a trick up his sleeve, no doubt. “I should have known. What now?”
“You can't simply say you had sex, you have to prove it.”
A wave of heat swept through her, almost melting her knees and bringing her to the floor. Down, girl. He may be hot as hell, but he threw down the gauntlet and you have no intention of losing. Remember: He's the competition. “And how do you suggest we prove it to each other?”
“Easy. We get to watch.”
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