This Spells Trouble [Vegas Magic] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Shelli Stevens
eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
eBook Description: Arianna's a holistic witch who tries to stay out of trouble. But trouble finds her when the Hell's Ball she's attending lives up to its name. She meets a cocky vampire who's creating havoc on her hormones. But he's also her only hope at getting through the night alive. Jake's a casino investigator, working undercover as a bartender on Halloween night. When a sexy, green-eyed witch becomes the targeted victim for a sacrifice ritual, he'll go to any lengths to save her. Especially when he realizes she may be more to him than just another casual lover.
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2008
43 Reader Ratings:
"This Spells Trouble is an exciting, fast-paced, sexy read. Jake is a sensitive alpha male that understands his reaction to Ari even if he's not ready to accept it. Ari is confident woman that finds herself in a vulnerable position. They compliment each other well and their loves scenes are emotional as well as erotic. This is a definitely must-read!"--4.5 Kisses, Kerin, Two Lips Reviews
Arianna Belford shoved a black curl behind her ear, and followed her friends through the door of the casino. This was such a bad idea. Why the heck had she agreed to come to the Hell's Ball tonight? This was not her scene.
"Here's the plan." Sam stopped just in the doorway. "We're all here to have a good time. We flirt, we drink, and we dance until our feet are numb."
"My feet are already numb," Arianna muttered and leaned back against the wall.
"Yeah, well you're the dumb witch that wore the cheap shoes with toothpick heels." Scarlet's southern accent was stronger than ever. "So don't be asking us for a pity party."
Sam, ever the peace maker, raised her hands. "Easy ladies, let's not--"
"Cheap? Do you know how many massages I had to give to buy these shoes?" Arianna lifted her chin. "They're Jimmy Choos. My Goddess, have you no respect for a good designer?"
"No, I have respect for a good margarita." Scarlet winked. "So I'm going to head to the bar and grab one."
Arianna wrinkled her nose at her friend's retreating back, and then finally smiled. After four years of friendship, Scarlet knew exactly what buttons to push to get a rise out of her.
"Hey, I'm going to go check us in and get the keys to our room." Sam opened her purse and took out her wallet. "And don't look so nervous. This is supposed to be fun, remember? I'll be right back."
Arianna opened her mouth to respond, but Sam was already heading toward the lobby.
Okay. She turned and looked around the crowded casino. Of course she'd been the only one of the three of them who had chosen to wear a costume. Scarlet thought it was a waste of time to dress up, and as Sam always said, "I don't do costumes."
But I do. I decided to be the wild one this Halloween and get decked out. Unfortunately. Arianna scowled.
Ten minutes passed and neither Scarlet nor Sam had returned.
"What the heck? Is it Ditch Ari night or something?" She pushed away from the wall and set out to find them.
She wandered through the loud, colorfully decorated rooms and inhaled the sweet scent of fresh-baked goods. Pounding techno music could be heard coming from the dance floor.
The Hell's Ball party was in full swing. Booths of food were set up, and locals had stands where they sold various things from exotic jewelry, to blood-filled lollipops.
Her lips curled down in disgust and she suppressed a shudder as she passed the lollipops. Disgusting little treats for the vampires.
She squeezed her way through the masses of costumed party-goers toward the dance floor. Fortunately some others had dressed in costume, too. And some had come, well, as themselves.
A werewolf stumbled into her, the beer he gripped in his paw spilling all over her shoes.
Oh, Goddess, I'm going to lose it. These shoes were brand new!
He patted her on the back, making her stumble forward.
"Sorry about that, lassie. I'm a wee bit pissed."
Ugh. Not just a werewolf, but apparently a drunken Scottish one.
"No problem," she lied and scooted past him, scanning the crowd again for Sam and Scarlet.
She weaved through the dance floor watching a vampire couple grinding in the middle of the floor. The female smiled as she rubbed her ass against the male who was gripping her hips from behind.
Arianna paused and swallowed hard, moisture stirring between her legs as she watched the sensual dance between the two vampires. The female raised her gaze and caught her watching and barred her fangs in response.
Turning her glance away, Arianna sighed. That looked so tempting right now. To have a man press up against her like that, grasping her from behind as if he couldn't wait to be inside her.
She shook her head and kept moving through the dance floor. That isn't what you want. You want a man who will give you respect, kindness, and treat you like the smart witch that you are.
How long had it been since she'd taken a lover anyway? At least half a year. Perhaps she would give Edward a call when he returned from his botany convention.
Glancing around one last time for Scarlet and Sam, she shrugged and heaved a sigh. Goddess only knew where her friends had taken off to.
I need a drink. Spotting the bar in the back she lifted her chin and made her way toward it.
"Happy Halloween, Madame Butterfly. How would you like someone to pluck your wings tonight?"
Arianna turned to look at the man who was half slumped over the bar, a beer bottle in his hand. Blood-shot eyes leered at her body.
"Tempting, but no." She glanced down the length of the bar. Where the hell was the bartender?
Ugh. It was the costume she was wearing. She shouldn't have worn it. Usually she was environmentally conscious and chose conservative natural fabrics and material. Tonight she'd been rash in her decision to dress up. Although, designer shoes were always her downfall. And all her friends at Save the Planet--the non-profit organization she volunteered for--gave her shit for it.
"I'm a werewolf you know. Women want my body."
She didn't even spare him a second glance--she'd seen enough. He certainly had the size of a werewolf, but his fur was obviously prosthetic, and the illusion of yellow eyes was created by contacts.
"You're a wannabe." Arianna shoved away from the bar, spotting the bartender at the other end. "Excuse me."
The bartender didn't turn around, just kept searching through the bottles of liquor on the back wall. He was tall, with black hair that almost reached his broad shoulders. Not bad looking from behind.
Her lips tightened in annoyance. "Excuse me."
The man hunched down, and reached under the counter for something. Her gaze dropped to his backside, so prominently on display now. Black jeans hugged a nice, hard-looking ass. Something warm stirred in her belly, and she shifted her stance.
Damn she hated being ignored. "Ex--"
"I hear you, Princess. Don't get your panties in a knot." The bartender straightened and turned around. His intense blue-eyed gaze moved over her body and lingered on her crotch. "That is if you're wearing panties. Nice outfit."