Ergebnis für "The Spell" in Literatur & Belletristik

Contains books two and three of the Scales 'n' Spells series. Breath: Tori was doing great until sexy dragon Baldewin interfered. Between the little gifts, constant protection, and the steadfast confidence from the overgrown lizard, Tori wonders if maybe that last step needs revising. Wish: North has a map of Europe, a dragon scale, and a little bit of magic. He’s currently short a dragon, but all in good time, right? Right. Because he can totally dodge dangerous men and frustrated calls from his family, all while searching for a dragon during the Christmas season.

In this cozy queer romantic fantasy from the award-winning authors of Homegrown Magic, two members in a motley crew of adventurers must confront monsters, hostile landscapes—and their growing attraction for each other. Sage has made her living as a ranger, moving constantly between adventuring...

Delightfully cheeky, unquestionably charming, and sometimes maddeningly naive, cloth mage Paul Gallagher is desperately trying to make a name for himself in a reimagined postwar London. But in a world where magic is commonplace, sewing enchanted clothes is seen as little more than a frivolous distraction. Paul is hiding a secret, however: he possesses a powerful - and illegal - innate magic. Unfortunately, Paul confides in the wrong person - his latest crush, Captain Hector Hollister - and is drawn into a sinister plot that risks reigniting the machinery of war.

Werewolves only exist in fairy tales...at least, that's what most townspeople in Lunar's Reach believe. Unless you're a powerful healer who concocts a potion to help a fledgling shifter remain human during the full moon. It works to Bellamy's benefit since he's been in hiding at Moon Flower from Ashwood, his beloved, who betrayed him two years before. But now that violet fever is sweeping through Etria, and Bellamy has fallen deathly ill, not even the madam from the apothecary can heal him.

What if love was magic?Isabella Fox is a very mediocre witch. Run out of the last few towns for spells gone wrong, she's ready to settle down but can't quite find a place to call home. Fortunately,....

Former poet laureate of Belfast, Maine, Afrofuturist/Oro-shamanic poet and bass clarinetist Toussaint St. Negritude dazzles with this debut collection of poems, featuring an ensemble of cosmic tones the late Pulitzer Prize winning poet Gwendolyn Brooks once called “full of sweet sounds and surprises.”

Kaye and Dee's adventure continues. The dream that had haunted Dee now comes to haunt Kaye but in reverse. They discover they are hunter and witch, embroiled in a centuries-old dance of death. To make matters worse the leader of Kaye's former coven is not too keen on the marriage between Kaye and Dee and is out for blood. How will they defeat her?

This seven-book series starts with a twist of mystery when Maggie finds a relic of an ancient civilization that draws two women together and starts a love story you'll never forget. Maggie McPherson, who enlists the help of a blue-eyed archaeologist to put the pieces together, develops a strong attraction that turns into love and continues to the crescendo of a big lesbian wedding.

Mischa peeled her top off before removing her jeans. A hot pink bra and panties clung on to her taut body, as she stood at the edge of the bed. Without waiting for Sade's request, Mischa then undid the clasp of her bra to release the most wonderful pair of breasts Sade had ever seen in her life. She stared as they bounced outwardly, released by its undergarment prison. Her thumbs tucked into each side of her panties, and pushed them down to reveal her pubic area - shaved to delightful smoothness.

Maggie and Zelia have come along way in this seven-part series, which reaches a crescendo in this last story. All the cast of characters will be there for the wedding along with family that we have not heard about. It was worth the wait just to meet Zelia's southern belle feminist mother and Maggie's Uncle Pig. These lesbians, who are active in their community which is seen as they plan their wedding, rescue dogs and run fundraisers all at the same time. This book is filled with women you can love and you will miss them.

Nadia's eyes opened, and she looked up to see, feel, Lena's face just inches from hers. Her heart raced, as the older woman stood up, smiling at her, standing over her. Lena had changed out of the business casual outfit she had worn to work and the bar, and into...Nadia couldn't pull her eyes away. She had worn a white babydoll with a lacy bra and a slit down the front. The cups of the bra were translucent, showing that she had nipple piercings. Her panties were sexy and lacy, the sides of them visible.

Emma met her at her side of the car. She was a little taller than Tina, her bright green eyes running over her lips as if Tina's was the first face she had ever seen. Their faces drew closer together until Tina could feel her breath on her skin and for a moment they just stayed like this, in some strange trance-like state. Emma's lips met Tina's gently. They kiss deep and warm and like none Tina had ever experienced before. Emma's arms around her waist felt strong yet gentle and she smelt like incense and sugar.

A real lesbian love story. The contemporary lesbian love affair deepens in this sixth story in the 50 Shades of the Lesbian Rainbow series.

At last, a lesbian romance with a twist of mystery...a relic of an ancient civilization draws two women together and starts a love story you'll never forget. When a sacred Indian artifact is rediscovered, the puzzle begins for Maggie McPherson, who enlists the help of a blue-eyed archaeologist to put the pieces together as the two women develop a strong attraction.

Brianna is flattered when her doctor takes more than a medical interest in her, and she’s eager to spend more time under the control of a sexy, older woman. An unexpected phone call gets her to the examination room, but she arrives to find she’s not the only patient with a crush on Dr. Crawford.

Pullum took a step back and gave Shondra the once over, from her curly hair, to her chest, to her bare knees, down to her stilettos. Her eyes were neutrally discerning, as though appraising an empty wall. Mostly, Pullum stared into Shondra's eyes, trying to bring out words and thoughts Shondra had never dared express aloud. Instead of answering, Pullum turned her gaze from Shondra back to the painting.