by Deanna Chase
“It’s a pendant that calls me if you need me,” he said softly. “I’m connected with the magic it holds. You just wrap a hand around it and think of me and I’ll hear you.”
Happy tears filled my eyes. This wasn’t something one handed over easily. This was intimate and invasive for him. And completely unselfish. “I love it,” I said.
He ran a thumb over my cheekbone. “And I love you.”
My body heated with pleasure and I couldn’t help the stupid grin that claimed my face. “I love you, too. Now open your present.”
Grinning back at me, he lifted the lid on the box and let out a small gasp. “Where did you get this?” Inside was a handmade dagger, infused with my magic to help keep his own magic stable when we couldn’t physically be together.
“I had it custom–made. Then I spelled it.”
He held it up, admiring the intricate carving on the hilt. “It’s amazing. Thank you.”
I gently took the dagger from him, placed it on the nightstand, and then pushed him back onto the bed. “Merry Christmas, Vaughn.”
“Merry Christmas, my sexy witch.” He tugged me back down into the bed and went to work on making the night merry indeed.
Goddess, I was a lucky witch. And even though it appeared my days were going to take a turn for the annoying, I didn’t care. I had Vaughn by my side and that’s all I really needed. All I’d ever needed.
I didn’t know what new challenges would come, but for tonight, all that existed was me and Vaughn and the magic strumming between us.
Stay tuned for the next installment in Mati and Vaughn’s adventures in Falling into Temptation. Due out early 2015.
About the Author
New York Times bestselling author Deanna Chase is a native Californian. After spending five years traveling in an RV, she and her husband moved into an adorable cottage in a small town outside of New Orleans. After about six months, Deanna was convinced their 1907 home was haunted. Late at night as she penned Haunted on Bourbon Street, she often heard footsteps throughout the old house. Luckily, the spirit appears to be harmless, as he/she has never done more than make a little noise and possibly smoke a few cigars. However, if the ghost ever shows up in a dream, you’ll be the first to hear of it. Smudge stick anyone?
When she isn’t writing, she is often goofing off with her husband in New Orleans, playing with her two shih tzu dogs, and making glass beads. For more information and updates on newest releases visit her website or sign up here
Kissed by Temptation © Copyright 2014, Deanna Chase
