Blind Magic
by
Natalina Reis
by
Natalina Reis
Will her promise to heal the man who’s captured her heart put him in danger? In Natalina Reis’s whimsical novel of spells, desire, and unwavering determination, a hot detective with a painful past and an impulsive witch armed with potent tea are linked by an instant connection and the promise of a magical love affair.
Marcy has never been in love. But when Oliver Dawson walks into her store, she falls head over heels. Unable to shake the feeling that she and Oliver were made for each other, for the first time in her life, the quirky witch considers casting a love spell for herself.
Oliver’s life is turned upside down when he’s shot and almost killed. Even though events haven’t been kind to the sexy police detective, he’s determined to make the best of his situation. But still, nothing could have prepared him for feisty Marcy breaking down his defenses, nor the healing tea that leaves him gagging.
Unconventional and hell-bent on getting her man, the little witch soon weaves her magic and captures his heart. He’s more than willing to give it to her, but when faced with his painful and turbulent past, neither are sure they’ll get their happily ever after.
Excerpts from
Blind Magic
Oliver interrupted
me. “I know that. Probably about five two?” I nodded, ignoring the fact he
couldn’t see me. “I want real descriptions; colors and feelings. Your own rain
forest.”
I groaned. “My own
rain forest indeed.” I sighed and fell silent for a few seconds. “You know my
hair is red and curly. What you may not realize is that I have a head full of
messy, frizzy curls that refuse to be tamed. That’s why I normally wear my hair
up in a bun or a loose braid like tonight.” Turning around to face him, I
brought his hand, still in mine, up to my hair, lying to one side of my face.
“I like bows. A lot! Some say a bit too much. Celia often says I look like a
birthday gift begging to be opened.” He opened his mouth to say something.
“Don’t say it! Don’t even think it.” But I was thinking about
him unwrapping me with those hands of his and…. I shook my head. “You’re
distracting me.”
“In a good way,
right?” His hand playing with my hair was definitely distracting.
I ignored him. Kind
of. “I wear big, funky glasses because I am waiting to win the lottery to have
corrective surgery. But I do like my glasses a lot.”
“They add to your
personality,” he suggested helpfully.
His hand had slid
to my cheek. I automatically leaned into it. “My skin is your typical redhead
skin; alabaster with a spatter of freckles across my nose and cheekbones—not
many, which is surprising for a red like me.” The heat of his palm spread from
my cheek to my neck and parts beyond. He had scooted up to me and his body was
now so close I could feel his heat. “I have a tiny nose—not very handy for
glasses—and my eyes take over my face; round and big like smoky blue marbles.”
“And your lips?”
Oliver’s voice was low and husky, thick with undisguised desire. His fingers
skirted the contours of my lips, taking my breath away.
“I have been
blessed—or cursed—with naturally red lips.” My voice caught in my throat as his
fingers touched the corner of my mouth. “You know the rest….”
“Not well enough
yet.” He leaned over to me and I met him halfway.
Our mouths fit
together like two pieces of a puzzle, his tongue teasing my lips apart and
caressing mine. My insides burst into flames, and so did my face and my ears. I
moaned into his mouth and he replied in kind as his hands slid over and around
my shoulders to cradle the back of my head. I felt his fingers play with the
rubber band of my braid, coaxing it out until my hair fell free of its
constraints.
Oliver pulled away
from me slightly and began pulling my braid apart, my wild curls flying every
which way around my face. “This is why I never wear it down.” I was surprised I
could still talk. Oliver’s kiss seemed to have some strange power over my
usually high-functioning vocal chords. “It flies all over my face.”
His amazing blue
eyes looked straight into my soul as he grasped some of my curls in his hand
and brought them to his nose. “You smell like sunshine and flowers.” The lava
inside of me bubbled up and melted everything in its way. Still holding my
hair, he buried his lips on my neck behind my ear, and flickered his tongue on
my skin. I may have squealed in delight. “I do want to know the rest of you,
all of you.”
