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“I thought you might say that.” Mari grinned, using her hips to make his eyes cross. “You know what they say. Ride a faery save a horse. Or something like that.”

He laughed, the brightness returning to his eyes. “Oh love. How much fun it will be getting to know you better.”

“Oh, I think it will be.” Mari leaned down and nipped him on the nose, her breasts just out of reach of his lips. She angled her hips and clenched her muscles around him. “Just hold on, cause it’s going to be one bumpy ride.”

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Something’s written in the bones…

Merryn is a student at the Montelier Supernatural Academy. Struggling to balance her course load and her part time job, she almost forgets her notes in the lab. But wandering the halls after hours may hold some unforeseen consequences. Only the wicked walk the streets of Salem after dark, and Merryn might find more than she ever suspected.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder…

Damien is a lust demon caught in a dilemma. His favor is being called in and he’s trapped in Broomstix with the sexiest bookworm alive. When she flees into his arms after a terrible scare, can he make her see him and not the demon inside? There is a lesson to be learned and he is just the one to teach her that life isn’t just lived by books alone.

“You know,ifyou stay like that long enough, one of the boys is going to think you’re one of the mail room owls.” Cynthia twirled her long black hair around her finger and smirked. She smoothed her hands down her sweater and snagged her tablet off the desk.

Merryn ruffled her feathers and transformed back to human form, a scowl on her lips. “Bitch. This isn’t Hogwarts.”

Cynthia shrugged, picking up her books. “I only speak the truth. Come on. Professor Jenkins doesn’t care if you transform twenty times. If you can’t do it in front of the class next Tuesday for the exam, you’re toast.”

“I know…” Merryn sighed. “Why didn’t I go to a college with a normal curriculum? What’s so bad about accounting? Or even a business class?”

A corner of Cynthia’s mouth twitched. “Um. Let’s see. You’re a witch, maybe? And why would you everwantto? Montelier is a good school. Hell, it’s the only school on the east coast. You should be happy.”

Merryn picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “I just want a normal life. A job. You know…”

“Normal is boring. And no, you don’t. What about that weird class you’re taking? The one you talked about yesterday. The freaky medical one you said you actually liked?”

“Yeah,” Merryn grimaced. “Alchemy of forensic osteology.”

“That’s a mouthful.”

“I know. Oh, damn.”

“What?”

“I have to run by the lab and grab my notes. We’re studying one of the recent deaths in the shifter stalker case, and I was supposed to have a report in two days.”

“You have to go now? Why don’t you come with me to the bar first? I bet we can pick up a couple of guys and make a night of it.”

“Says you who never failed at anything in her whole undead life,” Merryn snorted. “No. I’m behind already. If I don’t get this paper turned in I’m toast.”

“Huh. I beg to differ. I can’t cast a spell for shit and you know it. I’m just taking this class for the credits.” She gave her a lopsided grin and waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “And the hot teacher.”

“You’re awful.”

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