“Double, double, toil
and trouble...”
When you hear these five
words, the three witches in Shakespeare’s Macbeth come to mind. Three ugly old
hags with warts, green skin, cackling laughter, a cauldron and a wooden ladle
churning the thick ooze brewing as acrid fumes escape and rise through the air.
This has become the
stereotypical witch, the one little kids dress up as for Halloween or draw in
Art class in school. But just like all folkloric creatures, they are
make-believe. Monsters we created to wreck fear in children and entertain us on
dark, scary, rainy nights.
The difference between
other make-believe creatures like werewolves and trolls is that witches did and
still do exist. They aren’t those ugly scary creatures with warts and straw
hair that fly on brooms in front of crescent moons. They are human beings like
you or I.
Wiccans or witches have
existed for centuries. Initially they were seen as Satan worshippers and then
as both good and evil beings. Two sides to witchcraft emerged, one that
followed the line of Satanism, and the other that followed the line of healing,
curing, etc.
The history of Wiccans
is long and complicated and so mysterious. It is this mystery that drew us to
it in the past and draws us to it in the present and most probably in the
future. As time passes and we evolve, so will wiccans or witches. They will
grow and evolve with our changing world’s needs. They will probably remain an
obscure minority like their ancestors before them. But one thing is for sure,
their legend will never die, and they will probably always remain completely
misunderstood.
In my series “Spells ofSeduction” I wanted to pay homage to the mystical misunderstood witch we
learned about at a young age and who is a figment of our imaginations. I wanted
to give the witch a new life and a new world, one where witches, wizards and
sorcerers walk amongst regular town folks. But I didn’t use the stereotypical
witch of our youth. Rather I created a new breed, one that I conjured from my
mind’s eye and that the muse made blossom. The witches in my erotic romance
series “Spells of Seduction” are sorcerers, demons, shape shifters, vampires,
werewolves, and so many other things.
But one thing I did keep
constant with the witches of our youth is that the witches in my series are
still completely misunderstood.
I hope
you’ll take the journey in this new hot erotic fantasy realm along with me to
uncover many mysteries, despicable and formidable villains, and sexy and
passionate heroes and heroines. J
All the
best,
Jessica
Spells
of Seduction 2
Available from Siren Publishing
All Velona Poe wants is redemption. But after she
tells the man she loves who she really is, she finds herself about to be
beheaded. Just before the axe falls, she's teleported to a tower. She fears her
enemy Serona brought her here, and stripped her of her powers to kill her. She
waits in terror for her arrival.
Merlin Wyllt and his twin, Jacob, are the ones who
cast the spell bringing Velona there, thinking she's the evil sorceress
Pondora. When they see the beauty and her fear and vulnerability, they quickly
fall for her, realizing they're sexually bonded to her and her to them, a
pleasing side effect of the spell. Unfortunately, they also opened a portal. Serona
has seen Velona and is coming to kill her.
Hoping to fix the wrong they did, the three set
out for Stonehenge to cast a spell reversing all of Pondora's curses and
destroying Serona. The problem is Velona isn't Pondora, but she cannot tell
them this. As their sexual passion and love grow stronger, the more complicated
their plans get.
Will they succeed or put themselves and others in
mortal danger?
EXCERPT:
They had run
out of water hours ago, so when they heard the sounds of water flowing, they
followed the noise, hoping a river lay nearby.
Pondora was
the first to spot it. She ran into the woods to her left. The moment Merlin saw
her darting, he sprinted after her, fearing she would try to escape them. Jacob
followed not far behind his brother. Merlin heard his heavy footsteps on the
cracking branches and leaves.
“Water. I
need water.” Pondora fell to her knees, scooped up water by the riverside, and
drank it. It dripped down her hands and chin. From the merry look in her eyes,
she was enjoying its quenching and refreshing effects.
Jacob fell
to his knees as well, drinking handfuls of water while Merlin scoped the area.
This is
good.
The trees
would give them coverage if the sorceress was spying with an enchanted eagle
from the sky. An eagle was the most popular bird sorcerers used to seek out and
spy on their victims. Being by the riverside was perfect as well. If the
enchantress did come, they could hide underwater in the river.
“This looks
like a good place to rest for the night.” He threw his heavy load onto the
ground.
Pondora
looked around. “There is no place that is completely safe, but this will offer
us coverage if we need it.”
“I’ll go get
us some dry wood for a fire.” Jacob stood up and rubbed his back. His tunic was
wet.
“Good idea.”
Merlin took his place at the riverbank. The cold water he gulped as he dipped
his face into the river instantly cooled and soothed his parched throat.
They had
been walking for many hours. Their voyage would still last them another half
day. Merlin calculated they’d arrive at Stonehenge a few hours
before the eclipse. He wondered if they’d make it there before the sorceress
paid them a visit. He prayed they would because they had no line of defense if
she attacked before they were ready for her.
He feared
what he would have to do if she did attack them before then. Giving Pondora
back her powers would be like going into the lion’s lair after making the
animal starve for days. It would be suicide. But she would be their best
defense against the evil sorceress.
Pondora
looked at him and said as if she had read his thoughts, “Your only choice is to
give me back my powers.”
He lifted
his brow. “Why? So you could kill us afterward?”
“Do you
really think I would do that to you?” Her expression conveyed hurt.
Merlin
wanted to believe in her. He prayed that what he wished would be true. After
what they shared in the tower, she had found a place in his heart he could not
erase no matter how he tried. Just looking into her blue, bewitching eyes now
took all the willpower he had. He desperately wanted to lean forward and pull
her into a kiss. But he couldn’t let his guard down. She was a very cunning
woman who knew how to pull on his strings of emotions to get what she wanted.
Steeling his
feelings and his heart, he replied, “After all the horrible things you’ve committed
throughout the years, how can I not?”
Her gaze
dropped to her folded hands at her waist for a second before she returned her
eyes to him. “Do you believe a person can change, Merlin?”
“Yes, to a
certain extent. But one cannot go from pure evil to good overnight. You are
asking me to believe you did this, but you were still terrorizing people not
more than a month ago.”
She opened
her mouth to say something but instead took a deep breath. She looked to the
river. “It’s no use. Your mind is set, and no matter what I say, I will never
make you see differently.”
She stood
and began to walk along the side of the riverbank.
Merlin
jumped to his feet. “Where are you going?”
She pointed
to the area a few yards away where a huge boulder was resting in the water.
“I’m filthy and would like to clean myself. I’m going there so I may bathe in
privacy.”
He waggled
his finger at her. “I did not give you permission to do so.”
Rolling her
eyes, she asked, “May I go there to bathe?”
He crossed
his arms and had an incredible urge to smile when he next spoke, but tried to
contain his amusement as best he could. “You may bathe, but here, in front of
me.”
Jacob came
back then with an armful of kindle. Dropping it to the ground, he added,
“Actually, it is best we bathe all together so that if the sorceress strikes,
we will be checking each other’s backs, so to speak.”
Merlin noted
Jacob’s wide smile and reciprocated it. “Now that is a marvelous idea, Jacob.”
He began to remove his tight brown tunic and loose tights while he gave Pondora
a daring stare. “Well?”
Her eyes
widened as she ogled his bare chest. She did the same to Jacob. Her gaze
followed them as they slid off the rest of their clothing. Stark naked, they
stood there waiting for her to do the same.
“Well?”
Merlin repeated with a lifted brow, daring her.
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