Gorgeous, powerful
warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a
dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky
barge, The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to
love hasn’t materialized.
Beautiful, sexy, Darian
O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long
ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell
that will bring him the love of a handsome man.
As soon as he sets eyes on
Indigo, his heart races and his body betrays his pent up needs.
Here is the man of his dreams. What can Darian do as the warlock gathers
his magic to cast a spell that will bring him another man?
His
thoughts halted as a man stepped into his path halfway across the wooden bridge
to the rear of the castle outer gardens. Shock sped through Darian. Time stood
still filled only with sounds—the rush of the water beneath the bridge and the
slap of a loose canvas door on a small marquee nearby. Darian expected robbery
or a beating, or worse. He froze, waiting for the man to reveal his intentions.
The
man pulled his hood down.
“Indigo
Vaughn.” Darian breathed the name.
“I
am. What are you doing here, lurking at the rear of the castle?”
Darian’s
stomach lurched with attraction and fear. He gazed at Indigo. He delighted in
the lush dark hair, just long enough to give the warlock a dashing air, the
piercing ice-blue eyes glinting sapphire in the last shimmer of light from the
fireworks, the hot muscled body beneath the warrior’s leather jerkin, and
Darian’s cock shot into an erection. He took a chance. “I knew you’d be
patrolling here and I’m desperate to see you, talk with you, as, as just men,
who, who like each other.” His brave words faltered and his voice dropped to a
whisper.
A
long moment of silence followed.
He
thought Indigo was about to strike him, but the handsome warlock raised his
hand, took hold of Darian’s hood, and pushed it from his face.
“Darian
O’Harr.” Surprise rang in Indigo’s voice.
“I
mean what I say. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Indigo
ran his fingertips down Darian’s cheek and rubbed the pad of his thumb across
his lips.
Darian’s
breath caught. The touch closed his eyes as lust rampaged over him.
Indigo
moved his hand to Darian’s head, running his fingers among Darian’s hair.
Slowly he brought his head to Darian’s.
The
air between their faces sparked with desire and Darian moved to meet Indigo’s
lips. The kiss nearly brought Darian to his knees.
Copyright E.D. Parr , Evernight Publishing
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