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Storms and Crones (Dragon Thief Book 5)

Millie and her handsome fiancé Ben Castle are finally achieving a long-sought goal: to reach the ancestral home of his mother’s people, Rookwood Manor.

Storms and Crones (Dragon Thief Book 5)

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Incubus Among Us #5

Liz Monroe finds herself unpleasantly popular among her enemies. The men in black return to purify her, and her evil boss conspires to jail her. To make matters worse she can’t control the lust she feels for the male of the species, and a practice run with a borrowed young male turns into a bruising knockout for her. Will her powers consume her, or will her enemies do her in first? Can she continue to resist David’s pleas for her to join him, or will she give herself to him and allow herself to fall into the sensual abyss of immortality?


I went to bed, and the next morning I arose feeling better than ever. I sat up and stretched my arms. The sun shone brightly into my room and warmed me. That is, until I noticed that seated at the end of my bed was Mo doing his usual staring-unblinkingly-at-me act. I grinned and swept aside the covers so they flew over him. The sheets went through his body and plopped themselves on the bed beneath him.
I glared at him. "That's cheating," I scolded as I hopped out of bed.
"Tactics isn't cheating," he argued.
"It's cheating if you want some of my milk," I threatened him.
His tail twitched, as did his whiskers. "You have a way with threats," he commented.
I slipped into my work clothes and grinned at him. "I do, don't I? Must be the succubus in me."
I swept from the room with Mo at my heels. "You're in a good mood today," he mused.
"Probably because I feel great.


It's like all the stress is off my shoulders and I'm back to my old self again," I mused. I paused and glanced down at my enlarged breasts. "Well, most of me is back to my old self."
"No stretching sensations?" he wondered.
I plopped myself at the kitchen table and he followed to seat himself on the table top. "Nope." I paused and my narrowed eyes flickered to him. "Why? Is that a bad sign?"
He shrugged. "That depends on what path of fate you intended to choose."
"The one where I don't die a horrible death," I told him as I dove into my bowl of cereal.
"Then you've chosen David?" he guessed.
I paused and glared at him over my dripping spoon. "I've chosen to have him help me figure out how to work this succubus thing."
Mo chuckled. "I see, but I wonder if you do."
"I see that I'm going to be late for work because I'm talking to a cat. I'll see you later," I replied as I pushed my bowl to the side.
I hurried through a few odds and ends. I stuffed the doll into a bag for transport back to Magnus' house, the locket was safely in my pocket, and I went to work feeling better than ever. The trip to work was uneventful, and I dared go into the elevator. The quarters were close, and the occupants were mostly men. I kept the doll far from my body for this experiment, and was relieved when the men didn't even cast their eyes in my direction. I was the ugly duckling once more, and I puffed up my feathers in pride at the symbol of non-sexiness that I represented.
I stepped off the elevator feeling as light as a feather and as happy as a clam. The men ignored me as I swept through the halls and landed with a full twirl into my computer chair inside the sanctity of my cubicle. I tossed the bag with the doll onto the floor beside me and slumped down in my chair with a heavy, happy sigh.
I jumped up when Ann swung her head inside my cubicle and the rest of her remained in the hall. "Good morning!" she piped up.
"Don't do that!" I scolded her.
She had a wide smile on her face as she stretched her neck so her head inched closer to me. My friend cupped her hand around her lips and lowered her voice. "Do you really have a talking cat?" she whispered.
My eyes narrowed and my jaw tightened. I'd been betrayed. "Tiffany-"
"Told me? Yeah, but don't blame her too much. I really pleaded to know what happened and she-well, she told me everything over the phone," Ann explained.
I cringed. "Everything?" I repeated.
I groaned, clasped my hands on the top-back of my head, and lay my forehead on the desk. There went my perfect day. "Just my luck I have the chattiest best friends in the world," I grumbled.
Ann looked around the office and slipped into my cubicle. She rubbed my shoulders. "If it's any consolation we both agreed not to tell anyone else," she told me.
I snorted. "Yeah, great consolation. . ." I muttered.
"At least you have someone to talk to about your problems," she pointed out.
I sighed and lifted my head. "Yeah, just when I'm getting them all handled." I glanced under my desk at the doll in the bag. "Or I will after work today."
Ann followed my gaze and her eyes widened. "Is that the doll?" she whispered.
I nodded. "Yep, the one and only little me."
She scrutinized my face. "So are you-um, are you using it right now, or no more troubles?" she wondered.
I shook my head. "No more troubles. Actually, I don't really feel all that uncontrollable today. It's almost like me accepting David's help kind of-I don't know, kind of lifted all the emotional and sexual strain inside me."
Ann smiled a knowing smile. "Maybe it's because you know you love him now."
I blushed and turned away from her. "It's not like that at all. I'm just-well, just making sure he makes up for doing this to me," I argued.
She giggled and patted me on the back. "Even if you do become this sucky-thing, never stop being a terrible liar."
"Succubus, and I am NOT in love with David," I corrected her.
She pressed her lips together, but her eyes danced with mischief. "All right, but could I ask just a teensy favor from you? Pretty please?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Let me guess, you want to see the training tonight, too?"
My friend clasped her hands and fervently nodded. "Please? I promise I won't say a word!"
I snorted. "Don't make promises you can't keep." Her lower lip trembled and I rolled my eyes. "Why not? The more the merrier. At this rate I might charge admission and become a millionaire overnight."
Ann clapped her hands and bounced up and down. "Yay!" Her joyous scene caught the attention of the rest of the floor. People stood and peeked over the tops and entrances to their cubicles to see what the fuss was about.
I wheeled over to Ann, grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her back into reality. "A little less happy, a little more quiet," I hissed.
She sheepishly grinned. "Sorry. Anyway, I'd better go. See you later!" She gave her farewell and swept from my cubicle.
Ann left me with a conundrum that had been started by Mo. Was I really in love with David? Could it be that that was what my succubus had wanted all along, my acceptance of his love? Could I have been foolishly stubborn all this time and not seen what my true feelings were in all my panicking and anger?
"Nah. . ." I muttered as I got to work.

The work day flew by like a restful dream, and a few minutes before five Ann appeared at the mouth of my domain. "Tiffany told me you were going to practice with David tonight at six, right?"
I rolled my eyes. "Was there anything she didn't tell you?" I wondered.
She tilted her head back and furrowed her brow for a moment before she shook her head. "I don't remember, but if there is I wouldn't know," she pointed out.
The clocks on the floor showed thirty seconds till five. I stood and snatched the handles of the doll bag. "Yeah, the practice is at six, but first I have to do some errands. I'll meet you at my place some time around then," I told her as I swept past my friend.
"See you later!" she waved to me.
I'd told David I wanted to practice at six. That gave me just an hour to do what I needed to do, and that was return the doll. I drove to the cemetery, and wasn't surprised when a slinky form slunk from behind one of the first gravestones I came upon.
"You made good time," Mo commented as he trotted alongside me.
I snorted. "You know I was speeding," I quipped.
"Eager to see David?" he teased.
"Eager to get my money back," I countered.
"Uh-huh, and I'm a mouse," he returned.
"Don't look in the mirror or you might try hunting yourself," I teased.
We came to the brush path and I pushed through the mess to Magnus' clearing. The old man sat outside, in the snow, atop a towel. He wore only a loincloth that left little to the imagination. His eyes were closed and he was perfectly still. He was either meditating, or had turned into a human popsicle sitting out in this snowy weather. I stopped two yards short of him and cringed when I saw how blue was his exposed skin. There was also the problem of seeing his pasty, nightmare-inducing skeletal frame. My eyes flickered down to Mo and my voice lowered to a whisper.
"You don't think he's-"
"-dead? Not likely," Magnus spoke up.
I started and stumbled back so my rear fell into the snow. "Did somebody forget to tell me it was Scare the Liz Day?" I yelled at my evil companions.
Magnus opened his eyes and chuckled. "Nervousness is a sign you're hiding something from yourself," he scolded.
"Or maybe it's a sign everyone's trying to drive me to a nervous breakdown," I countered as I stood and brushed myself off. I held out the bag with the doll. "I wanted to-"
"-return it? This devilish thing already told me," Magnus commented as he nodded at Mo.
I whipped my head to Mo. "Are all of my friends gabbers?" I growled.
Mo took a seat in the snow and shrugged his tiny shoulders. "I wanted to convince Magnus to return your money."
"No refunds if the product works!" Magnus spoke up.
I rolled my eyes and tossed the bag at him. It fell into his lap and nearly toppled him backwards as he did me. "You two are really impossible, you know that?"
Mo raised his tail in the air and sauntered over to stand beside Magnus. The pair glanced at each other, and then looked to me. "This cat here told me what you decided, too," Magnus added. His eyes looked unblinkingly into mine. "You sure you made the right choice?"
"You mean about the training?" I asked him.
"About the incubus," he rephrased.
I shrugged and folded my arms. "I don't know. Maybe I'll go see Madam Curie and find out what her fortune tells me. She hasn't been wrong yet."
Magnus wrinkled his nose. "That old bat and her cards always stealing business. . ." he muttered.
I smiled and moved so I stood in front of him. I leaned down and pecked a kiss on his forehead. My quiet voice broke through the astonished air. "Thank you for the help. I really couldn't have gotten as far as I did without it," I told him.
I moved away and saw that Magnus' face was aglow with a bright blush and his eyes were wide. He shook himself and narrowed his eyes. "Well, don't mention it to anyone. I don't want people coming by with every sob story in the book thinking they can get a discount because I've gone soft."
Mo snorted. "That will never be a concern of yours," he commented.
"Quiet, you devil," Magnus growled.
I smiled and shook my head. "You two would make a perfect married couple," I teased.
"Perish the thought!" Magnus insisted.
Mo's tail twitched. "Insulting. . ." he mumbled.
I laughed and stepped towards the path. "Well, you two behave. I'm not going to be coming around here every day now to supervise your fights."
Magnus drooped a little. "I have other curiosities and useful items you might be interested in, so don't be a stranger. I'll. . .I'll even give you a good price," he choked out. That was how I learned Magnus cared about me.
"I'm not going to be gone forever, just not everyday. I promise I'll come back soon to prevent you two from killing each other," I swore. I waved goodbye and slipped into the brush.


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