Legendary Tails II
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Awards

  • Romance Junkies 5 Blue Ribbon Award
  • 2005 CAPA Nominee, Best Erotic Anthology

Love Spell

Lucy Wilson wants to get carried away. Literally. The inept witch has a history of relationship failure. Without passion, she fears she won’t find lasting love. To prove that she’s the object of his desire, she wants a man who will capture her body and her heart.

Mitch Davis is too conservative and controlled to be the passionate lover she yearns for. After months of platonic dating, Lucy knows what she has to do. Give up on Mitch and go after the man who will be everything she needs—with a love spell that can’t go wrong. Or can it?

Available in print and ebook from Ellora’s Cave
Spanish Edition also available

Print ISBN: 1419951521

If you love bad boys and women that are more than their match, this is the anthology for you. – Romantic Times, 4 1/2 Stars

LOVE SPELL is an amazing story. It will put you under its spell. – Romance Junkies, 5 Blue Ribbons

Lucy and Mitch are fabulous characters. The emotional bond between them is easily visible. Ms. Teglia is a terrific writer who has penned a story of love and magic that left me sighing at the end. – Just Erotic Romance Reviews, 5 Stars

Love Spell by Charlene Teglia is a fantastically wonderful and amusing story. As usual, Ms. Teglia’s sex scenes were small doses of TNT and the tension was perfect. – eCataRomance Reviews, 5 Stars

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Copyright 2005 Charlene Teglia
Ellora’s Cave Publishing
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“What were you going to say?” Mitch asked when the waiter left.

She gripped her napkin again, crushing the folds of fabric in her fists. She stared down at her plate.

A feeling of foreboding gripped him. Lucy looked very serious.

The silence seemed to stretch out forever. Time slowed and the sounds of other diners receded into the distance. There were only the two of them present, Lucy staring down and not speaking words he increasingly felt certain he did not want to hear.

And then she looked directly into his eyes and said them.

“I don’t want lunch. I don’t want to see you, ever again. I want to leave now.”

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. He’d been rude and he knew it.

And this was exactly the result he’d intended, only he’d meant to be the one saying the words. Not so abruptly. He’d meant to let her down gently. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from asking her, “Why?”

She sighed, stuffed the napkin under the table along with her fisted hands and answered him. “Because I want things you can’t give me.”

“What things?”

“Things,” Lucy mumbled, evading the question.

“You’re dumping me,” Mitch stated. There was nothing to lose now by being blunt. To hell with Miss Manners. “I think you at least owe me an explanation. What things, Lucy?”

She looked furtively around the restaurant to see if anybody else was seated within hearing distance. Nobody was, but she leaned forward and pitched her voice low just to be safe. “I was married once, you know.”

Not what Mitch expected to hear, but in fact he had known. It wasn’t a secret. It wasn’t unusual, either. Divorces happened.

He shrugged. “So?”

“So my ex was like you. Very conservative. He didn’t approve of me, and…” Lucy’s eyes were starting to swim with emotion and Mitch wanted to find her ex so he could plant a fist in the man’s mouth for making her cry.

“And he didn’t want me,” Lucy went on. “I didn’t excite him. I didn’t interest him. I was just not what he wanted. Not enough for him. And I divorced him because I couldn’t take living with that, and now I’m dating you and it’s like I’m living it all over again.”

Lucy sat up straighter, which made her full breasts move under the thin gauzy fabric in a way Mitch deeply appreciated. “I don’t deserve to be with somebody who doesn’t want me, Mitch. Physically. I’m talking about desire. I have needs.”

Mitch could understand that she had needs of her own. He had needs he was entirely too aware of whenever she was around, but she was on a roll now. The words had apparently been building up inside her for some time and they were pouring out faster and faster.

“I don’t want platonic dating,” Lucy was saying. “I don’t want to spend my time with a conservative suit who’s too afraid of getting wrinkled to kiss me. I want a man who will get wrinkled. Or better yet, naked. I want sex. I want a man who will break into my room in the middle of the night because he’s dying to have me. I want a pirate who will kidnap me and drag me off to his ship for immoral purposes and give me a choice between being eaten by sharks or eaten by him.”

He was paralyzed by her words, which was a good thing because otherwise Mitch would be tempted to give her exactly what she wanted, right there, on top of the table, in the middle of the restaurant.

He could throw her down, rip off her panties, drive his tongue into her and make her scream out her release while the other diners watched in shock if that was what she wanted, because only the fear that Lucy didn’t want him the same way he wanted her had kept him in check up until now. Well, that and the fear of legal reprisals. Okay, that, the fear of legal reprisals, and a strong desire not to torpedo his career.

“I want to be wanted, Mitch, can you understand that? I want to make a man insane with passion. I want him to drag me off by my hair to fuck me until I’m incapable of running away and do it so well I would never want to. And don’t you dare laugh at me.” Lucy stood abruptly and threw down her napkin. “I don’t ever want to see you again.”

And because he was still paralyzed by her words, by the image of himself as the pirate taking her captive, or maybe as the Neanderthal dragging her off, she got away. She was gone before he’d recovered himself enough to motion for the check and go after her.