Who says trick-or-treating is strictly for the kids?
Welcome to the Howloween Blog Hop! 270+ authors….TONS of goodies to be won. So put on your costumes (or PJs whatever 
) and go a knockin’ a each of the blogs participating in this Howloween blog hop.
Starts on October 26th and ends Monday, October 29th at Midnight.
My prize is a $10 Starbucks gift card and all you need to do to enter is comment on any of my posts throughout the hop and you are tossed in the hat (your name-not you per say lol). Please leave an email address so if you win I have a way to contact you in regards to your prize. I will have random.org pick the winner Tuesday Oct. 30th.
To find the list of participants, please go to
http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/
Today I am giving you a taste into Fiery Magic, Devon Falls 3, my dragon shifter story
My shifters are a little different…..each can control their shift and are not seduced by the moon or anything.
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Can two former lovers find it in themselves to forgive one another and let love grow between them? Or will past secrets haunt them and tear them apart?
The stars twinkled brightly in the night sky and with a full moon out, he decided to walk through town before heading home. A breeze ruffled his hair lightly as he sauntered down the street. A light on at the Dew Drop Café caught his gaze and a shadow walked past the window. He jogged lightly across the street and almost fell through the glass pane at the sight of Alicia, weaving her way around the cases. He watched the way she moved, fluid-like and with a grace that he could never find, no matter how hard he tried with the other women. Her red hair hung in a loose ponytail that he suddenly itched to take down. His eyes widened when her lush, voluptuous body had him aching to see her in all its natural glory. Hers was the most desirable body he had ever seen. The blood rushed to his cock, straining the front of his jeans.
He whistled softly. He never thought she would become a woman that looked so voluptuous and sexy! It was quite an eye-opener, especially when she bent over to clean the case of pastries and her jeans tightened around her rounded ass. Groaning at the vision in front of him, his blood burning with a need to possess her, Damien tried to still his racing lust. When he left her, she still had that coltish look of a young lady on the verge of womanhood. To see her like this, so lush and desirable, it made him sad to know he wasn’t the one to see her grow into being the woman he knew she could be. What man wouldn’t be lucky to have her as a mate and mother of his children?
Watching her dance to a tune only she could hear focused Damien’s attention on the way she moved. As he watched her dance around the cases and tables, he found himself longing to dance with her. Thinking how her body would curve around his made him shudder with a hot need that had him rock-hard and aching for something that he hoped he could experience again — if she didn’t kick him in the balls first and then toss him out the door.
The lights dimmed, and then went off. A moment later, he heard a car start and drive off. He sighed at the loneliness he felt even more acutely. Damien resumed walking, thoughts racing through his brain like a wildfire out of control. Why can’t I just go in and talk to her? Am I being an utter ass, thinking she will welcome me with opens arms? I have to see her, touch her, explain things, and hope she will forgive me enough to give us another try. This time I won’t leave her and fly to parts unknown. I will do whatever it takes for her to trust me again and give me another chance. I know I screwed up big time. But I am going to fight for her and the love I hope is still there.
