Anya Bast

Today is the official release day of MIDNIGHT ENCHANTMENT, although it’s been floating around out there already. Thanks for all the emails from those who have already read and loved the book (and, dude, you read really fast).

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Excerpt from MIDNIGHT ENCHANTMENT….

She found herself at the edge of a campsite, a fire flickering merrily not far away. Standing, not making a sound, she moved from her place between two bushes and peered through the foliage at him.

She didn’t worry about being caught. Niall remained sadly deluded on this point, but he would never catch her. Watching him now she decided that was somewhat of a pity. Maybe being caught by this man wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to her.

He leaned up against a rock, blanket spread underneath him and the fire crackling and spitting near his booted feet. He had his eyes closed and his hands behind his head, looking restful . . . maybe just a little defeated. Her lips curled in a smile. His shirt was unbuttoned, giving her a glimpse of his muscular chest and a hint of his broad shoulders. This man was much stronger than her; no doubt about that—but she was faster and trickier.

He had dimples. She hadn’t noticed that before. They gave him a mischievous look. Her gaze traced the curve of his lips, and she wondered what his hands were like, wondered what his hands on her body might feel like.

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about this man in that way. He was her enemy. He wanted the pieces she was guarding and therefore, by default, his success meant her mother’s death. Still, she couldn’t help fantasizing about this man. She’d been doing it from the first night he’d tracked her down and she’d heard his voice in the darkness, caught the scent of him on the wind. It was true she lived a sheltered life, but she’d met plenty of men, mostly nature fae—this man was different. This one called to her in a primal way.

This one made her wonder what it would be like to slide naked down the length of him, to feel the cup of his big hands on her body and the fit of him between her thighs. Maybe it was just because he was the one man she could never have, or maybe there was something more substantial to her attraction.

Either way, it didn’t matter.

This was just fantasy. She couldn’t have this man. Not even for one night.

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NIALL OPENED HIS EYES, feeling the pressure of someone’s presence nearby. Elizabeth. It had to be.

He remained still, searching the area with his senses for her exact location. Once he thought he had it—she was right there, between those two bushes—he sprang to his feet and lunged for her.

A woman’s yelp. A flash of a long, peach-colored form. The softest brush of bare skin against his fingertips.

Then nothing.

He lay sprawled in the foliage, cursing under his breath, branches poking him in the side and leaves tickling his nose. Then he rolled onto his back. Sweet Danu, she’d been naked again. He rubbed his fingers together, recalling the lovely sensation of her skin.

He wanted more.

Winners!

The winner of her her choice from the first three books of the Dark Magick series is Deana! Congrats!

The grand prize winner of the $100 GC to the bookstore of her choice is Martie Evans, who got married for love (and that was really dumb, according to her). Congrats!

Both of you, please send me an email ~ anyabast(at)gmail.com

Thank you so much to everyone who made this contest such a success. I hope you all had a great time. I will get the prizes out as soon as I can. (I have a whole stack!)