Friday, January 30, 2009

Moonlight and Magic by Mina Carter

Moonlight & Magic
by Mina Carter

cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-158-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage
Length: Novella

Moonlight & Magic isn’t your average club. Proudly marketed as a paranormal club, it boasts demon waiters and shifters as dancers, but none of these are as exotic as twins Daelas and Jaren, the club’s incubi owners.
Part Fae, Sage is looking for a demon. Not just any demon though, she wants a sex demon. She’s in for a disappointment, easily seeing through the glamour cast over the mainly mortal waiters. Then Daelas makes an appearance and decides, as soon as he lays eyes on her, that she is his.
However, the twins share everything, even their women. If one demon lover blows her mind, how is Sage going to cope with both?

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Daelas was bored.
Not a new feeling for the centuries-old demon, so he ignored it, trying to concentrate instead on the paperwork in front of him. He wasn’t doing so well. For some reason the club accounts, which normally kept him riveted, just weren’t holding his attention.
The numbers swam past his eyes as he chewed on the pencil in his hand. The wood cracked under his teeth, snapping him back to the present. He looked at the ruined end of the pencil and dropped it back into the pot in exasperation, picking a metal-barreled pen instead.
He needed to get laid. He was an incubus so that went without saying. He hadn’t seen any action for months. There were always other problems to take care of or his brother’s latest madcap scheme to clear up. Anyone would think he was years older than Jaren rather than just fifteen minutes. He sighed in resignation and shook his head to get rid of the buzz trying to settle behind his eyes.
He flopped back in his chair and turned it to face the club below, the one-way glass allowing him to see but not be seen. Like most weekends, it was busy. The throng of humanity below all sought something, be it amusement, companionship or darker deeds, conducted deeper in the shadows.
Pen tapping against his thigh, he looked down over the club, a brooding expression on his face as he tried to isolate the cause of the buzzing. No one brooded as well as a demon, and no demon brooded as well as Daelas. Well, apart from Jaren. The jury was still out on which brother brooded better.
The cacophony of human thought rising from the packed club below battered at Daelas’ mind. He was used to it. Usually he just ignored it, like a horse would a fly. When he wanted to, he could filter through the noise and latch onto just one set of thoughts, reading the emotions and desires of the human they belonged to. It was the way his species hunted: drawing their victims into their web to play on their thoughts and needs, seducing them to feed off their sexual energy.
Some, like Daelas, were so adept at it, so skilled at weaving their web around their victims, that all they had to do was crook a finger and their prey fell at their knees. Which was wonderful for stroking his male ego but it got lonely after a while. Just once he’d like a woman to see him for himself, rather than have her eyes glaze over when he got within a foot of her. To have a conversation… Longing hit him. To be able have a conversation with a woman without knowing he could click his fingers and have her under his spell would be wonderful.
But for that he’d need a woman with some sort of paranormal blood, or even a female demon. He shuddered, the thought exciting him a little even as it repulsed him. He didn’t want a female of his kind anywhere near him. Even if the chances of him and Jaren meeting their soul mate out here in the mortal world were slim, it was still preferable to getting saddled with a female sex demon for the rest of eternity. Beautiful and deadly but with the morals of an alley cat, a succubus would only destroy everything he and Jaren had built here.
Absently his gaze wandered over the full dance floor, sweeping the rest of the club. With ease born of practice he picked out the trouble spots, noting they were all clear. Everything seemed to be running like clockwork down there. He sighed a combination of relief and regret. He was bored. He wanted something to happen. Anything.
Then he felt it. Amongst the throng of humanity choking up the “airwaves” there was something else. The buzzing intensified, settling behind his eyes like a bad headache.
“Well, heeeello, what have we here?” he murmured, sitting forward with interest as he tried to isolate the feeling. It wasn’t human, that was for sure. Whatever species, it was alluring, lingering on the periphery of his senses, like trying to catch sight of something out of the corner of his eye.
A haunting feeling, similar to the sense of loss after harp strings had been stroked and the music had died away, filled him. “Where are you?” he whispered into the silent office, his sharp eyes riveted on the club below. “What are you?”

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