The Spell You Cast
By Rushmore Judd and Erin O’Riordan
Smashwords Edition
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When Troy and Madeline meet there is instant chemistry. Troy falls for Madeline’s magic only to discover he is part of a much larger plan plotted by Madeline, an admitted witch, and her ‘sisters’. The sex is enchanting as Troy’s infatuation for Madeline becomes deeper even as she introduces him to the other women. Troy, clearly under her spell, manages to rise up to all that she throws at him.
The Spell You Cast
The women of my coven sat around my dining room table. I set a vodka and cranberry juice with a generous twist of lime down in front of our brunette sister, Monica. I set the next cocktail down in front of our raven-haired beauty, cocoa-skinned Vanessa, then served Jessica. She’d belonged to the coven before I had, and since she and I were both natural blondes, I’d chosen my strawberry soda pop shade of red to distinguish myself from her. I set the silver tray down, sat and took the last drink, enjoying my first sip.
“Where did you meet him?” Monica asked me as she squeezed her lime.
“I don’t remember.” They laughed, but it was true. Maybe I’d bumped into him at the supermarket or seen him at the gym. After two dates, I suppose I should have known, but that information was gone from my mind. It was unimportant; all that mattered was that I’d found him, I’d gained his interest, and he was the picture of physical perfection. I was on a mission.
“When do we get to meet him?” Vanessa asked.
“Soon,” I replied. “Our third date is Saturday night.”
“Saturday night?” Jessica asked with a slight note of alarm. “So soon? Do we even have time for the potion to brew between now and then?”
Vanessa placed her cocoa-colored hand on top of Jessica’s milky one. “Relax,” she said soothingly. “The timing is perfect. In fact, Saturday night coincides with the full moon.”
Monica finished her drink, set down her empty glass and said, “That’s why we made Vanessa in charge of the all-important calendar. Don’t get up, Madeleine; I’ll get the next round of drinks.” She picked up the tray, and by the time she went around the table, all four glasses were empty.
We took a few hours to socialize, catch up, drink and finish off the veggie pizza Vanessa brought. After midnight, we began the potion.
Jessica had brought a brand-new glass bowl, and we purified its energy with salt and mineral water. “Potion-making is a subtle art,” she reminded us as Monica ground a small amount of willow bark with my granite mortar and pestle. “If we don’t do this just right, some of the magic will be lost.”
“Are you sure you can go through with this?” Vanessa asked me. “I mean, it’s not like we’re really giving the guy a choice here.”
Jessica gave an exasperated sigh. “It’s not that simple,” she told Vanessa as she reached for a cinnamon stick. “It’s not as though we could actually make a ‘love potion’ like in the movies that could turn this guy into some kind of sex zombie.” We all giggled. “You’ll offer the food, he’ll eat it – if he chooses to – and the interplay of energies will be subtle. He’ll be drawn to you, but still able to make choices.”
“Will he be drawn to us?” Monica asked. Consciously or not, she traced the line of her cleavage across the top of her silver sweater. Her mind was on pleasures to come.
Jessica laughed. “It’ll depend on our chemistry, to some extent, and Madeleine will have the strongest pull for him – but yes, he’ll be attracted to all of us. We all gathered the ingredients, and there will be some of all of us in the potion.”
“Will he remember us afterwards?” Vanessa piped in.
“I don’t see how he could possibly forget,” Jessica answered, and we dissolved into laughter. This was a big moment for us; we didn’t choose the father of the next generation of witches every day.
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She was a witch – so she claimed. A good witch - but a witch nonetheless - who knew rituals, herbs, potions, spells. Our third date was just beginning. So far we had just engaged in some heavy petting on her doorstep. That’s how we ended the last date and it was hot I have to admit. Feeling her soft lips moving and massaging mine, our arms actively squeezing each other, hands crawling under cloth to touch flesh. Gawd, I got wood every time I remembered it. And it seems the past week that is was all I could think about.