Force of Magick

Dennison Scott is destined to succumb to his dark magick unless he finds and takes his empathic mate, a female born into the prophecy. But this earth witch has already forged a bond with his current lover, Jake that he has no intention of breaking. Curse or no curse.

When both Denn and Jake begin to fantasize about a dark-haired witch, the real trouble begins.

Raven is a witch and a bounty hunter willing to sell her power to the highest bidder, even the enemy. Until she tried to kill one of the Scott twins which left her on the brink of death. Now with her magick bound and captive to two men, she is more vulnerable than ever and she has to decide whether to trust in the impossible or fight for the life she thought she was destined for.

Publisher: Gypsy Ink Books

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An Excerpt From: Force of Magick

Copyright © Eliza Gayle, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Gypsy Ink Books

Raven’s back bowed up and away from the bed as she fought desperately against her restraints. Cries of anguish tore from her mouth as Denn watched her helplessly. Night after night she’d suffered nightmares to the point he had to restrain her for fear she might hurt herself. She should have awakened by now. Physically her body was ready, but something—some mental anguish, he would guess—kept her asleep.

“She’s at it again, huh?” Jake’s smooth voice at his ear startled him from his thoughts.

“Yes, and I don’t know what more I can do for her. It’s frustrating as hell.”


“You’ve done a lot already, as much as you can. I assume even a witch as powerful as the great Dennison Scott has some limits that only nature can resolve.”

Denn smiled at Jake’s words. The man had a way of knowing exactly what he was thinking. “There’s something about her.”

“I can see that. You’ve been walking around here for days trying to hide the hard-on in your pants every time you come from this room.”

“Don’t be crass, Jake. She’s been ill, and I’m doing all I can to heal her. Besides, it’s not as if I’m going to forget she almost killed my brother.”

Jake shrugged. “Yeah that’s true, but some things you can’t control. You’ve learned that lesson by now.”

“Don’t go looking for something that isn’t there, Jake.”

“You’re just lying to yourself now. She fucking turns you on and you know it.” The hard edge to his words surprised Denn.

“Not jealous, are you?”

“Fuck you,” Jake snarled.


“Look whose being crass now. Not to mention defensive. Exactly how attracted to her are you?”

Denn sighed, letting his shoulders relax. He didn’t want to think about Jake’s words and what they meant. His concern for the witch only stemmed from the fact that her condition hadn’t improved by much. She fluctuated day to day. Most days when he looked in on her, her color would be improved and her body shifted restlessly as if she was trying to wake up, but then by the time he got through with a physical exam she’d be still and pale, looking worse than before he started. He didn’t get it. However, these fluctuations were all good reasons to explain the amount of time he spent with her on a day-to-day basis. Simple as that.

“I’m just concerned about her, Jake. She should be awake by now. I’m not going to deny that being near her, touching her stirs something inside me every time I touch her, but it’s not a big deal. I mean, look at her. She’s a beautiful woman and I’m not completely immune to that fact.”

“Uh huh. Not a big deal. Gotcha.”

Denn gave the witch on the bed one last glance before turning to look at Jake. They were about the same height, but the similarities between them stopped there. Where he was dark haired with a fair complexion, Jake had sun lightened brown hair and tanned skin. They both worked out in the gym together nearly everyday, but Jake was a runner. He left the house each morning at the crack of dawn for a long run alone through the French quarter. Denn understood Jake’s need for solace. New Orleans was an exciting city that buzzed constantly with energy that pulled people in every direction. In the early morning hours Jake could find a quiet peace within the city he dearly loved. What Jake didn’t realize was the energy he exuded when he returned. It crackled across his aura and urged Denn to partake.

“You really do sound jealous, Jake.” Denn stepped closer as he watched the spark of anger in Jake’s eyes. His lover didn’t enjoy being called on his emotions, and Denn couldn’t resist pushing his buttons every chance he got. A riled up Jake fresh from a run came with some incredible benefits.

“Stop doing that, Denn, you know it pisses me off.”

“Stop doing what?” He took another step closer, bringing their bodies mere inches away from each other. Sexual energy radiated off of Jake, making his own dick even harder, if that was possible. Jake was right about one thing, touching the witch gave him a raging hard-on that he desperately needed to ease.

“You are such a bastard, Denn.”

“Yeah, and you love every minute of it, don’t you?” He reached down and cupped Jake’s hard cock through the flimsy material of his jogging shorts. He rubbed the silky material along the sensitive underside of Jake’s shaft until his eyes rolled back in his head. “It’s not like you could hide anything in these pants if you wanted to.”

Jake groaned as he leaned his head back against the doorframe.  Goddess, how he loved watching Jake’s reactions every time he touched him. It had taken them a long time to get to this point. Prior to meeting, neither had taken a man as a lover, and they’d fought the natural attraction between them as long as they could until one night, alone here in his house after a night of partying on Bourbon Street, they’d devoured each other in the wildest, shred the sheets on the bad, tear the house apart night of sex Denn had ever experienced. Amazingly they had both woke the next day with no regrets and had shared the same bed every night since. A fact he hadn’t yet shared with his brothers, who thought he lived alone. Even Cash hadn’t slowed down long enough to realize how close he and Jake were, and now with Raven here fucking with his body he didn’t know what to think. The woman had tried to kill his older brother so the attraction he felt messed with his head even more.

He still needed Jake, and his body was screaming for him now, but something about the damn witch drew him as well, and Jake knew it. He needed to forget her right now and concentrate on Jake.

Denn stripped his lover of his shorts causing Jake’s dick to pulse against his hand. With his clothing gone, the man looked like a golden warrior with his thick length jutting out proudly, and damned if he didn’t want a taste.

Denn slipped to his knees while his hands roamed Jake’s hips and buttocks, before cupping his ball sac with a tight squeeze. The groan from Jake rumbled through his chest and spurred him to keep going. Denn slipped his hand between Jake’s ass cheeks, taking a slow leisure path until he found the tight, sensitive hole he sought and tapped lightly against it, knowing he would drive the other man crazy.

“Denn, please,” he pleaded.

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“Pentacles of Magick is a powerful story full of lust, jealousy, forgiveness, and love. I can’t wait to read the last brother Noah’s tale.” ~ Night Owl Erotica