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Renn Reviews For HOWLING MAGIC by Belita Renn "Howling Magic is a compelling story of one woman, her sexual curiosity and the conflicts that come from that curiosity. The chemistry between Gale and her werewolf is intense.... I guarantee you'll want to find out more about these fascinating characters and their story." - Trang Black, Ecataromance Reviews The reader finds themselves watching with baited breath the ebb and flow of these two people and hoping that they come together as they should. I was caught up with the story from the excerpt and Ms. Renn didn't disappoint me. ~Donna, Fallen Angel Reviews Sample Chapter For HOWLING MAGIC by Belita Renn Targu, Romania 1895 It was forbidden to interact with them. Gale sat in the thick leaves of the Silver Leaf tree watching the beautiful man bathing in the pond at the bottom of the rise. The tree was positioned near the top of the gently sloping hillside, a perfect location to observe without being seen. He believed himself to be alone and was completely uninhibited as he gently cleaned his manhood. Because of his large hands, she was unable to see everything, but it was clear to her what he was doing as he stood with his hands moving in his pelvic area. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she watched the rippling play of muscles on his broad chest and across his wide shoulders as he turned this way and that to reach down his long legs. Without fur, his body appeared to be built the same as the bodies of the Fey men, though his muscles definitely seemed denser, which she guessed would explain the speed and agility of his kind, the Lukos. He stood thigh-deep in the water and rubbed sand over his flesh, then sat and rinsed in the water to swish away the dirt. Gale’s heart fluttered as the man climbed from the water onto the flat rock platform and rubbed an orange peel over his flesh. She could easily imagine the enticing citrus scent from his body filling her lungs. She watched his muscles flex and form a washboard as he rubbed the orange peel slowly down his flat stomach. She envisioned what it would feel like to have the kind of power he had in his body at her command, to be able to run swiftly through the trees and leap obstacles in her path. She could almost feel the wind blowing through her hair and caressing her cheeks as she jumped a ravine with the confidence that the opposite side could easily be reached. He stretched out on his back then spread his legs and braced his head in his palms, letting the sun’s heat dry his skin. Her eyes memorized his contours and planes. He was perfect in form, sculptured and hard. She appreciated the genius of the artist who had wrapped tender flesh around that hard, appealing structure. Gale didn’t know how the Lukos managed to shed their protective coat to shape-shift into human form. While they claimed to be wolves, everyone called them werewolves because of their ability to take on human form. The thick fur that normally covered his body while he ran through the jungle wasn’t present. Although Gale admired the abundant pelage that protected his flesh from the stickers in the woods, seeing him now with his flesh exposed stunned her. His naked beauty literally froze her mind and she could think of nothing else. She focused her eyes on the thick manhood that lay against his inner thigh for a few moments, wondering if it worked the same as the organs of the Fey men. It certainly appeared to be the same, perhaps a little larger in girth and length. An aspiring artist, Gale was extremely curious about the structure of the body. Also, it was a good excuse if she got caught peeking. Like her aunt, a very talented artist in her own right, Gale enjoyed touching, watching, and analyzing everything around her. Her mind was always sifting information she learned, making logical conclusions and cataloging for future needs. Talen, one of the Fey men, said she was just nosy, but he had removed his clothing and allowed her to touch his torso to discover what a man’s body felt like. The silken texture of his smooth skin had only served to increase her curiosity. Exploring his body with her fingertips, she had enjoyed touching him, but she hadn’t felt the same thrill she was experiencing now. She sat still to prevent being noticed between the leaves and craned her neck to change her angle of view. Her gaze slowly slid over the man’s flat stomach up to the broad chest, and she longed to touch the werewolf’s flesh. His chest moved with each calm breath he took. Her gaze slid from that broad chest up to the hard planes of his face. His eyes were closed so she risked moving a few leaves to get a better view. His lips were full and his nose straight with a slight hump in the middle. Long dark eyelashes brushing his cheeks matched his dark brown hair. The hair brushed back over his head was damp from the water and glistened in the sunlight. His wide brow had tiny indentations and he looked to be pondering something important. |