In the village of La Souf, Jean Louis is known as “Black Magic Man,” but his feats of magic as a sorcerer are nothing compared to the abilities he keeps hidden from human eyes. Jean Louis is under the tutelage of a Master Magician, and telepathy is only one of his many talents. It’s a talent that leads him to beautiful, sensual Solange Esnard, who instantly triggers all Jean’s primal urges. He recognizes in Lange the spirit of his long-gone love, but convincing her of that will take every bit of skill and talent he has, maybe even his death.
Solange has known about the powers of the Black Magic Man ever since she was a child. She has no reason to believe she would attract the attention of one, especially one as powerful as Jean Louis. She is happily married and loves her husband to death. When she is subjected to the unwelcome attention of Jean Louis, will she be strong enough to pit her will against that of a Black Magic Man? Only love, true cunning, and a bit of luck may possibly prove her successful in this battle for the one she love.
One Christmas Eve, five years ago, James Lorde lost the love of his life in a freak drowning accident. His wife’s body was never recovered, and since that night, he’s been in a depression, both grieving and clinging to hope that she lives.
It’s Christmas Eve, and the depression is especially hard this time of year. He gets only a small measure of relief when he’s near the water that stole her away from him because, somehow, he feels her presence on the beach. His family thinks he’s losing his mind when he tells them he feels her out there, but that is the reason he bought the home where he currently resides. He wants to give her a way home.
On this Christmas day, it feels as if his wife is in the home with him. In a fit of desperation, unable to remain in the house, he takes off running toward the beach. As he starts to run, he feels someone running alongside him, but there is no one there when he looks. Thinking he has definitely gone over the edge, he begins running backward, hoping to catch evidence of whomever is following him.
And there they were, two footsteps next to his in the sand. He is so shocked by this that he keeps running, looking for the footsteps, but before he can focus on them, the waves wash them away. Running backward, he trips over an obstacle in his path. Turning around, he is not prepared for the sight that greets him, as he is now left to wonder, can even loved ones find their way home, at Christmas….?
Newly married, Todd Montgomery was happy with his life. He had a job he loved and a wife he adored, life couldn’t be better. Or so he thought, until he became the obsession of a White Magic Woman. His work as a research scientist took him all over the world, but now stationed on the tiny island of St. Lucia in the Caribbean, he had become the night-time plaything of one of the most powerful sorceress on the island. Simonia was passionately in love with her husband, Todd, and lived for the moments they could spend together, whenever he got a break from his demanding job. But, when on one of his trips home, he could not perform his husbandly duties; Simonia was beside herself. She thought he was cheating on her.
Not knowing how to handle such deception, Simonia became very despondent and cold to her husband. But when Todd came home suddenly and told her he was the object of a sorceress’ obsession and it had gotten so bad, he had to leave his job and return home to seek help. She believed him, especially since the witch had followed him all the way to New South Wales. Todd was helpless to fight the witch it was up to Simonia to save her man, and her marriage. Together these two lovers set out on an adventure of a life time, to capture and destroy a powerful witch who was hell bent on destroying their marriage. Will they succeed against the power of evil?…
Inspired by a true story.
Syria Warrington came home one afternoon and found an old black top hat on her front step, being an antique enthusiast; she did not hesitate to take it into her home. But bringing this hat into her home unknowingly exposed her and her family to the spirit that called this hat home. That very night, strange things began taking place in her home. First came footsteps following by erotic dreams, then came the seductive perverted desires and unholy blood lust of the dead seducing the living. Were her experiences real or imagined? Was she being seduced by an Incubus?…
There was no denying the immediate and powerful physical attraction I felt for Jeff O’Mallery; it was palpable. I was surprised to find him behind the counter at O’Mallery’s antique shop, and not his seventy-year-old father. This was the first time I had come face to face with Jeff. I’ve visited the shop a number of times, but have only caught brief glimpses of him, and that’s only if I’d happened to go into the storage area where most of the pre-sale items were kept. They were mere glimpses, because without fail he would disappear into one of the many storage rooms back there. Standing this close to him was quite disconcerting. He was strangely compelling. I felt the heat flood my face, which felt flushed, as though with a fever, heat flooded my body as I reacted to him. My nipples had ruched up something terrible. They had gotten so stiff that they were almost painful against my bra. I was a bit embarrassed by the way my body reacted to this man, so I just stood there, praying he didn’t notice the effect he had on me.
Just when I thought I would get away with it, he looked pointedly at my breasts, and then allowed his eyes to travel slowly from my breasts to my face, with an expression on his face that was almost made it seem like he was leering. Embarrassment rendered me speechless for a moment; to cover my shame I immediately shifted into business mode.
“Where is your father,” I asked him.
“He had to step out for a bit,” he responded.
“When will he be returning?”
“What’s the matter Ms. Warrington, are you uncomfortable with my helping you?” he asked.
“That’s not it. I answered hurriedly; I’m used to working with your father, so I’ll come back another day when he’s available.”
I was trying very hard to downplay my reaction to him. As a happily married woman, I had no business lusting after another man. That afternoon, I discovered something new about me that I didn’t know existed—there was an inquisitive side to me. And the mantra of being a happily married woman did not matter one iota. I could repeat the mantra of being a happily married woman until the cows came home, but my body wasn’t buying it. I had to make a super-human effort to drag my mind out of the gutters, where it insisted on going. I concentrated on the matter at hand, if only to preserve my dignity and tried to school my thoughts as I completed my purchase……….