Spicy Fae Books Novels & Stories

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

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Fear from the viral photo only made the pull stronger. Tatum turned fully toward her, eyes dark with a mix of emotions. “Then why does fighting with you feel so damn good? Why do I keep remembering how you taste and how you make me lose control?” Their gazes locked. The fear fueled the fire instead of killing it. In seconds, they scrambled to the backseat. Doors slammed shut. The windows started fogging up fast from their heavy breathing. Clothes came off in a desperate rush. Tops pushed up over breasts, pants shoved down around ankles. They stayed half-clothed, too impatient to wait. Skin met skin in the cramped space. Hands grabbed and explored with urgent need.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

Lucy asked between bites. “I own a bookstore in Mirial.” “Oh are you right next to the bakery? Mel’s I think it’s called.” I nodded. “Yes, that’s the one.” “You have the best selection!” Lucy exclaimed. “My sister loves poetry and I found a collection of Fae poems there that is now her favorite. I tell everyone about it.” “I’m so happy to hear that. Do you remember which book it was?” “Hmm, I think it was by something Sharpsbury.”

And yet, faeries didn’t care for time—they didn’t age. We were greeted by two women standing at the edge of the barrier. Calia was the first to turn toward us, her silver hair catching the light, shimmering like woven threads of moonlight. Her eyes narrowed as they landed on me, and a disdainful huff escaped her lips. "Honestly, I thought you'd be left behind to rest or something," she said, her voice dripping with mockery.

Heading up to the front counter, I find a kind looking librarian organizing returned books. “I’m sorry to bother you ma’am. I was wondering if you had any books on elf magic. Specifically red magic?” I ask with a touch of trepidation. Wilheim responded pretty intensely to my magic so I’m worried it might set this woman off too. “Oh dear, I don’t know of any elf magic that would be red in color. I would suggest going to the demon section. They are the only ones I know of that would contain red magic.” She says with a smile like what she just said didn’t just completely change my view on the magic in my chest.

The places Spencer stayed were seriously far away. I nodded, and we drove in silence for a few minutes before I decided to pull over to a deserted rest stop. "Let's take a break and look through these books, " I suggested, holding up the stack of dusty books we'd found in the school. Tia nodded, and we spent the next hour reading through the yellowed pages. A lot of them had to do with witchcraft, the anatomy and history of werewolves. My phone rang. I paused, exchanging looks with Tia.

Original home of Sylvie. Hephaestia: Realm of magic and wonder. Dangerous to those who are unaware. Home of Xander. Unpredictable weather unless in the kingdom of Everaya, due to too many weather mages interfering with the natural balance. The next realm to be targeted by the Demon Lord. Known Kingdoms: Everaya: Home to Xander. An island nation at the center of all magical ability. Is predominately ruled by a monarchy who is advised by a council of the heads of guild.