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could be months before I figure out how to control it. Or years. It’s part of who I am. It’s never going to go away, and anyone who wants to be with me is going to have to deal with a certain amount of magical disaster,” she said, adding, “And my family.”
    “Then you’ll have to find lots of interesting ways to make it up to me when you accidentally leave me stranded in the Gobi desert or turn my customers into fruit bats.”
    He explored her curves through the flannel, sliding his hands back to cup her ass in a firm grip. She plucked a pumpkin seed from the collar of his shirt.
    “You’re covered in pumpkin guts.”
    “Yes, I am. Let’s go take a bath and you can scrub my back, my sweet little witch.”
    Cass seemed to waver for a moment, and then wrapped her hands around his neck.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Where am I going to find another girl who can literally sweep me off my feet?”
    He kissed her, pleased with her gasp as he lifted her far enough to press his cock into the vee of her thighs. Oh yeah.
    “You know, I might be able to put your pumpkins back together,” she murmured.
    “Leave my pumpkin patch alone.”
    “It was just a suggestion.”
    “Are you making fun of me?”
    He grinned as Cass chuckled, and then swept her up into his arms, his mouth already moving on hers as he stepped inside the house and shut the door behind them.
     
    THE END
     

COMING SOON, STEAMY ROMANTIC SUSPENSE FROM LILY REDE…
     
    SAFE FROM THE DARK
     
    EXCERPT
     
    "SON OF A BITCH!"
    Evie Asher swerved to avoid the fallen tree, only to feel the sedan jerk as the front tires sank six inches into the mud off the side of what only the most charitable of lunatics would call a road. It was only mid-afternoon, but the thunderclouds and sheets of rain had darkened the October day to twilight and turned the dirt road into sludge. Ten minutes and spinning wheels confirmed her rotten bad luck – stuck fast.
    Fucking perfect , Evie thought, and slammed her hand against the steering wheel, instantly regretting it as splinters of pain shot up her aching arm to the newly healed scar tissue in her shoulder and side. She had ignored the sling for the trip from New York, finding it awkward to drive one-handed, but after ten hours, even Evie's legendary stamina was giving out and her whole left side was one big, burning ache.
    She squinted through the rain-slicked windshield at the split road ahead and considered her options. If memory served, her grandmother's cabin was about a mile up the right fork. The nearest neighbors were the Daniels, a half mile down the opposite fork. Evie had a vague recollection of her grandmother taking her to visit Martha Daniels, who smelled of lemon and clean linen, cooing over her and wishing she'd had a little girl of her own. It was a nice memory, one of Evie's last good ones before her life went to hell. She wondered if Mrs. Daniels would remember her fondly or if disapproval would fill her eyes when she opened the door. If Evie were lucky, she wouldn't remember her at all. Evie had changed, grown up miraculously in one piece, and remade her life as a tough and capable member of the NYPD, until a month ago, when two bullets knocked her out of commission and her monumentally bad relationship decision had blown up in her face. Apparently the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
    The discovery that her grandmother had left her the property in Bright’s Ferry, despite everything, had been a welcome surprise. There was a chance the gossip hadn't spread this far. Bright’s Ferry was about as rural as one could get, tucked against a secluded New England bay, quiet, a good spot to start over. Unless, of course, your parents were at the center of the biggest town scandal in decades. Still, it had been twenty years, and Evie had nowhere else to go.
    Maybe this time it will stick, she thought with a sigh.
    At the very least, Martha and Hank Daniels would let her use the phone to call the town's lone