Magic Matched
Series
Books 1-4
By Lola White
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romantic Suspense
Magic Matched
tells the story of Silviu Lovasz and Georgeanne Davenold, two witches with a
power only told of in myth. In witching society, there is a strict hierarchy.
Family covens are ruled by Mothers or Fathers who hold the bulk of their
bloodline’s power and archaic rules are enforced, disregarding modern
sentiments. Magic and politics are the only things that matter, and marriages
are arranged for advantage rather than love.
Silviu and
Georgeanne have been betrothed since the moment of Georgie’s birth. When
Silviu’s father learned a baby was to be born under the Bane moon, he reached
across the Schism dividing the covens into matriarchal and patriarchal houses
to the Davenold Mother, with a bold scheme to place their children at the top
of the witching hierarchy. With Silviu wielding the enhanced talents of a Reap
witch, he is the perfect match to Georgie, an abomination without magic who
should have been killed at birth because of her defects. The only way to
protect themselves against those who fear them enough to kill them, is to take
a position of leadership.
Silviu and
Georgeanne must learn to open their hearts to each other in order to unlock
their full magical potential. But with all that stands in their way—archaic
traditions, murder plots, and a betrayal that threatens all they can be—they
will need the group of allies they have built to help them navigate the
dangerous world of witches, and the dark magic stalking them every step of the
way.
“That’s
right, Georgie. I was born in the Reap, the balance to your Bane, your Match in
every fucking way. My father made sure of it and, later, so did Madeleine. I’ve
had a much better education than my brother could ever dream, with the tutors
she sent.”
“Good
for you. She did it for herself, though, Silviu. For the Davenolds, not the
Lovaszes.”
He
shook his head, his voice lowering until it was a breath against the darkness.
“She did it for you, because she believed, like my father, that the magic would
pass on, making your line stronger.”
“Bullshit.
She doesn’t believe any such thing. She wants magically powerful
great-grandchildren and your father was willing to sell your sperm to the
matriarchs.”
He
didn’t try to hide his anger. “You’re right, and Madeleine will have my strong
magic in her bloodline. Your children, our children, will be stronger than any
witch in a hundred generations, your magic and mine combined into theirs.”
“You
mean child.”
“We’ll
have more than one, as only Matches can.”
“Don’t
bank on it.”
He saw
the stubborn disbelief in her eyes, the spark of frustration, and tamped down
his own. He changed tactics and switched topics, not giving her a chance to
argue further. “Do you ever think about the night I first put my hands on you?”
She
froze, stopped breathing. She shook her head as her eyes flew wide. Silviu
smiled and stepped closer, ever closer, until there was only enough room for
their bodies’ heat to pass between them. He set his hand at her waist and sent
it sliding up, following the line of her torso to her ribcage.
“You
do,” he whispered wickedly. “You remember how it felt, when I ran my hands over
your bare body, when I ran my thumb over your perfect little nipple.”
“Stop
it. This is inappropriate at a Levy Family function.”
Her
voice was too breathless to heed. He curled his fingers over her breast,
craving shooting through him when he felt her nipple pebble under his touch.
Her breath faltered, turning ragged, her pulse hammering in her slender throat.
“Do you
remember when I put my mouth on you and kissed my way down, finally tasting
your first flood of passion. How sweet you were, all innocent and fresh,
lifting for me with a need you didn’t even bother to hide.”
“Silviu.”
He
squeezed her nipple lightly as he licked across her lips, nearly giving in when
her mouth opened for him. Instead, he ruthlessly held onto his lust and drew
back, leaving her aching, needing. He hoped as needy as him.
Slowly,
he moved away from her, gathering his control around him. “I think you’ll taste
like that again, Georgie.”
In
witching society, magic and politics are the only things that matter, and
marriages are arranged for advantage rather than love.
Tulah
Ngozi doesn’t want to go home, but she’s being forced to attend the wedding of
the man who killed her father years ago. The Ngozi men are determined to use
her in their plots against each other, but she takes her future into her own
hands when she learns that Adam Davenold will also be in attendance. Adam is a
powerful man in a matriarchal Family, used to being seduced by women looking to
gain power. He’s good at guarding his heart—until he meets Tulah.
Diplomacy
demands that the Davenolds attend the wedding and, in the company of their
Matriarch, Adam and Georgeanne travel to the Ngozi residence, where they become
embroiled in a frightening power struggle. Georgeanne is grateful for the
unexpected presence of her betrothed, Silviu, who arrives uninvited after he
learns she will be there. When the groom proves disturbing and the Davenold
Mother falls to a suspicious illness, Silviu’s magic is the only thing Georgie
can depend on for support.
In
witching society, magic and politics are the only things that matter, and
marriages are arranged for advantage rather than love. But more than politics
is at stake in a minefield of lies and betrayal. Death and dark magic stalk the
Ngozi–Levy wedding, and only Silviu and Georgeanne’s Matched magic has a chance
of getting everyone out alive.
Ileana
reached for the door.
Red
light oozed from the jamb, flying out from the metal but slowing dramatically
on its collision course with Ileana’s arm. Silver spiked into existence, the
power of Ileana’s personal magic all but eradicating the spell guarding the
exits. The two tones surged against each other, but the silver won out and
chased the red back into hiding.
Georgie
turned wide eyes on her sister-in-law. “What did that feel like?”
“Awful,
but I think I could make it through with a running start.” Ileana turned to
Georgie and wiped a shaky hand over her sweaty brow. “I take it you have more
in common with me and my brother than I first realized?”
Georgeanne
saw magic because it couldn’t be used against her, but Silviu, and apparently
Ileana, saw magic because they could influence it. Georgie’s secret couldn’t be
held much longer, but that didn’t mean she had to go into explicit
explanations. “Close enough. You’re a strong witch, Iley. It reacts with
greater force to lesser magic.”
“Almost
like an enhancement.” Ileana humphed and let the door close. “Your turn. In
Poland, when that knife was magicked at your head, it hit some kind of force
field and slid off without any harm.”
“My
life is not a science-fiction movie.” Georgie rolled her eyes. “It’s not a
force field.”
“What
is it, then?”
“Adam
calls it Bane imperviousness.”
“How
did you lose your magic?” Tulah broke her silence and Georgie shifted to study
her. The color in her cheeks had returned, she was steady on her feet and the
faint indigo swirl surrounding her body had settled down.
“I’m
not Bane-made.” Georgie watched Tulah’s reaction very closely. “I was born
under a Bane moon.”
“You’ve
never had magic?”
Georgie
shrugged. “I can’t use magic and magic can’t be used against me.”
Tulah’s
eyes flashed with pity a moment before she went still. She’d never make a good
politician, unless that indigo magic she used gave her an advantage that
Georgie couldn’t detect.
Georgie
studied the woman for another few moments, wondering. Vague suspicions and soft
doubts stole through her mind, but before she could organize them, indigo
flickers began to whirl around Tulah’s body. Georgie turned toward the door,
leaving her questions unvoiced. She didn’t know whose ears were listening.
In one
swift move, Georgie pulled open the door and stepped outside. A sheen of red
flashed, there and gone as she passed through. A humming pressure coasted along
her shoulders, her vision wavered for a fraction of an instant, then it all
stopped. Georgie stood on the front porch, surveying the door from a new angle.
“I
think you’re prisoners,” she finally said.
In witching
society, magic and politics are the only things that matter, and marriages are
arranged for advantage rather than love.
Christiana
Davenold doesn’t want to be Mother, but her husband is pushing for her to be
named heir. Milo just wants to protect his wife, and he believes the position
of leadership would keep her, and their unborn child, safe from the challenges
of her cousins.
But
Mother Madeleine refuses to name a successor.
As the
Davenolds gather in the hopes that they can heal their Mother from the dark
magic attack that has left her weak and near death, Silviu Lovasz and
Georgeanne Davenold find themselves at a turning point neither could have
expected. Troublesome Family members, secret alliances and the unexpected
arrival of Father Daniel Levy cause an emotional upheaval that will test them
both.
Only
love can see them through the danger, but in witching society, magic and
politics are all that matter. The connection they’ve managed to forge will be
tested as suspicion grows and trust is broken by the ultimate betrayal.
“Georgeanne!”
A deep voice immediately recognizable as her father came to them. “At least
fifteen people saw you come in here with Silviu Lovasz. Open this door at
once!”
The
situation was regrettably similar to what had happened ten years ago. Georgie’s
father had found them naked and entangled when they were teenagers, and had
helped keep the betrothed pair apart for a decade. Gritting his teeth against
the agony searing his mind and body, Silviu reluctantly stepped back, knowing
the moment had passed and he’d lost his chance.
He
fought to keep from sending his magic winging through the door to kill
Georgie’s parents where they stood.
Georgie
slid off the desk to stand on shaky legs and smoothed her hair. Silviu stuffed
his stiff cock back into his pants with a grimace. Awkwardly, he forced his
throbbing body to bend and snatch her panties from the floor.
“That
was too close,” she hissed. “That can’t happen again.”
“It
will,” he promised her. “I want you, I need you, and you are mine. The next
time I get my hands on you, and that will be no later than the end of this day,
I will fuck you breathless. To the point you won’t even be able to scream your
pleasure.”
“Georgeanne!”
her father yelled.
“One
minute,” she called back. She spun on Silviu with a heated look that had
nothing to do with lust. “I will say when, do you understand me? When I have
permission, I will share my body completely, but until my grandmother approves,
I won’t risk everything I’ve worked for just because you make me come.”
He
didn’t have the heart to tell her how wrong she was. He didn’t have the words
to explain how they’d both been used and betrayed by the people who’d sworn to
love them and protect them at all costs. Silviu couldn’t bear to tell her that
neither of them would find any help in achieving the goals their Families had
given them. It was up to them to forge a new path through a dangerous minefield
of intrigue and manipulation.
So he
stepped close and shoved his hand under her skirt. With unerring accuracy, he
found her entrance and pushed two fingers deep inside. Hot, scalding, a promise
of heaven and everything Silviu had ever hoped to achieve in life. Ignoring the
insistent pounding on the door, he filled her with his fingers as she went to
her toes and clutched his shoulders.
“I will
have you, Georgeanne. This is between us and no longer involves anyone else.
They can’t keep me from you ever again. I won’t let them.”
He
pulled his fingers from her body without regard for the way she staggered back
on trembling legs. He didn’t dare hold on to her any longer. He licked the
taste of her from his knuckles even as he opened the door and caught her
father’s gaze.
“She’s
mine,” Silviu snarled in the other man’s face. “This time, there’s nothing you
can do to stop me from claiming her.”
In witching
society, magic and politics are the only things that matter, and marriages are
arranged for advantage rather than love.
The Council of
Covens has been called to session, and the fate of the witching world hangs in
the balance. So does Bijoux Laurent’s future. The sheltered witch is scheming
to make Costel Lovasz admit how much he loves her. He has denied his feelings
for years, but now Costel’s being sent on a mission of seduction to gain her
allegiance because his brother needs Bijoux’s telepathic talents.
Silviu and
Georgeanne Lovasz-Davenold need every ally they can get when the dark magic
witch they’ve been hunting makes a bold move. The odds are against them,
especially with lies, betrayal and distrust keeping Silviu and Georgie’s Matched
magic unstable. To have any hope of success, the couple must open their hearts
to each other, but that level of forgiveness and compromise may not be possible
between the two witches from opposing sides of the matriarchal-patriarchal
divide.
In a society
where magic and politics are all that matter, only love can unlock Silviu and
Georgie’s full potential and win them sovereignty over all.
“Your father was wrong! Vasile read some fucking fairy tales and
figured they were as good as real life.”
“He’s been right—”
“He’s been half-right,” she argued. Georgie took a step back and
rubbed her temples. “We can’t depend on legends alone, Silviu. We have to face
facts.”
“My father believed you would be an extremely powerful witch. He
believed that all your magic is locked inside you, hidden by your Bane shield,
but that my magic held the key.”
“It’s the other way around,” she whispered.
“No. Magic Matches take the heft of the stronger witch. You
access my magic, but I can’t access yours. That means you’re more powerful than
I am, and we just have to unlock what you have, stabilize it and learn to use
it.”
“I have no magic for you to access.” She held up a hand to
forestall his argument. “Whatever I am, Silviu, and whatever we can be
together, it’s not what your father expected.”
He stared at her for a long minute, the silver hue of his eyes
darkening, his lips pulling straight. Just when Georgie was about to simply
leave him to his thoughts and find a quiet place to organize her own, he moved.
Silviu was lightning quick when he wanted to be, and she didn’t have a chance
to register his actions before he’d caught her in an unbreakable embrace.
“My love.” His breath feathered over her ear and made her knees
melt. “We’ll figure out what we can do, but only when this wall of doubt
between us comes down.”
Not giving her a chance to reply, Silviu captured Georgeanne’s
mouth with his own. He dominated and conquered, letting the full force of his
authority bear down on hers. Reacting without thought, she fought back with
slick thrusts and wet parries, doing her best to combat his patriarchal
arrogance with her own feminine pride.
But the kiss dragged her under his spell—a different kind of
magic. The enchantments of want, need and desire fed into the alchemy of the
schoolgirl’s crush and became the woman’s greatest pleasure. The magic of
sensuality between two lovers who fit each other in every way had the room
spinning, swirling with gold, controlled without effort.
Silviu broke their kiss, but his lips moved against hers as he
said, “I’ll teach you to trust me again, Georgeanne, the same way I taught you
before—with pleasure, patience and love.”
Delve into the
emotions, dive into the erotic.
An extensive
traveler who loves to incorporate various legends from around the world into
her tales, author Lola White likes to twist reality at its edges in her
stories. She likes delving into the emotions of her characters, finding their
strengths and weaknesses, and seeing (and showing) how they get themselves out
of whatever trouble has found them—if they can.
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