Once an all-powerful soul bringer, Reichardt gave up his immortality for a feisty red-headed witch. Though his passion for Libertie St. Charles is undeniable, he must learn to give her what she craves.
Libby knew Reichardt was her soul mate even before the fallen angel had a soul. Now she just needs to convince him. She fantasizes about him taking control in the bedroomand shes more than happy to tutor him in the pleasures of the flesh.
But when they discover his one chance to regain his powersand keep his soullies in staying pure, will they be able to resist their forbidden desires?
This Soul Magic
Michele Hauf
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Copyright
One
I am a mortal man.
Im not sure how I feel about losing my immortality. I gave it up freely.
For a woman.
Did I make the right decision? Its too soon to know. It has only been a week since I changed from an all-powerful soul bringer to mere mortal. Yet the woman does seem like a good trade-off. To be a part of Libertie St. Charless world is a wonder and a learning experience....
* * *
I, Reichardt Fallowgleam, watched through the kitchen window from Libbys hexagon house as the bold redheaded witch wandered through the backyard garden, here and there plucking a petal to nestle in her basket of spell supplies.
The sun shone in her candied hair like the clear coat on a Maserati. (I find that car the only thing capable of distracting me from Libby.) Her hips rocked to a rhythm I couldnt hear. She wore the earbuds often, listening to music from the tiny metal box clipped at her hip. There were so many kinds of music, and I was just dipping my toes into Libbys favorite genre, country. I had to take it slow, though. So much to overload my new senses in this worldlike shiny red cars.
Generously curved hips shifted side to side, swaying her gorgeous bottom and the flirty hem of her purple skirt. Libbys ample curves filled my hands whenever I put them on her. Everywhere I touched her she was soft and so warm.
Yet I had a lot to learn about touching a woman.
Id tallied over two thousand years in my lifetime, yet thanks to recent events, I now felt as new and lacking in experience as a newborn. Once Id been a soul bringer, an angel forced to Fall from Above and assigned to collect souls from this realm immediately following the death of the mortal body. Constantly24/7, as Libby referred to itId delivered souls to Above and Beneath without regard or judgment for the destination. I had known nothing else.
Save for the woman now smiling at me from over her shoulder.
I waved to Libby and received a wink in return. Her long lashes, which she lengthened with some fancy black stuff from a stick, drew me to her green eyes. Green like thick moss coating a lush forest floor. Mesmerizing. Made my heart shudder in a good way.
My heart hadnt beaten until a week ago.
Apparently, as the soul bringer, I had taken Libbys soul, and her sister Vikas soul, as well, because I felt Id been owed after Vika had inadvertently stolen souls from my usual daily rounds. The theft hadnt been purposeful on Vikas part; she was a witch possessed of a sticky soul who attracted lingering souls, those myself and other soul bringers couldnt get to quickly enough.
According to Libbys report, Id been unemotional and hadnt cared less to strip the sisters of their most prized possession. Vikas boyfriend, a dark witch named Certainly Jones, had offered up his soul in trade. I had refused the offer.
When the dark witch had found the halo that contained my earthbound soullost after my fall to the mortal realm millennia agoand had offered it in trade for the sisters souls, apparently I had also refused. To have a soul would strip me of my powers and condemn me to mortality. It would also strip away memory of my angelic life.
What I knew now was only what Libby had told me after the transformation. Yet I could remember why I had finally decided to take that deal. I had looked into Libbys eyes, and she had promised she would be there for me. And Id remembered all the times shed offered me chocolate-chip cookies when Id come to scrub her sister of souls. Something about the feisty red-haired woman had rapped against my glass heart.
Placing a hand over my heart now, I was glad Id made that choice. Yet I regretted the lost power. Libby had detailed the few times shed seen me move objects or command people to act against their will. I had shaken entire buildings and brought the rain and lightning to this realm. Fierce stuff, that.
Now, to look at my hands, I felt...less. As if I was missing something. The air also felt wrong. Heavy upon my shoulders. Intrusive.
Beyond that ineffable longing, I did look forward to learning emotions, something Id never utilized while immortal. But had the sacrifice of power been worth this new step as a mortal?
I needed to find out.
* * *
He was watching me again. The attention made my ears grow warm and my core tingle. And yet I guessed Reichardt wasnt sure why he was watching me. The man was like a babe venturing through the big bright world. Certainly he knew the world and all its trappingshed retained that knowledge after gaining his earthbound soulbut he didnt know how to use his newly beating heart.
I intended to help him learn.
Because I, Libby St. Charles, was all about indulging ones pleasures. And if the sexy new mortal fell in love with me, then who was I to protest?
Plucking a few sprigs of potent dill for a cleaning spell I wanted to try the next time Vika and I were called to do a job, I placed it in my basket, along with various flowers and herbs. Turning, I sashayed down the stone garden path toward the French doors at the back of the kitchen. A tune hummed in my brain. I loved to listen to music while concocting spells and hoped to turn Reichardt on to music, as well.
Baby steps, I said to myself, reminding of my big plans. I didnt want to overwhelm the man and push him away.
Yet this was the first time Id knowndeep down in the depths of my soulthat a man was for me. Even when hed been the emotionless soul bringer and had almost stolen my soul, I had loved him.
I believed in soul mates, because the universe could be sneaky like that.
Reichardt is my soul mate. Now I just need to make him believe it.
The house I had shared with my sister since we were children was a white hexagon tucked in a cozy neighborhood of Pariss fourth quarter. According to the nineteenth-century builders notes, each of the six outer walls had been positioned to face a celestial body and was aligned with the planets. An excellent place to practice magic, and, while warded against vampires and werewolves, my sister and I had decided against warding it for soul bringers and angels. We didnt want it to repel Reichardt should he retain any latent angel mojo.
Which, I suspected, did linger. Because the man glowed. More like an aura of all colors permeated off his being. I had seen auras on people. They came and went, sometimes very obvious, other times elusive. Reichardts aura was bold, yet sometimes it blinked at me as if it were a lightbulb losing its juice.
Remnants from his previous existence? If so, I would love to get my magical hands into that and stir it up a bit. Id always preferred the paranormal types over a plain mortal, so adjusting to Reichardts new status would take some doing.
My big, handsome former soul bringer opened the glass-paned door for me. So tall and built like a Spartan warrior, I mused, though his features were forged from all nations. Though his name sounded German, angelic in origin, the man must represent all walks of life.
When he held his arms out to receive me I wasnt sure it was because he wanted to hug me, or because Id explained to him a hug was something friends did, and even people who were more than friends.
But resist his powerful embrace? Never. The mans muscles had been forged by angelic means.
I intended to keep the cookies available, but not in such great quantities that he became a softy. That was my department. I might wear a double-digit size, but I was proud of my curves, and especially liked the way his hands slid over those curves as if exploring uncharted territory.
The air is better now, he whispered in that stalwart tone that always tightened my nipples in anticipation.
I had no idea what he meant by better air, but hed said it a few times before. The heat of his iron-hard body lulled me into a swoon and I laid my head against his biceps. Happy to be there. Let this fantasy never end.
When a few flowers fell from the basket hooked at my elbow, I reluctantly pulled from the hug and twisted to pick them up.
Reichardt commented, Now that I could look at all day.
What? My ass? I straightened and wiggled my hips. You can touch.
Really?
Such innocent devilishness in the mans tone. Monsieur Sex on a Stick had it all, yet was naively unaware of what that all did to a woman.
He slid his hands down my hips and cupped my derriere, growling a satisfied purr, and whispered at my ear. Teach me about kissing.
Oh, lover, I adore your curiosity.
Wed kissed once, before hed gotten a soul. It had been a means for me to distract him from harming Vikaand it had worked. At the time I had almost thought Reichardt had been all in with the emotions and fresh love thing, until hed then taken my soul.
But now was different. Hed hadnt the power, let alone the heart, to enact such an evil scheme.
Or will this stop me from getting too close? he asked, tapping the object strung around my neck on a thin leather cord.
I touched my grandmothers nail, coiled about the leather. All three St. Charles sisters wore one of the nails that had been pounded into our grandmothers jaw by a witch hunter in order to keep her down during the burial process, following a vicious dunking that had ended in her death. The nail possessed power and acted as a sort of protector.
Grandma would approve, Im sure, lover.
Why do you call me lover? he asked. We arent lovers, as far as I know.
Its just a pet name, I said, batting my lashes coyly. You dont like it?
I do like it. It would be more fitting if it were true.
The man was big on truths and morality, which clashed only a little with my energy. I hated lies and tried to be as moral as a witch possibly could. Did chocolate binges and crushes on celebrities count against my moral compass?
I trailed a finger along his chin, tapping the black goatee that called attention to his rugged square jaw and gave him some rock-star appeal. Soon enough, lover boy, soon enough. Much as Id love to push you onto the floor and ravage your sexy body, I think it best we take things slow.
Is ravaging good?
Ravaging is the bomb. But lets do something about the kisses first. You want to learn?
Such a lesson would prove more interesting than how to mow the lawn or sweep the floor.
So Id been teaching him a few domestic skills. Every man should know the routine, am I right?
Come here. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close enough to feel his breath against my chin.
The mans eyes had retained the kaleidoscopic colors innate to angels. Every time I looked into them I saw a different color, from blue or gold to violet and even emerald. I could stare into them for hours.
What do you see? he asked with a concern that gave me a tickle.
Curiosity.
And that flickering multicolored aura that I had no intention of telling him about, because to do so would distract from my goal of a kiss.
Thats because I am curious. He squeezed my derriere. I like this part of you. Its soft and fills my hand.
Oh, lover, what did I do to deserve you?
From what youve told me, you gave me back my soul.
Indeed, I had held his halowhich contained his earthbound soulabove his head but a week ago. That had caused Reichardt to rise from the ground, the halo affixed above his head. Briefly, Vika and I had witnessed the blue smoke wings Reichardt had never worn as a soul bringer, and had watched them shatter into so much angel dust, leaving the man lying unconscious in the garden before us. It had been a beautiful yet frightening experience.
Come here, I coaxed. A little closer so our mouths almost touch, but not quite.
He smelled like the homemade bay rum soap Id slipped into his shower a few days ago to stock his barren apartment. I loved a spicy man, and it was all I could do not to hook a foot behind his knee and throw him to the black-and-white harlequin-tiled kitchen floor.
Patience, Libby.
But not too patient. This woman had needs and desires that demanded attention. How long could a girl be happy with a fumbling beginner when what she really needed was a skilled lover to master her mind, body and soul?
Your breath on my skin feels good, he said. I know your lips are soft because they are the color of the rose petals in the garden.
Mercy, but the man was a romantic without even trying.
You dont remember, but weve kissed before, I said. When I was trying to distract you from taking Vikas soul.
I wish I could remember. Ive lost so much.
Ill refresh your memory.
Should I tilt my head?
No, Ill do that. You just let it happen.
I pressed my mouth to his and spread my hands across his rock-hard pectorals. I had to stand on my tiptoes, which gave me a thrill becausehell, it just did. The connectionno movement, just touchingactivated all my nerve endings to scream pleasure and feed me.
I gripped him by the back of the head, running my fingertips through his short dark hair, and deepened the kiss. The mans mouth was receptive and so hot. Spice teased my senses. I could have stayed right there all day. Oh, to bespell his heart and make him mine!
The guy was mine. Let no woman dare to take him from me.
Wait. Really? Claiming the guy? I was being too forward.
Breaking the kiss, I stepped away, smoothing my hands down my dress. Whew! Sorry about that.
He touched his lips and shrugged. Sorry for what? I liked it. Did I do it wrong?