light.

Her easel stood at one of the windows, holding a nearly finished painting of a man suspended upside down by one leg from the branch of a tall oak tree. On the wall nearby was a picture of a masked man wearing a harlequin costume. Two more paintings hung over the fireplace: one of a woman with long, silver hair gazing into a pond and another of a redhead driving an eighteen-wheeler. In between selling her father’s house, moving into this condo, and teaching school, Miranda had begun creating her own tarot deck.

Each card depicted someone she’d met on her cross-country journey. Already a gallery had expressed interest in showing the collection when she finished it. Only seventy-four more paintings to go, she told herself.

The scrying crystal she’d found at Uncle Bright’s place rested on the windowsill next to her easel. Occasionally Miranda still wondered about the scene she’d viewed in it of Eli and the woman in the vineyard, but she’d decided not to ask him. She didn’t intend to tell him everything about the golden cord either. Some secrets are meant to be kept, even between lovers—especially between lovers.

“It’s chilly in here. I’m going to light a fire,” Eli said, as he hung their coats on a pegboard beside the door. “Then, I’m going to light your fire.”

Watching him stack logs in the fireplace, she remembered the night of shooting stars over Lake Michigan and smiled at how perfectly everything had turned out. He lit the kindling and flames licked the wood. Between her legs, Miranda felt flames of her own spark to life.

She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it on the sofa. When Eli heard her unzip her jeans, he turned and grinned at her. Following her cue, he quickly removed his own clothing. He stretched out on the rug in front of the fireplace, his cock pointing toward her like a heat-seeking missile as she knelt over him. She guided it to the edge of her opening and slowly lowered herself until he filled her completely. As they began moving together, gently at first, then faster as their urgency grew, Miranda thought, sometimes wishes do come true.

THE END

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A Ravenous Romance™ Lovestrology™ Original Publication

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Tarotica

Copyright © 2009 by Amber Austin

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission from the publisher, except by reviewers who may quote brief excerpts in connection with a review.

ISBN-13: 978-1-60777-092-3

This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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