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Under His Spell

Under His Spell, April 2010
Forbidden Fantasies
by Kathy Lyons

Harlequin Blaze
Featuring: Jimmy Ray; Nicky Taylor
224 pages
ISBN: 0373795394
EAN: 9780373795390
Mass Market Paperback
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"A fun, quirky story of romance blossoming from unusual circumstances."

Fresh Fiction Review

Under His Spell
Kathy Lyons

Reviewed by Mandy Burns
Posted March 13, 2010

Romance Erotica Sensual

Nicky Taylor's life is in the corporate world; her phone is an essential part of keeping in touch with what is going on with her job. She can multi-task like nobody's business, though driving in traffic while talking and sending a text will likely kill her. She is determined to be the best at her job, giving up 60 plus hours a week leaving no time for friends and family. But her pace is starting to take a toll if panic attacks are anything to go by. Nicky's sister sets up a meeting with a local professor to get some insight on reports to find a way to keep employees at a local bar from being laid off. Of course, she is late and he leaves, so she has no choice but to sit and read her e-mails during the amateur magic show. Then she is called up on stage and her world tilts when she becomes part of the act.

Jim Ray can't believe his eyes; his high school crush is in the audience with a phone six inches from her face not paying attention to what is going on around her. It has been years since he has seen Nicky and she is even more gorgeous than he remembers. Jim feels himself fall into geek mode again as a smart yet shy nobody wanting to be noticed by the hot girl. He is unable to resist pulling Nicky onstage to try some hypnosis to see if he can talk her into letting go of her death grip on the phone. Though his performance is perfect, Ryan is devastated that she has no idea who he is, forcing him to drown his sorrow in alcohol. What, or should he say who, he finds on his doorstep because of something he suggested is a complete surprise, especially when she begins to undress.

UNDER HIS SPELL is a quirky story of romance and circumstance. A fun, short read.

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Sex this good is no illusion!

Nicky Taylor is a driven executive. A total control freak. And magician Jimmy Ray has loved her forever. When he spots her in the audience, he realizes he finally has a chance to fulfill his own lifelong fantasy. With a little help from Dr. Mesner, that is...

Who'd have guessed that a little hypnotism would unleash Nicky's wildly sexual nature? Or that Jimmy's powers of persuasion would encourage her to burn up the bedsheets with him that night...and the nights after. She's the perfect woman.

Unfortunately Jimmy's pretty sure Nicky's still under his spell. And he has to change that. Because he's quickly falling under hers...


Chapter 1

“Don’t forget, Nicky. Please, sis, you can’t forget.”

Nicky Taylor ground her teeth, then stopped, worried that her older sister Susan would hear it over the Bluetooth connection.

“What?” Susan asked. “What did you say?”

“Yaieee!” Nicky swerved her car, then slammed on the brakes as she tried to avoid a motorcycle zipping too fast down the on-coming lane. No less than three other cars had do something similar, and their horns blared angrily all around her.

“Damn cyclists!” she cursed even as she flushed in embarrassment. Truthfully, that near-accident had been her fault. She’d been trying to maneuver around a slow moving bus. She was in a section of Chicago that had the triple threat: narrow lanes, heavy traffic, and three streets intersecting in a confusing mess.

“Nicky! Nicky are you all right?”

“Yes, yes,” she groused to cover her own guilt. “I’m meeting Tammy at that club and I’m late.”

“You’re always late. What happened?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just a motorcyclist and a city bus.” She glanced at the time and her chest tightened exponentially. Damn, she hated being late. “Tammy is going to have a fit. The first amateur act has probably already started.”

“We’re used to you being late. I’ll text her that you’re on your way. Just drive carefully, okay?”

Nicky winced, knowing that her reputation was well deserved. But she was building a career, didn’t they understand that? “I’m not always late. And I drive just fine.”

Susan’s inelegant snort blasted through the line. “You drive fine when you’re concentrating on it. When was the last time you tried to do one thing at a time?”

Nicky didn’t answer. She was too busy straightening out her car behind the gawd-awful bus. At least with it going slow, she’d be able to check her emails as soon as she got off the phone. Her company manufactured plastic containers. It wasn’t rocket science, but they made a lot of containers. Unfortunately, the world was cutting back on its plastic consumption which meant as regional head of five distribution nodes, Nicky had to find a way to scale back without firing hundreds of employees.

Part of her just wanted to throw in her resignation along with the lay-offs. Shipping plastic parts around the country wasn’t exactly what she’d planned when she received her MBA. She’d dreamt of making green products, saving the planet while earning her money. Plastic was as far from that as she could have gotten. But they’d offered her money and a fast track to the executive boardroom. She hadn’t counted on the 100 hour workweek or the fact that she’d stall out in middle management while the economy took a serious downturn.

Fortunately her little sister Tammy knew a guy who specialized in shipping optimization. That’s who she was really meeting at amateur night. Nicky just prayed that Prof. Thompson could help her optimize without firing. But he’d have to look at the reports first which had to be compiled from data from each division head, and then...

“Nicky? Are you still there?”

“Hmm?” She forcibly pulled her attention back to her sister. And the damn bus. And being late to see Prof. Thompson at some stupid amateur night, all before she looked at those figures from the east coast factory. Her chest tightened further, and she had to force a deep breath. She would not have a panic attack here. Not while driving. No, no, no! She just needed a moment to breathe.


“Yeah, I’m still here,” she said, still willing her breath to even out. “Still stuck. Stupid bus.”

There was a picture on the back of the bus of a tropical resort. Nicky stared at it a moment, her thoughts wandering to a sandy beach and a hot guy rubbing oil on her back. Wouldn’t that be heaven? She held onto the image for a moment, really savored it. It had been years since she’d been with a man. She’d been too busy, too focused, and too afraid of making another bad boyfriend choice. But in fantasy land, she could pretend anything. She could be on a hot, fantasy beach with the absolute perfect man caressing her in the most intimate ways. It would be so good...

She held onto the thought, soaked it into her skin, and felt her breath lengthen. Moments later, her body relaxed enough for her to function. No panic attack. Life was good.

Except of course, life wasn’t good. She still was nearly an hour late for her appointment, and even when she made it, she didn’t have all the figures together. She didn’t even see a time when she could take her island vacation. Not until the economy took a better upswing. Not until...

“I’ve emailed you the dates...”

Nicky frowned. Dates for what? Oh yeah, her goddaughter’s christening. There was a meeting with the priest and then the actual event. She just couldn’t forget. “Thanks, Suz.”

“Five o’clock Thursday with the priest, okay?”

Nicky nodded, her thoughts still wandering toward the tropical island and a hot guy with body oil. “Does it have to be at five?” She couldn’t remember the last time she left work that early. Sun, sand, a man...

“You already said you could make it at five!”

“Okay, okay! Five o’clock Thursday.”

“You just can’t–”

“Can’t forget, I know, I got it!” An ache cramped her belly more painful than it had been in years. It was stress. Duh. Her breath was getting short again, so she continued ranting because it felt good. And because it staved off the panic attacks that were getting more frequent with every passing day. “I manage five nodes, supervise nearly two thousand employees, and everyone thinks I can’t remember a simple appointment with a priest!” She’d have to remember to put it in her phone calendar. With warnings three days in advance. But she couldn’t do that while driving and talking on the phone.

“Nicky, honey, it’s not that I don’t think you’re capable–”

“I know, I know. I gotta go. This bus is driving me nuts.” Then she clicked off before her sister could argue.

With a grunt of frustration, she swivelled around in her seat, watching for a break in traffic and furious when she didn’t see one. She knew she was over-reacting. She’d already texted Tammy that she was on her way. But she was already an hour late, she still had a ton of work to do without a clue about when she’d get it in. Who put amateur night on a Thursday, anyway? She should have said no, but she needed to consult Prof. Thompson. And, oh no, she still had to do her laundry. Did she have anything clean for tomorrow? Did she have time to buy some underwear on the way to the bar?

Her phone beeped with a text just as she was finally shifting to the next lane. The pressure built in her mind and body as she stopped her instinctive jerk to answer the phone. She was driving, damn it. Any text could wait!

She steadied the car and pushed through a light, but the cramp in her stomach returned as she ignored the message on her phone. What if it was her boss? What if it one of the offices had trouble sending the report? It was well after seven, but she knew at least three of her immediate subordinates worked the same crazy hours she did. If it was one of them, then she needed to get on the problem right away. Jobs were on the line, hers included. She knew there was a way to save most of them, but she had a lot of work to do to find it.

With a grunt of disgust, she grabbed her phone and hit the appropriate button. It was awkward reading and driving at the same time, but she’d mastered it a long time ago. With a sigh of relief, she saw it was from her sister Tammy and not a work disaster.

Where r u???

She stopped at a light and whipped off a response. Almost there! she texted. It was a lie, but if there were no more busses between her and the bar, she’d make it before the end of the second act. Unless another disaster hit. She tried not to think of that. She tried not to think of tropical islands either or the way her entire body clenched with frustration. If she could just get through the immediate crisis, she would deal with the rest later. But God, what she wouldn’t give to be on that tropical island now...


Jimmy Ray did a double take, jerking the curtain slightly as he peered out at the crowd. It couldn’t be her. That absolutely could not be Nicky Taylor, his high school fantasy walking into the bar. She’d been a volleyball star, class president, and the girl voted most likely to run the country in twenty years. And he’d wanted her forever. What was she doing here at amateur night?

He leaned forward, peering into the dimly lit crowd. He couldn’t be sure it was her. Lots of women had long legs, gray business suits, and that look of anxious harassment in their eyes. But only Nicky walked that way, with her hips shifting in a lilting cadence while her pointy chin dared a man to try for her. Could that really be her? The blonde hair was right, but this woman had a tight lift to her shoulders that high school Nicky never had. She was also walking and trying to read on her Blackberry while taking off her coat and greeting another woman at the same time. That was vintage Nicky, even in high school. He bet she’d mastered multi-tasking by the time she was six.

He frowned as he watched the woman-who-might-be-Nicky reach her destination. There was another woman there nursing a margarita. He had to wait for a shift in the lights, but...yes! That was Tammy, Nicky’s younger sister. He was sure of it. After all, he’d lived down the block from the Taylor family for years. He knew all of Nicky’s family, had trick-or-treated at their house, and even shared a yearly Christmas potluck. He knew them like he knew how to construct a saw-the-lady-in-half illusion. The woman at the table was Tammy, which meant the other woman–the blonde with the overstuffed briefcase–was Nicky Taylor. Here at amateur night. Of all the dumb luck!

Anticipation tightened his gut. Or was that fear? He closed his eyes, clenching his jaw in disgust. He’d gotten past the nausea that came with painful shyness the day he’d received his first six-figure check. He’d even forced himself up on stage at his brother’s bar just to make sure he could overcome his fear of public speaking. But one look at Nicky’s long legs in killer black pumps, and he was right back in high school complete with gut-churning panic. Back then he’d resorted to the fantasy of being a magician, of mesmerizing all in his path with his suave charm. Now he was a man and a millionaire. He did not need to hide in fantasy to talk to a woman. Even if that woman was Nicky Taylor, the girl who’d owned his heart since he was twelve.

He had to find a way to talk to her, to have that shot he’d missed in high school. But how? A dozen scenarios spun through his brain, each growing more far-fetched. In the end, he cut off his over-active reasoning. That had been his problem in high school: too much thinking and too little action. By the time he’d worked up the perfect plan to seduce Nicky Taylor, they’d already graduated and gone on to college. Tonight he would keep it simple.

He would magic her into his arms.

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