Magic Mirror

Alicia Sparks

“Sexy Confessions to Venus”

MAGIC MIRROR BY ALICIA SPARKS Venus Press LLC

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Dedication:

To my husband, Chris.

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Dear Venus; I need your help. I’m the kind of girl who has a hard time finding a date. You see, I’m beautiful. Not beautiful in that drop-dead gorgeous sense, but beautiful in that, God you’d be gorgeous if you could lose sixty pounds. Why can’t I find a nice guy who goes for more than a mouthful? Dateless in Dallas Dear Dateless; Help is on the way. V.

**** Kyle Masters looked up from his desk at the oversized package the UPS guy carried in. What the hell? “What’s this?” he drummed his pen on the pad of paper in front of him, waiting for an explanation. “I don’t know,” the guy shrugged and placed the large box next to the desk. “Sign here.” “Maxie Wall? Who the hell’s that? Look, buddy, you’ve got the wrong address. There’s nobody here by that name.” Kyle warily looked over the box and scanned his list of clients. Sure, his law firm catered to thousands of clients, but he would remember a name like that. Maxie? It brought to mind images of girls with nice round breasts and large behinds. Not the kind of girls he dated with their firm, athletic bodies and small breasts. More than a mouthful is a waste. “Says to deliver it here. I guess they meant for you to have it.” “They who?” Kyle ripped the envelope from the front of the box. This better not be an invoice. Maxie what’s-her-name would have some explaining to do. “What the fuck?” His eyes scanned the note and then rushed back to the UPS guy, who had apparently vanished. Kyle flung the note onto his desk and stepped out into the hall. As Rachel passed, he stopped her, “You see the UPS guy?” 5

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“No. Was he here?” she shot him a killer smile. Been there, done that. Not very interesting. Considering she did the UPS guy, too. “Yeah. Never mind.” He stalked back to his office. Merry Christmas, my ass. He snatched up the note again and began dialing the number. He’d get to the bottom of this. “Sterling Modeling Agency, how can I help you?” the Southern twang reminded him of those girls from high school with the big, bleached blonde hair and bouncy boobs. “Modeling Agency?” “Yes, sir. How can I help you?” “I’m looking for a Maxie Wall. She has a package that accidentally got delivered to my office and…” “I’m sorry, sir. I can’t just go handing out information. Our girls need their privacy.” “Girls? Is she a model?” Well, now this was interesting. “Sir, I’m afraid I can’t help you.” “Wait,” he heard her move the phone from her ear, the sound coming from far away now. “I’m Kyle Masters, a lawyer here in town. And I need to contact Maxie about a delivery. I think she’s expecting it. Part of an estate settlement.” It was the best he could come up with. A model. Now there’s the kind of woman he’d like to sink more than his teeth into. “Hold please.” Christmas music invaded his ears. It wasn’t that he hated Christmas. He was usually too busy to enjoy the holidays. Work was demanding here at the S. K. Rouge law firm. And he wanted to make partner next year. Bringing a model to the Christmas party may be the ticket he needed to get on Mr. Rouge’s good side. The guy was a letch. “Mr. Masters. If you could bring the package down to Canal Street, you can deliver it here. I’ll sign for it.” Shit. This wasn’t how he wanted things to go. Still, a room full of models. This could be quite interesting. “Okay. I’ll bring it by during lunch.” Kyle hung up the phone and eyed the note again. Mysterious. Who is the fairest of them all? Merry X-Mas. V. D. Milo. Who’s the fairest of them all? A fucking model, that’s who. This made no sense. Why would someone send a package to his office and give Maxie’s phone number and name? He was being set up. This was some kind of practical joke. The more he thought about it, the more this seemed to have his brother’s sick sense of humor written all over it. Brad knew he hadn’t been getting any lately and wanted to pull his cock with a little 6

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Christmas prank. So, he probably convinced this model to pull one over on him. He’d show him! Kyle ripped into the plain brown covering. Holy fuck! The antique mirror looked just like the thing in Cinderella. No, wait. Who was it that had a fairy godmother? Shit. Snow White? He bent down to get a better look. It was antique. Probably priceless. And covered with dust. What the hell kind of Christmas present was this? He blew onto the glass, causing a cloud of dust to assault him. He sneezed three times before he could contain himself. Grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped at the mirror. “Now what was it Snow White used to say? Who’s the fairest of them all?” he repeated the words from the note. Instantly, a girl appeared. “Holy fuck,” he fell over backwards, landing on his ass. She was a beauty. Perfection. God, rounded breasts so full, he would need both hands to hold them. A perfect curve of womanly hip. Nothing athletically skinny about her. His mouth watered. His cock hardened. He’d love to bury something between those tits and never come up for air. He couldn’t wait until lunch. Something told him that girl in the mirror was the model he was looking for.

**** Maxie stabbed at her salad. This diet thing wasn’t working. As the waiter passed with a tempting plate of pasta, she almost tripped him so it would land in her lap. Anything for carbs! “You’re not listening to me,” Marianne complained. Her agent was a real pain in the ass. “Oh, yeah, I am. You were saying something about…” Maxie hadn’t been listening. “I was saying, if you can drop twenty pounds I can guarantee you a slot in the new fashion catalog.” She put her fork down. Why did the catalog need her to drop twenty pounds? She was a wonderfully healthy size sixteen, their average customer’s size. “Yeah, I heard you. But have you ever tried to drop twenty pounds?” Of course she hadn’t. Marianne was built like a stick. . Her breasts weren’t so large they slapped her at the gym. Her hips weren’t so wide they looked like they were carrying saddlebags. Maxie sighed. She’d never lose twenty pounds in two months. “Maxie, you know we’ve talked about this.” Here we go again. You’re such a pretty girl. I don’t know why you won’t apply yourself to your workouts. “You’re such a 7

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pretty girl…” Maxie stopped listening. She turned her attention to the dessert menu. She never really liked cake, but she sure as hell wanted a piece now that it was forbidden. “You’re right.” She pushed the salad away from her, her appetite lost. “In fact, I’m going to head on over to the gym right now. Thanks for lunch.” She stood, threw her napkin onto the table, and left before the tears could cloud her eyes. She had made it all the way to the door before she bumped into Mr. GQ, probably knocking him off balance due to her weight. His hands on her shoulders steadied her, but she refused to look up, afraid the tears would flow if he looked anything like he smelled. “Pardon me.” His thick Dallas accent sent a shiver through her. And he hadn’t removed his hands from her shoulders yet. She was going to have to look at him. Damn him. “Entirely my fault,” she sucked in a breath as she spoke and let her eyes stray to his face. Yep. GQ. Perfection. Way to go, Maxie. Knock the next Brad Pitt right out of his shoes. “Hey, I know you,” he smiled. “Really?” She narrowed her eyes at him. How many times had she heard that one? Though, never from anyone as gorgeous as this guy. “Yeah. You’re Maxie Wall, aren’t you?” “In the flesh,” she shrugged, thankful the tears were now at bay. “You gonna let go of me now?” “Oh, excuse me.” A blush rose up onto his cheeks making him look more like a kid than a heartbreaker, which she was sure he was. He extended a hand, “I’m Kyle Masters, an attorney with S. K. Rouge and Associates. Are you meeting someone here?” She bit her bottom lip. An attorney. And damned fine, too. She glanced back, wondering if Marianne was watching the exchange. “No, I’m not. And you know; the service here sucks. There’s a little bistro right down the street…” “Magio’s?” “You know it?” “I’m a regular there. Shall we?” He offered her his arm. She slid her hand through it, completely self-conscious. He could be a psycho killer or something. He was a crazed fan, not really an attorney. She didn’t believe that for a minute. She had a second sense when it came to people. And this one wasn’t psycho. He was hot!

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know about the mirror? And who was this V. D. Milo? Magio’s was quiet when they entered. He led her to the table, pulled out her chair, and then ordered wine for them. “I can’t,” she objected. “I’m watching my weight.” “Darlin, it doesn’t look to me like there’s anything wrong with your weight. And one glass won’t hurt, I assure you.” He winked and swore a blush crept across her chest, a place he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. Her low cut sweater invited him to stare, molding to her body. And the cotton tights she wore clung to her hips. Womanly hips he would love to hold onto while he pounded into her. He’d love to watch that luscious rump jiggle from the force. He inhaled sharply, feeling his cock get hard again. “Just one.” “Okay. You know, you aren’t gonna believe this, but I called your agency today looking for you.” “Me? Why?” “I got a package at my office by mistake with your name on it. From someone named V. D. Milo. Anyway, I signed for it and was going to bring it over to you after lunch.” “Really? V. D. Milo? I don’t know anyone by that name.” “Well, I, uh, sort of opened it by mistake.” Sort of. It wasn’t a total lie. “I could sue you for that, you know.” She smiled as the waiter brought the wine to the table. “I know a good lawyer.” Her laughter was rich. Like chocolate with hot fudge sauce. And whipped cream. His cock strained against his Armani pants. “I’ll bet.” Was she teasing him? Flirting? This was a good sign. “So, are you gonna tell me what V. D. Milo sent?” “It was a mirror. An antique mirror.” “Really?” her voice sounded intrigued. “Yeah, really. You want me to bring it to you after lunch?” “I’m not going back to the agency. I could come by your office, though.” She lifted the wineglass to her lips and closed her eyes when the liquid flowed into her mouth. Her tongue darted out, making him quiver. His cock threatened to come right there watching that motion and wondering how that tongue would feel on him. “That would be great.” He was interesting. And he thought her body was just fine the way it was. He didn’t balk at her third glass of wine or the pasta dish she ordered. And when it came time for dessert, he insisted they share chocolate cake covered with hot fudge. Her lips 9

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closed over the spoon full of the dripping mess he held out to her. When the fudge dripped onto her chin, she darted her tongue out to catch it, but not before he could reach out with his fingers. When they brushed against her chin and made contact with her tongue, they set her on fire. How long had it been since she had been with a man? Too damned long. And this one was obviously interested in her. Maybe she could invite him back to her place. And fuck the hell out of him. “Lunch was nice,” she announced, nervously twirling her napkin between her fingers. “It isn’t over yet,” he winked, giving her an incredible smile. Yeah, she would invite him back to her place. “Oh, I had forgotten about the mirror.” Maxie stilled her hands. The heat radiating from him was too much. “Yeah, the mirror.” Had he forgotten, too? “It’s back at my office.” “I know. You told me.” “I’ll just get the check.” They couldn’t leave the restaurant fast enough to suit her. She was already wet just from sitting across from him. She would be bold now. She would go into his office, pull the shades, close the door and…what? Jump on the desk and say “Take me, I’m yours?” If the catalog thought she was too fat for a swimsuit ad, there was no way she was getting naked in front of Mr. Perfect. She’d go home and fuck her vibrator first.

**** Kyle fumbled with the doorknob when they arrived. This girl was driving him nuts, and he’d only met her an hour ago! Her perfume permeated his brain and went straight to his cock. He’d had a hard-on ever since she looked up at him with those sweet eyes of hers. And then, to watch her eat the chocolate cake. My God! A man could die watching a woman eat like that. He wondered if she gave head as good as her mouth promised. “Here we are.” He pushed the door open and clicked on the light. “Nice place.” She scanned the leather-upholstered sofa then her eyes went to his large mahogany desk. She folded her arms and stepped inside. “This is it.” He motioned for her to squat down on the floor so she could see the mirror better. “Hmmm. Interesting. Was there a card?” He handed her the note. “Who’s the fairest, oh shit!” She clung to his arm when her face appeared in the mirror. Except it wasn’t a reflection. It was the same image he had seen earlier. “What the fuck?” 10

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“I don’t know. Magic. This is the South. Maybe it’s some kind of voodoo mojo.” He shrugged. “So I take it you’ve seen this.” Her nails dug into his arm, creating an immediate need to hold her in his arms. “That’s how I knew who you were.” “Oh.” She released his arm, making it feel colder than it had been seconds before. She leaned into the mirror. “How does it work?” “You have to say the magic words.” “Please?” “No. Mirror, mirror on the wall, you know the stuff from Disney.” She smiled before reciting the lines. A boy appeared this time. Fuck. He swallowed hard. It was him. From high school. Pencil neck geek with glasses too big for his face. He still felt like that bumbling kid who never made it to first base with the girls with big tits. “Who is this?” she looked back at him. “Uh, me. From high school.” The image changed suddenly, making him grow even harder, if that was possible. It was Maxie, naked. And him. God, he was lowering himself to her. And then it was gone. “And what the hell was that?” she demanded, as if he knew the answer. He reached out to touch her. “Looked pretty obvious to me.” She moved his hand and leaned the mirror over so to look at the back of the mirror. “Where’s the switch?” “There’s no switch. It’s magic.” “Magic, huh?” She narrowed her eyes and sat back on the floor. “Yeah. Christmas magic.” “Am I supposed to fuck you now?” “Do you want to?” This wasn’t going anywhere near the way he wanted it to go. “No.” This is it, Girl. A voice spoke inside her head. You wanted magic. I’m sending it to you. “Then how about a date?” “A date?” “Yes. My boss’s Christmas party. Three days from now. You game?” “Sure.”

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Dear Venus; Help! You sent the man of my dreams and I’m all out Cinderella gowns! What can I do? Desperate in Dallas Dear Dallas; Improvise. Sometimes clothing is optional. V. D. Milo

**** Dear Venus; I’m falling for him. Three days and I’m putty in his hands. Is this even possible? He’s taking me out again tonight. I think I’m ready to make love. Daring in Dallas Dear Dallas; Rome wasn’t built in a day…but Romeo and Juliet fell in love at first sight. What do you need? Directions? As the French would say: Jump his bones! V. D. Milo

**** They barely made it through the door before they began tearing at each other’s clothes. He was more than ready to dive into her sweetness. God, he’d wanted her ever since he saw her in the mirror. He had dreamed about those lovely breasts, that awesome ass. “Wait,” he pulled away from her to close the door. “I want candlelight.” “No,” she argued. “No lights.” “I want to see you, Maxie. I want to see your beautiful body.” She gave him a confused look. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” “You’re going to make me cry.” “I want to make you come. But first, I want you to see. No magic mirrors. Just you.” He led her to his bedroom and turned on the lights. “Undress for me.” “I can’t.” “Yes, you can.” He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. He watched her breasts heave up and down. His mouth watered. Slowly, she stepped out of her heels and then slid her stockings down her legs. His cock was so hard now, he couldn’t stand it. She turned her back to him before 12

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wriggling out of her dress. When she turned back around, her bare breasts were the first things he saw. “My God.” “I know, I’m fat.” He heard the tears in her voice as her hands flew up to cover her stomach and breasts. “No, Maxie. You’re perfect. God, so perfect.” He moved across the room and went down onto his knees in front of her. “Let me see you,” he moved her hands down to her sides. “Kyle…” “No, let me.” He ran his hands along her sides, reveling in the silky smoothness of her skin. She didn’t try to cover herself again. Instead, she leaned back against his dresser, bracing herself on it. He licked one creamy thigh and then the other before moving his mouth toward the heavenly display of curls at the v. He parted her thighs slowly, letting his mouth linger for a second before sending his tongue lower to nip at her clit. Her shiver was almost enough to send him over the edge. And the intoxicating aroma making its way into his system made him want nothing more than to stay right here all night. He ran his tongue lower to her opening. This wasn’t a good position. He wanted her on the bed, open for him, those beautiful thighs parted completely. “Come here,” he pulled her toward the bed, turning her so she faced him as he lay her down gently. He covered her soft body with his, reveling in the sweet feel of sinking into her flesh. Then he realized he was wearing too damn many clothes. He rose up over her and began working with his tie, his fingers fumbling. She reached up and untied it, pulling open the buttons on his shirt. She ran her hands along his back as he shed the shirt. Crushing himself against her, feeling her hot breasts flatten against his chest made him want them in his mouth. He raised his head and watched her chest heave with short bursts of breath. Her amazing breasts tumbled off her chest and rested on her arms. They were so large it would take both hands to lift their glorious mass. Taking one into his hands, he gently caressed it before moving the dark, large nipple into his mouth. He licked at the nipple and then sucked, gently at first. She fisted her hands into his hair and threw her head back in a moan. He slid his leg between her thighs and was rewarded when he immediately felt her wetness seep through the fabric. God, she was hot! How long had it been since he’d had a woman so incredibly edible? 13

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Maxie looked up at him. He was too perfect. His chiseled chest looked like the stuff of fashion magazines. And he was here, worshipping her too large breasts and making her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. The soft cotton of his pants teased against her sensitive clit while his tongue adored her breasts. First one, then the other, each gaining the attention they so deserved. She ran her hands along his muscled back, around to his taut stomach, his six-pack abs. God, he must work out all the time. He felt incredible moving over her, his hard body pressing into her soft one. He ground his cock against her, wetting his pants with her juices. It was enormous, causing her breath to catch in her throat. She deserved a man with a huge cock. And it looked like he was going to be the one. The necklace he had given her earlier rested just above her breasts, teasing her with its cold feel. That sensation combined with the heat coming from his pants and the warmth of his mouth was enough to send her over the edge. She clung to him as the spasms began. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, awaiting its release, wanting to be filled. Wanting to be taken. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her breast as she shook and quaked. “Come for me, love,” he coaxed. She came, fisting her hands around the satin sheets. Panting, begging, arching her back. “I want you inside of me.” “Not yet. I haven’t had time to enjoy your luscious body,” he smiled down at her as he spoke. “Later,” she begged. “Take me now.” He moved away from her, removed his pants, and positioned himself at her opening. “It won’t last long,” he warned. “I don’t care.” He slid his cock into her slowly. She stretched taking him inch by inch by inch. Never had she felt so open, so filled, so wide. When his cock finally pressed against her womb, she didn’t think she could take any more. “That’s not all, love.” He pushed his final inches into her, causing her to grip his back and drag her nails across his skin. “God, you’re huge.” “And you’re tight as a virgin.” Hearing those words was enough to make her body begin to quake again. She ground her hips into his, pressing him even further into her. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” the word was a gasp. 14

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He rose above her and began moving in and out. Slowly at first. So slowly. Her pussy quaked. Each movement brought a symphony to her ears, the sounds of him sliding in and out of her wet hole. He gripped her hands, entwining his fingers with hers. She arched her back, rising up to meet him. His movements became frenzied, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. His balls slapped against her ass as her cream rose and slid out around them, coating them. Her breasts jiggled with each motion, rocking against her body. Never before had they felt more beautiful. She wasn’t ashamed of them right now. Instead, she reveled in the way he bent his mouth down, mid stroke to take one tip and then the other between his teeth. He lightly bit each one, sending her over the edge. She squeezed him, quivering with each massive stroke. He began pounding his release, calling her name over and over. When he finally came, her pussy milked him, begging him to coat her insides with his nectar. “My God, Maxie,” he collapsed on top of her, breathless. Panting. “You are amazing.”

**** Dear Venus; Thank you! Did it in Dallas

**** Dallas; ‘Bout time! See, things do work out sometimes. V.

**** Kyle couldn’t sleep. Not with this incredible siren lying next to him. He wanted to wake her and take her again. Make love to her all night. He opted for a shower and a cup of coffee. When he came back to bed, she spread her legs, as if on instinct. He couldn’t resist positioning himself between them. The scent of his sex blended with hers wafted up toward him. Never had a pussy smelled so incredible. How long had it been since he’d come inside a woman, unconcerned with the consequences? Never. He had always been careful. But Maxie was different. Not that she didn’t deserve careful. She did. But she deserved so much more than a condom wrapped cock. She deserved all of him. That thought tugged at his heart as he bent over her, parting her lips. They were swollen from their lovemaking. Her clit was still large, hard, begging to be teased. Not yet. He would bite it and lick it later. After he finished with her cunt. Right now, he 15

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wanted to lick his come from her body. Run his tongue all around her swollen pussy lips. They were incredibly large and plump and made for sucking. How could she not think she was beautiful? With a pussy like this, she was incredible! He ran his tongue along her lips, taking one into his mouth, then the other. She rewarded him with a moan. Her legs parted even wider, making room for him to settle in. He sucked on her lips then moved his tongue lower to lap at their juices—his and hers. The mixture was sweeter than strawberry pie. He took all of her into his mouth and fed off of her, reveling in the delightful taste, vowing he would personally clean her pussy every time they made love. Her hand found his hair, pressing him into her even further. He released her, then ran his finger along her clit. It was perfect. Large and ready to be sucked. Bitten. He took it into his mouth and moved his fingers into her slit. She could take three now, having been fucked already. Earlier, he was lucky to get his cock into her. She was so incredibly tight. She rocked against his hand as his fingers moved in and out. He slapped them against her, loving the sound of her juices oozing out around them. He bit her clit as she arched her back. Then his fingers moved deeper, fucking her like his cock had earlier. He moved against her even harder. “Kyle…” she moaned. “Come for me, love,” he urged her over the edge. She squeezed his fingers, spasming around him, juices flowing out. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Roll over.” He removed his fingers, and she obliged, presenting to him a luscious ass and dripping wet pussy. He loved the way a woman’s pussy looked from behind. Staring at him from beneath plump ass cheeks, she winked at him, begging him to enter. This was the stuff of every wet dream he’d ever had. He gripped her hips, delighting in the way his fingers sank into her flesh. She was soft everywhere he was hard. Her ass had the perfect amount of cushion. Slowly, he pressed his cock against her rosy opening. He’d love to fuck her ass. Not tonight, though. Tonight, he wanted more pussy. More of her pussy. He closed his eyes as his cock filled her again. This time, he had more room to move. She raised her ass as high as she could and crouched down onto her chest. He watched as her hand moved around to finger her clit. His balls brushed against it as he fucked her. Then she reached back and took them into her hand, giving them a light squeeze before continuing to massage her clit, making him gasp for breath in the process. 16

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She met his rhythm when he began swirling his hips, moving his cock in a round motion inside of her. She moaned and opened for him even more. This woman couldn’t get enough of him. She continued to buck against him. He moved his fingers, rubbing them on the outside of her puckered rosette. The temptation to slide them into her ass was too much. He reached down and gathered some of her strawberry flavored cream and ran it around her opening before slowly inserting a finger. Her pussy tightened as his finger entered her ass. He began, setting the rhythm with his hand and cock as she stopped moving altogether, letting him play. His orgasm built, threatening to spill before he was ready. He moved his finger and cock together now. Both in, both out, both in. He crooked his finger so it teased his cock while it was inside her tight walls. Her hand began working her clit again, moving feverishly. When he came this time, he felt transformed. He wanted to keep her here with him forever. Everything inside of him told him she was the one.

**** Dear Venus; You are cordially invited to join Mr. Kyle Masters and Ms. Maxie Wall as they celebrate their love for one another at the sight of your temple in Rome. Dedicating Our Lives in Dallas

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About the Author

Cleverly disguised as the girl next door, Alicia Sparks lives a double life as hot, erotic romance novelist by night and college instructor by day. With several books to her credit in various erotic genres, Alicia’s writing has earned her rave reviews, including a five junkies review from Romance Junkies. Always searching for new “models” for her heroes, her favorites are moody musicians and slow talkin’ cowboys. When she isn’t writing, Alicia spends her time hanging out with her two sons, Sean and Ian, teaching college freshmen, running her own adult novelty business and doing research to complete her Ph.D. in Folklore. Look for more novels from Alicia later on this year. Also available from Alicia Sparks and Venus Press… Sexy Confessions to Venus: Halloween in Dixie Sons of Zeus, Hades Rising

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