The quest for Merlin’s staff is more than an obsession—it consumes Bryan Ambrosius’ every waking thought. Being the descendant of Merlin has brought with it only legends and swooning maidens. He needs the staff to restore his ancestral powers. If he fails, ill fortune will plague his family for eternity and he will never be the powerful wizard he was destined to be.

Will a determined wizard save a defiant sorceress from a secret demise only he can foresee? Or will he sacrifice the heart of his quest for the heart of an enemy…the lady of the mountain?

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Excerpt for Lady of the Mountain

The vision of the wizard appeared in a small room. He was alone with a tub of steaming water by his side. The taut muscle of his buttocks stretched the fabric of his breeches as he bent to take off his boots. Firm, sleek contours captured her gaze and she moistened her dry lips. Drucilla giggled with a delicious thought. She closed her eyes and chanted the spell to separate her spirit from her body.

Instantly, she was behind the wizard without him knowing. With the spare boot near her feet, the wizard hopped on one foot, trying to take off his other boot. Raising her hand, she made the boot rise behind him and kicked him in the ass.

Losing his balance he fell into the tub, clothes and all.

She laughed so hard, her sides ached.

He came up spitting and splattering, brown hair flattened against his face.

She wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. “I warned you to turn back.”

He shot to his feet and water splashed over the sides. With his hands on his hips he glared at her. “You will regret you did that.”

She burst with laughter again.

He swung his booted leg over the edge of the tub and it squelched with water as the other followed. He bent over, pulled off the remaining boot, and tipped the water out. Feeling naughty, she smiled at him. “You seem a little soggy.”

A frustrated growl escaped his lips. He threw the boot at her and it went straight through her spirit.

“You cannot touch me,” she taunted and swayed from side to side.

“I know,” he snarled. “It just made me feel better.”

"Give up your pursuit and I will leave you alone.”

“Then I will stay until you do.” She glided over to the single chair in the room and sat with her hands across her chest.

“By all means, I welcome you to stay,” his tone was smooth and rich. He stared intently at her and arched an arrogant eyebrow. Slowly, he peeled off his damp tunic and dropped it to the floor in a heap, then he unlaced his breeches, pushed them down and stepped out of them, his sensual eyes never leaving hers.

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