“Spellbound” in Everlasting Bad Boys

September 1, 2008

“Spellbound” in Everlasting Bad Boys


They’re bad boys—with that little something extra. Sexy, wild, out-of-this-world talents that can leave any woman feeling weak at the knees (among other body parts), they’re the ones to call when you want pleasure that lasts…and lasts…

“Spellbound” by Cynthia Eden: No witch in her right mind would summon an immortal soul-hunter to her aid, but Serena Tyme needs Luis D’Amil’s help to destroy the warlock who’s stalking her coven. And she’s willing to pay any price he names…especially when the tall, dark, sexy-as-hell assassin shows her he can work some sensual magic of his own.


She stared at him, unable to stop the nervous tremble that shook her body.

Hell, when she’d been a kid, her parents had told her that he was the boogeyman.

The immortal who came after the Other when they crossed that fine line between right and wrong. Because a cazador had more than just witch and demon powers. He was the immortal who could also steal a life away, with but a simple touch.

“Always be good, Serena.” Her mother’s husky voice echoed in her mind. “Because the cazador, he comes after witches when they’re bad.”

Oh, yeah, the threat of the big, eternal badass had kept her on the straight and narrow for years.

His fingers tightened around her arms. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

Serena blinked. “Uh, no. Really–I–” Oh, hell, what had he wanted to know? Damn but she was tired. And scared. And so weak.

The first binding had hurt her more than she realized. She’d barely managed to focus enough power for the summoning spell.

When his fingers moved, just a bit higher on her right arm, and he brushed the still tender flesh, she winced.

“Why. Did. You. Summon. Me.” Gritted from between his clenched teeth.

Ah, yes. Simple enough answer for that one. “Because I need you.”

He glared down at her and she realized his features could have been handsome but weren’t–no, they were far too hard. As if they’d been carved from ancient stone. Too sharp cheekbones, nose too long, high brow. Thin lips. Skin a darkened gold–made only more so by the flickering light of the flames.

As she stared at him, that hard mask slackened–just for a moment–and disbelief flashed across his face as he said, “You know what I am.”

Of course. Would she have gone to the trouble of bartering for a dark spell if she hadn’t?

“You know what I am, and you still summoned me.” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe she’d actually called for him. “I bring death.” He freed her. Stepped back. Clenched his hands into fists. “I’m not some kind of idiot demon that you can screw around with, sweetheart. I’m–“

“A soul-hunter.” Soul-eater. Okay, that was the less-than-respectful term. Her voice was soft, but firm as she continued, “I know. I also know that you’re exactly what I need.” The others in her coven had said that she was crazy. That she was courting the devil.

Summoning him didn’t mean that she could control him, and the cazadores, well, they were damn unpredictable.

In fact, until the menacing guy before her had appeared, she’d actually wondered if cazadores were just myths. She’d never actually met anyone who’d known a cazador, and certain paranormals had sure been crossing that good-slash-evil line at will lately.

Which brought up just why she needed her hunter.

“What is it that you need from me?” The words were a rumble of sound that seemed to shake through her body.

“I need you…to save me.” The mark on her arm burned with remembered pain. “And to do your damn job and kill the bastard who is after me.” Not just her, but her entire coven.

If the cazador didn’t help her, well, they’d all be dead before Halloween, just a few terribly short days away.

Serena was not ready to die. Not without putting up one hell of a fight, anyway.

Because she was one witch who wasn’t about to burn easily.


“Shelly Laurenston, Cynthia Eden, and Noelle Mack give the readers three steamy, well-developed tales, not to be missed. This assortment of tales is indeed a scrumptious treat.”–Cherokee of Coffee Time
, 4 Cups

“EVERLASTING BAD BOYS is emotionally heartwarming and sensually gratifying with a perfect touch of humor thrown in as an added bonus.” –Amelia of Sensual, 4.5 Stars

“Ms. Eden brings one sexy man to the table. She makes him and his witch’s story irresistible.” Thia McClain of The Romance Readers Connection on “Spellbound” in the EVERLASTING BAD BOYS anthology


Nominated for 2008 PEARL (ParaNormal Excellence Award in Romantic Literature)