He never spoke.
But each day, that brooding wizard gave Janiver Benoit a glance.
And when she could not take another quiet stare, or the warmth that look sent
over her skin, she took from Bane something he’d never give freely—one
lingering, soul knocking kiss.
Ten years later, someone has stolen the one thing that keeps magic hidden from
the mortals in Crimson Cove and only Janiver can recover it. But returning to
her hometown means she’ll have to face the past and all the secrets she left
buried there, including the one person she promised herself she’d never see
again. The dangerous wizard that might make leaving Crimson Cove the last thing
she wants to do.
*FORGOTTEN MAGIC was previously independently released as CRIMSON COVE.
However, Eden has since sold the rights to City Owl Press and the book has been
replotted, rewritten, and kicks off the new Crimson Coves trilogy which follows
witch Janiver Benoit and her siblings as they try to unravel the well-hidden
secrets that have destroyed their family.
ankle, crawling so close that I had nowhere to go. “You’ve been keeping
something from me. I see it. Even in the damn dark I can see it. It’s
everywhere.” Bane moved his warm fingers to my bottom lip and let his thumb
glide across my cheekbone. “You refuse to meet my eyes. You avoid me when I
stare too long.”
emotion so that it became consuming—a vacuous funnel that craved the things it
did not need but took what it wanted. That was Bane. He took control, but for
the life of me I could not see past letting him take what had always been his.
with you.” There was a challenge in his voice that reminded me of us as
children, huddled and scared, taunting and fearless. But I wouldn’t answer,
couldn’t tell him something that would hurry along his anger. It would be heavy
enough when it came.
skin and hear the tiny rasp that caught in his throat.
that small red current still working behind his skin, still flirting with me to
cry out that he was mine. “Never, little witch.”
remember, and at that moment, I could not bring myself to remind him. It would
hurt too much. But the warmth in his hand, the sweet, honeysuckle scent from
his skin weaving like a spell of its own making, intoxicating me, lulling me
closer and closer until only Bane—the sound, feel, and smell of him—took up all
the space in my head. There was only this man. There was only this moment.
faces, our lips—bringing us to the blistering, bated breath before the race
begins. A small incline, the minutest stretch of my neck and that mouth, that
tongue would belong to me. It was different from the night he spelled me. There
was no primeval encouragement from the ley lines egging us on, inching us
closer and closer toward our most basic urges. This was more, and somehow with
Bane’s face so close to mine, with his fingers tugging on the back of my hair,
I knew that one kiss would unhinge me. It would change everything and there
would be no stopping us.
clung tight against the hot breath that fanned out when Bane rested his
forehead against mine, when he moved his mouth to kiss between my eyebrows.
red light shot across his skin, hovering near his fingertips. “Someone spelled
heat in the room too full, the air too thick. Yes, someone had been
spelled—him. Someone had done the spelling—me. But really I was a coward,
scared of what he’d think, say, damn well do if he found out I’d taken his
memories from before. Even if it was for the best, I’d still lied to him—the
lie of omission. I’d blocked him and kept for myself something I had no
business hiding away.
moment, fascinated by the play of reddish light on our skin and that whip of
succulent heat that warmed us every time he moved his fingers across my
collarbone. “I think I know what this is, Jani, but it makes no sense. Nothing
between us, then or now, ever made sense to me.” And it wouldn’t, not to him,
not with the understanding I’d taken from him when I blocked his memories. He
kept flirting closer to the truth, skating the surface of what that light meant
and where he’d seen it before. I couldn’t let him find out, not like that. Not
voice vibrating when my nails slid up his neck. “You watched over me. Protected
like I wasn’t a coward. “But I loved you for it.”
Bane picked me up, pulling me closer, his arm around my waist and that busted
ankle injury forgotten in his smooth haste to kiss me.
voice in my head told me to stop him, reminded me that it was my job to stop
him, I was powerless against the rush of his mouth against my neck and the
greedy hold of his massive hand cupping my hip.
protest, my words meant to stop him, only contradicted by how I stretched my
neck, giving him greater access to my skin.
of his tongue along my bottom lip. “Every look back then to right now, I was
saying the same thing. Every single one.”
light heat collecting around us. If I asked and was disappointed, I’d lose
nothing. I had claimed him long ago and had lived with the empty feeling of
that for years. If he claimed me now, not remembering a thing and discovered
later how badly I’d betrayed him, could I stand the notion that I was his and
he no longer wanted me?
Bane watching me, with him waiting for permission he didn’t seem familiar with
ever having to wait for, I wanted to take something for myself. Just once. “Do
I have to ask?”
romantic suspense novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an
honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque
ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too
much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next
New Orleans Saints Superbowl win.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast
Please send help.