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Releasing on December 3, 2018, Open the Magic is a compilation of Tami Lund’s paranormal short stories and novellas, including Gift of the Gods, which isn’t available anywhere else. If shifters, magic, demigods, gypsies, and witches are your thing–so is this book.

ancient door with mysterious lights in the night

Gift of the Gods ~ He’s a pauper, she’s a princess, and they shouldn’t have kissed all those years ago. Nor should they be considering doing more than that now. But they’re locked away in a remote cottage in the middle of a snowstorm, and the situation is quite possibly a gift from the gods…

Mirror, Mirror ~ Adelle and Ben are best friends and roommates, but the mysterious (and funny) gypsy woman seems to believe they should be so much more…

All’s Fair: Love & Warlocks ~ Supreme Witch Adanna is a coven leader, and Anton has been sent to destroy her, but once he meets her, he second guesses his orders…

First Light ~ In this prequel to the Lightbearer Series, A wayward Lightbearer may be the key to saving the entire species from the shifters who want to destroy them. Except Sabine has developed a soft spot for the very one who is trying to kill them.

Broken Light ~ Xander was supposed to be the bad guy, but is he really? Find out when he meets his match in this sequel to First Light.

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ETERNITY is Tami Lund’s second vampire romance, and it released on November 6, 2018!

(RESIST, FYI, is the first of this two-book series. They can each be read stand-alone, however you’ll likely enjoy the world so much better if you read RESIST first…)

In the meantime, here’s a little temptation from ETERNITY

“Thanks,” she said, and I was momentarily blinded by her beautiful smile, until my gaze caught the bottle of wine and two glasses in her hands. Clearly, the woman had plans and they involved me, and, God help me, I wanted her follow through with them.

As much as I didn’t.

I swear, if I were human, all these conflicted feelings would have given me a heart attack by now.

Stepping into the bedroom behind Abigail, I noted a king-sized bed covered with a blue and khaki plaid comforter facing French doors that led to a small balcony overlooking the backyard. Releasing my hold on her luggage, I stalked over to pull the curtains closed over the doors so Anya and Cam, who were still sitting outside, were not subject to a view of the kinky fuckery I anticipated and yet still held out hope would not happen tonight.

When I turned around, Abigail was bent over her open suitcase, her flouncy skirt riding high enough on her thighs that my hands itched to reach out and flip it over her back, to see what sort of panties she wore over that heart-shaped ass.

She straightened and glanced over her shoulder, then fully turned around, holding a thigh-high, silky negligée by the spaghetti straps. “Do you mind if I slip into this?”

“You’re trying to seduce me.” And it’s working.

“Yes, and it’s annoying that I even have to try.”

I almost laughed. My sexy, mouthy Abigail. Oh, how her mouth had felt wrapped around my cock while I lounged against the headboard, one hand finger combing her hair while the other toyed with one of her nipples until I’d been unable to take a moment more and twisted her onto her back, positioned my body between her legs and…

“You never have to try. That’s the problem.” I made a beeline for the wine she’d placed on the nightstand and poured a hefty amount into one of the glasses. “Would you care for some?”

“Please.” Ignoring the way her gaze raked my body as she murmured the word, I filled the second glass and held it out to her.

We both silently sipped, she appearing calm as a cucumber while my brain worked feverishly, alternating between trying to force out a good-bye and making my feet move toward the door and a slideshow in which every moment we’d spent together six months ago flashed before my inner eye, reminding me of everything I’d given up. And letting me know that if I wanted to open that particular can of worms again, she was here, standing before me, ready and more than willing to accommodate my needs, my lust, my obsession.


“Tell me what you’ve been up to,” I said, an effort to shut off the inner turmoil. “Have you met someone?” Why did I ask such a question? I didn’t want to know the answer. Yes would mean there was potentially no future for us; no would mean the same damn thing, except I’d have less ammunition for that side of my brain telling me to run away with my tail between my legs.

She laughed, the sound forced. “I can’t believe you just asked me that. Why do you think I’m here?”

“Because you hate the farm and you want to find a job in the city?” Which, by the way, I needed to convince her not to do. I had connections out west, in San Francisco and Seattle. I could make a few arrangements and ship her off, ensuring her safety and my sanity.

“Oh my God.” She stared at me like she hadn’t really looked at me all evening. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“What?” My eyes narrowed, the glass hovering an inch from my lips.

“I’m here for you. I want you.”

She stepped closer, so close I had to move my glass, hold my arm out to my side, so she could sidle up and rub her breasts against my chest. Her nipples puckered, sharp points I wanted to bite before I suckled until she moaned and writhed with pleasure. Clenching my fists and gritting my teeth, I tried to resist touching her, but my self-control had fizzled out with those candles on her birthday cake.

Twenty. She wasn’t even twenty yet. I was twenty-eight when I was turned, eight years older than her, and I’d still felt as though my entire life had been taken from me. At not quite twenty she hadn’t even begun to live hers.

A small moan pushed past her lips, and she lifted her arms. Somehow, I found the strength to step away before she touched me again.

She blinked, confusion marring her features, and I turned away and took a swallow of wine. “You don’t fight fair,” I stated flatly. “I can barely resist you.”

“Then don’t.”

An arm snaked around my waist, pulling me to her so that her front pressed against my back. She slid her hand under the hem of my shirt, her nails gently scraping my skin. I closed my eyes and didn’t move away. Instead, I turned my head slightly and breathed in her scent: magnolias and wine and sugar and cocoa from that cake she’d eaten earlier. I wasn’t hungry; I’d indulged in a courtesan only last night, but I still wanted a nip, a taste of her blood. There was no better dessert than my precious Abigail.

She swiveled her hips, rubbing against my ass, while her hand traveled south. When her fingertips grazed my erection, it was like she’d flipped a switch. I couldn’t say no any longer. I needed this as much as she seemed to.

One night. I could handle one more night, couldn’t I? Letting her go the first time had nearly broken me, so I should know better, but clearly, she was a master at seduction. Or perhaps it was my obsession for her. I’d had far more skilled women in my long existence, and none made me remotely as lust-crazed as this one did.

Wrapping my arm around her back, I twisted us both, switching our positions so that her ass now rested against my throbbing erection. Dipping my head, I nipped at her bare shoulder, sliding my fang back and forth over her skin but not penetrating. Yet.

She cupped my backside and her other hand threaded into my hair. I pressed my hardness against her ass and gathered the hem of her dress in my hand so I could get to what was underneath. Her naked flesh, the gathering wetness and heat that was all for me.

“One more night,” I said, as if vocalizing my thoughts would somehow give me strength to follow through on the promise. I slipped my hand under the elastic of her panties; my fingers found her shaved mound.

“What?” she said, wiggling, which I took to mean she wanted more. So I pushed my hand lower until it slid through wetness. She arched and moaned and then said, “What did you say?”

No idea. I couldn’t even recall speaking at this point. My entire focus was on the task at hand. She needed an orgasm, multiple ones. I needed to ensure she never forgot this night after I sent her back to her human life.

“I want more,” she said, shifting her hips.

“I’ll give you more. We’ve all night, love.”

ETERNITY is available at the below ebook retailers:

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10/14/2018 ~

This one is the latest in her Lightbearer series. If you haven’t started it, the prequel, FIRST LIGHT, is F*R*E*E* pretty much everywhere. Grab it, start reading, and get addicted!

In the meantime, here’s a sampling of the latest and greatest: CUPID’S LIGHT (Lightbearers #5)…

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Barely out the kitchen door, he shifted into the form of a sleek black panther. These woods were part of Josh’s property, so it was highly unlikely anyone but other shifters would be wandering around out here, leaving Matt free to be whatever form he wanted. And if there were humans out here, well, they were trespassing, and they deserved to have the shit scared out of them by a massive cat one didn’t normally see in the ’burbs.

He prowled for a bit, sniffing around, pouncing on a frightened rabbit and then letting it go because he wasn’t really hungry at the moment. He shook his entire body as if shaking water away, and was about to break into a full out run, when something small, bright, and jittery caught his eye. He watched as a cluster of sparkling lights danced around near a tree.

It was something supernatural. Matt knew there were other magical beings in this world; shifters and Lightbearers did not own that market. It was just that shifters tended to be exclusive creatures, and as a rule didn’t have much desire to intermingle with other beings. As a result, he knew precious little about most of the other creatures out there.

He considered Josh’s arguments as he continued to watch the dancing sparks. His shifter urges–so primal in this form–were pushing him to take a swipe at the dancing lights and then lay chase if they dashed away. He didn’t know what he would do once he caught them–as he was certain he would–but it was the chase that was the exciting part anyway.

He wasn’t particularly worried that this magical creature might be dangerous to him. Shifters had always considered themselves to be at the top of the food chain, and no other beings had ever stepped forward to refute that claim.

The shimmering, sparkling lights darted to the right and then the left, and Matt’s gaze followed, as he stood perfectly still, poised, every muscle tensed. Prepared to give chase.

And then he could have sworn he heard a feminine giggle a scant second before the lights suddenly darted away through the woods. He started running before his brain even comprehended what he was doing.

They zipped through the undergrowth, the dancing, floating lights keeping just out of Matt’s reach as he lunged once, twice, three times unsuccessfully. The attempts only spurred him to try harder. Defeat was not an option.

The lights zoomed over a small stream, and Matt knew the magical creature expected the flowing water would slow him down, but he was smarter than that. He kicked up his speed and then at the last second, soared over the brook, easily clearing it, and then he leaped again, capturing the bundle of lights in his front paws.

The lights danced and wiggled in protest, and when they could not escape, he felt something pressing against his paws, harder and harder, and then his paws were forced apart as the lights transformed into the shape of a female—although slight—in human form. With the shimmering sparks, her dainty, petite build, and pixie-like features, she reminded him of Tinkerbell with pink hair. Even as a kid, he’d had the hots for the tiny faery from the old Peter Pan movies, although he never believed itty bitty faeries were real, until now.

The weight of his panther’s body pushed the tiny female into the bed of fallen leaves, and he found himself standing over a highly agitated and quite beautiful creature, lying on her back, struggling to get out from under the massive paws that had her pinned to the ground.

She had hair that was short in the back and long in the front, one thick lock draped over her left eye. It was a fascinating shade of dark pink. The one eye he could see was big and blue. Her dainty features included a pert nose and tiny pink rosebud lips that were currently pursed in agitation. Her cheekbones were high, her skin creamy alabaster, her neck slender and long. Despite her petite stature, she had the right amount of feminine curves for most males.

Except Matt. He preferred his women to be more… sturdy. This creature looked as fragile as a twig. And as mad as a cornered wolverine.

He shifted into human form, which left him straddling her hips with his hands pressed against her shoulders. He sat up, crossing his arms over his chest, but remained where he was. Although he wasn’t normally attracted to such tiny females, this one fit quite nicely between his thighs.

“What are you?” he asked curiously.

She gave his chest a shove. He didn’t even blink let alone budge.

“Get off me.” Her musical voice was loaded with indignation.

“How do I know you don’t mean me harm?”

“Oh get off it. You’re a shifter. You could eat me in two bites if you were so inclined.”

He cocked his head and let his gaze travel the length of her body, lingering on the slight curves, the soft mounds under the gossamer dress she wore. His cock gave a stir of interest.

“I could. How do you taste?”

She screwed up her face into a look of distaste. “Is this your idea of flirting? No wonder you need help.” She used a burst of magical energy to push him away. He rolled to the side and she leaped to her feet, as limber and agile as a gazelle.

Maybe I’m hungry after all. Why did he consistently view this creature in terms of prey? Watching her brush grass and dried leaves from her dress, he reached over and plucked a twig from her hair. She reacted as if he’d burned her. He showed her the twig and she rewarded him with a frosty glare. He almost laughed, but was too distracted by the feel of the spun silk of her hair. He looked, but there were no more twigs to give him an excuse to touch it again.

“That was completely unnecessary,” she said tartly.

“Which part?”

“Pouncing on me the way you did.”

“You just said you knew I was a shifter. What did you expect? We’re animals. And I was in the form of a cat when I saw you. Dancing sparks, bouncing around like that, it’s like shining a flashlight in a dark room. I was only doing what came naturally.” He shrugged.

“It’s natural to give chase,” she retorted, “but not to pin me to the ground and not let me up.”

“I’m not sure what type of shifter you normally hang out with, but frankly, it would have been more natural if I’d taken a bite out of you instead of letting you go.”

She sniffed and lifted her chin. “That’s not what the handbook says.”

Matt laughed. “The handbook? There’s a handbook about shifters? Really?”

The petite being crossed her arms and thrust out her tiny, elegant chin even farther. Visions of licking his way from that chin along that neck and down to points south filled Matt’s brain. He shook his head to rid it of such crazy thoughts. He wasn’t that sex starved, was he? It hadn’t been that long since he’d last gotten laid.

“We have a handbook on practically every species of living creatures. At least, all the ones we work with.”

“We? Who’s we? What are you, anyway?” Matt leaned against the nearest tree, crossing his ankles and arms, as casual as she appeared tense.

That adorable chin lifted another notch. “I am a Cupid,” she announced.

Matt blinked. “A what?”

“A Cupid,” she repeated, clearly irritated at his lack of reaction to her announcement.

“What the hell is that?”

She cocked her head and regarded him. “You’ve never heard of Cupids?”

Matt shook his head. “I guess your little handbook didn’t mention that shifters don’t really associate much with other beings.”

She nodded slowly. “Yes, actually, it did mention that. It’s just that I assumed… I mean, I figured you would at least be aware of other beings, even if you never associated with them.”

Matt shrugged. “Nope. So what’s a Cupid? And what’s your name, anyway?” If they were going to carry on a conversation, the least they could do was make introductions.

She dipped into a curtsy that would make a seventeenth century princess proud and said, “I am Adora Adone, Cupid Level One. Pleased to meet you.”

“Adora Adone?” he repeated. “As in love and desire?” He may not know of her kind, but he knew a little about other languages.

“Yes,” she said brightly. “That is exactly how my name translates. Clever, don’t you think?”

Matt didn’t respond to her question. “I’m Matt Tigre,” he said, offering his own introduction.

“I know. You are the one I was sent to help.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You were sent to help me? I didn’t realize I needed help.”

She nodded solemnly. “Few do, when they are at the point where they require our assistance.”

“Our? There are more of you?”

Another nod, still solemn. “Oh yes. There are quite a lot of us. And despite our numbers, we stay constantly busy. Few people are successful at finding love without our interference.”

“Finding love?” Matt repeated, and then he shot up straight, staring at her as if she’d sprouted a second head. For all intents and purposes, she had.

Cupid. Little cherub with a bow and arrow. Matchmaker. He knew the legends, had always assumed they were a human’s made-up tale. It never occurred to him that the tales might actually be… real?

He backed up a step, needing to put space between himself and the crazed woman standing before him. “Wait a second. You think you’re going to–you mean–all that crap about bows and arrows and love and shit really exists?”

Her face screwed up with righteous indignation again. It was really quite an adorable look for her, despite what she claimed to be. “What a crass way to describe what I do. And for your information, we no longer use bows and arrows. Most have lousy aim, and we were forever accidentally hitting the wrong person.” She shook her head at some memory. “It’s highly difficult to undo the connection once it’s been made, accidental or otherwise.”

Matt took another step backwards. “And you think you’re going after me now?”

“You are my latest assignment,” she confirmed.

“Assignment? Who determines this assignment? And how the hell do I get unassigned?”


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