Awaken to Pleasure. Lauren Hawkeye

       He’ll grant her one wish…. What if she wishes for him?

      When Moira Connor stumbles across a jewel-encrusted silver trinket in the desert, she plans to trade it for food. Then the brush of her fingers unleashes a surprise….

      Freed from the lamp, Boone is bound to the woman who called him with her touch. She has one day to make a wish before he disappears forever. But Moira lives in the ruins of a world destroyed by witches. She hates magic—even when it comes in the shape of a dazzlingly gorgeous djinn. Will the exquisite pleasure of Boone’s caresses be enough to earn Moira’s trust? And will Moira be able to save Boone from the malevolent creature who would possess him?

      LAUREN HAWKEYE is a writer, yoga newbie, knitting aficionado and animal lover who lives in the shadows of the great Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada. She’s older than she looks–really–and younger than she feels–most of the time–and she loves to explore the journeys that take women through life in her stories. Hawkeye’s stories include erotic historical, steamy paranormal, and hot contemporary.

      Awaken to Pleasure

      Lauren Hawkeye

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      For Suzanne Rock, without whom I could not write.

       Dear Reader,

      Thank you for picking up Awaken to Pleasure! This story is a bit of a departure from the books that I normally write, in which the creatures that go bump in the night are a secret from all of humanity. For this story, I tried to create a world in which the existence of supernaturals isn’t hidden. The result was a place where humans were no longer the dominant species—and where even in a world where witches are commonplace, there can still be surprises for the heroine.

      I hope you will enjoy Boone and Moira’s story! I love to hear from my readers, and can be contacted through my website, www.laurenhawkeye.com

      Best,

      Lauren

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Copy

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Dedication

Dear Reader

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Copyright

       Prologue

       Fifteen Years Ago

      Moira Connor remembered the fire.

      The dark sky, the ash that rained down, soft and hot, choking her with every breath until she wanted to rip open her own throat, just to get some blessed relief.

      The fire had been all consuming—the unnatural emerald and amethyst flames devouring everything in its path. Its light had all but blinded her as she cowered in the corner of what had once been an alley between buildings.

      The entire city of Jackson was being annihilated by the fire.

      But she hadn’t been blind enough to miss seeing what had been done to her parents. The witches had burned them alive, right before her eyes, and Moira hadn’t been able to save them. Hadn’t even tried, because she been so paralyzed by fear that she’d run.

      Not that she could have done anything. She knew that now, and yet it haunted her every waking moment—and sometimes the sleeping ones as well.

      It was guilt of the survivor. But she should have died with them. And the only reason she hadn’t was because of a man—a man with a pair of bright blue eyes.

      If she ever found that man, she would kill him. Moira would rather be dead, after all.

      Instead, she was still alive when, numb with grief, she and the other survivors of what the world had come to call the Great Witch War struggled to pick up the pieces of their existence, to save the last of their race. She scavenged on the streets, seeking out bits of treasure to barter for food while those who were able tried to protect their kind from the witches who would leach the energy from every last one of them.

      And now she was a prisoner in one of these shelters. Those who lived in the enclosed villages called them havens, but she knew better.

      They were prisons. Incarceration for those who had done nothing more than act on the basic human instinct to survive.

      And so Moira existed, helping those who couldn’t help themselves as a way of making amends to the parents she hadn’t helped. And all the time, she dreamed of the man who had saved her life. Over the years, her hatred for the witches slowly bled over until it focused entirely on him. Why had he let her live but not saved her parents?

      It was because of him that she was still here, trapped in the numbness of her grief.

      Because of him she could commit the most cardinal sin of the survivors—she could kill. Kill him.

      The kicker of it all?

      She wouldn’t even know him if she saw him. For all she remembered was the color of his eyes.

       Chapter One

       Present Day

      The late-afternoon sun glinted off the sand surrounding the haven village of Mavi, causing temporary blindness even as it mercilessly made sweat flow. Moira squinted against the glare, wishing that she had brought her goggles, but months of living in the cool comfort of Mavi had softened her once keen instincts for survival. While she had remembered to wear a hood to protect her tender scalp, her goggles had remained, likely buried at the bottom of the box that held all reminders of her former career as a treasure hunter.

      Well, it was her own damn fault. Her destination wasn’t far, after all, and if she hurt herself on the way, she had no pressing matters to attend to that would intrude upon her healing. Not anymore, not since she and all other humans had been forced to close themselves in the dome-covered villages that were their only protection against the dark magic that had taken over the world.

      Plus,