Love Potions

Do not pay attention to my cousins. Every family needs a couple idiots and we keep them around for entertainment.

Ya were going to turn me into a rat? Had I known that I wouldn’t have tried to turn ya into a snake.

Damn, I would give anything to see that man naked," Charlotte whispered. "How could you only say he was 'all right'?

There's nothing sweet about me, love," he said.

Her eyes widened, convinced by the size of it that his shaft was fully erect. She blinked several times. No, she was wrong. The bulge moved, growing as she watched it. "Not that I mind ya staring, love, but I've got an appointment I must keep.

Lydia had been fantasizing about him to the point she nearly drove him insane with it. It had taken four days for his energy to weaken inside her enough that he could go and visit her without fear she would throw him across the town in a gust of wind, and thus cause a scene. Although, getting run out of town after one day would be a new MacGregor record.

There ya are.” Erik grinned at her as he came bounding down the steps two at a time. He stepped around his statue of a sister as if such a thing were normal. Perhaps here it was. He paused, nodding at Malina. “Morning, banshee.” He gave a small brotherly laugh and poked his thumb toward her face. “She does kind of look like a banshee with her hair flying around like that and her mouth all open. Yeah, ma froze her good. See how her eyes don’t move?” Erik leaned closer to her and grinned as he looked into her mouth. “Ha, Euann put a mint in there.

Ly-di-ah! I sit beneath your window, laaaass, singing ’cause I loooove your a—” “For the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet. There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside,” Charlotte interrupted the flow of music in ill-humor.

A stóirín, ya are a handful of trouble, but I kind of like it.

He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, “And that was just my hand, love.

He’s not wearing…” Charlotte began. “I know. He doesn’t,” Lydia answered.

Am I on your walk of shame? You did sleep with the right MacGregor, didn’t you?

Any woman would have to be dead not to be attracted to the walking mass of sexy that was Erik MacGregor.

For your next act, please don't pull any rabbits out of my... well, hat." .... He licked playfully at her mouth. "And ya can't call my manhood 'rabbit'. At least give it a manly name I can brag about.

Emotions like these didn't happen to regular, everyday people. They couldn't or else the entire world would be fornicating all the time.

My energies have been drained. Masturbating too much will do that.

She didn't even want to think of how hellish it would be if all the MacGregors made her feel like this one did, all hot and shaky. She'd have to move to the Arctic Circle before the month was out just to cool off.

If Scotsmen don't wear anything under their kilts and they ride a horse, do you think they chafe their manbits?

You’re right.” Lydia sighed and closed her eyes. “If you hadn’t of come, I wouldn’t have had the ability to detect what he truly was until it was too late. Your magick saved my life.” “Lydia, ya are my life,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “All I want is to protect ya, forever.

I have never heard anyone refer to any of my brothers as a nice guy... I’m going to assume you really meant he’s a pain in the arse but you like him anyway against your better judgment. - Malina MacGregor

She’d just seen her dead grandmother and had a lovesick warlock on her lawn. The last thing she needed was to worry about extraterrestrial probing.