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Stormy Surrender

Santa's Lap

Santa's Xmas

Santa's Toys

Touch of the Werewolf

Lover Unleashed

Desperate Hearts

Must Be Magic

Eternal Passion


Under A Werewolf Moon

Jule Reigh and the
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Jingle's Belle


Dreamscaper's Desire

Gillian's Island

The Wizard's Staff


Taffy's Man

Dina's Double Delight

Spellfire Hextasy
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The Wolf Man's Legacy

Lust in the Dust

Sweet to Sensual


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Enchanted Rogues

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FAR Rec Read!

"Lani Aames has penned a new and refreshing twist on pixies and faeries by waging a war between the two. Must Be Magic is a definite must read..." ** "Enchanted Rogues is a delightful anthology filled to the brim with mischief and mayhem, hot love scenes and romantic endings. And let’s not forget magic! The stories had me captivated, each and every one of them... Although it was centered around St. Patrick’s Day, this is one anthology that can be savored year round."
— Jennifer M for Fallen Angel Reviews

5 Cupids! "Myghal is a heart-stopper -- he is caring, compassionate, and sensual. Despite all that he has to contend with he gives Kerry the choice to be with him and accept him and his life. Kerry is like most women -- she is a hard worker trying to establish a successful business at the expense of her personal life. Unlike the other stories in this anthology this story does not have comic elements -- it is a love story with an interesting plot. You cannot help but enjoy the characters and their quick to spark relationship. The erotic scenes are sensual and have a wonderful little surprise when the two make love."
—Marina for Cupid's Library Reviews

5 Blue Ribbons!"Lani Aames takes us to a magical new world filled with Fairies and Pixies, where will we take a journey of the heart." ** "Enchanted Rogues takes us on one adventure after another. You will meet many amazing people whose lives are touched by the magic of St. Patrick’s Day. This is one book you will want to revisit no matter what time of year it is."
—Janean Sparks for Romance Junkies

5 Cups! "All three stories in this anthology will leave any reader gasping for more and wondering when her Prince Charming will come along to sweep her off her feet. I found all of these stories exhilarating, awe inspiring and just plain downright sensual. These rogues may be enchanted, but for me, they were all delightful."
— Sheryl for Coffeetime Romance

4 Stars! "...story that touched a magical element in my feelings for the characters. Kerry has to battle a few of her inner-demons to help Myghal and crosses a mental bridge that she wouldn’t have been able to without his love. This realistic approach to inner demons endeared me to Kerry, making me feel she has great substance. ... I look forward to reading more work by this talented author."
— Francesca Hayne for JERR

4 Stars! "MUST BE MAGIC is such a charming and fun story. I loved Myghal, Kerry, and the whole cast of characters. The story is vivid and the dialog is engaging and entertaining."
—Susan Biliter for eCataRomance

4 Roses! "Must be Magic is a charming addition to the Enchanted Rogues anthology. The well-written fantasy will have readers captivated from the first word to the last. Aames’ luscious fable is this reviewer’s favorite of the collection of erotic tales."
—Rho for A Romance Review

Three times as satisfied! "Ireland is full of legends, myths and fables of fairies, pixies and dozens of others. All of them come alive in this well-written anthology. Read it anytime, not just for Saint Paddy's. You'll be craving a four-leaf clover and a pint of ale in no time. But unlike the ale, Enchanted Rogues won't add any calories to your diet and you'll be three times as satisfied."
—Marissa for Novelspot

Filled with erotic action! "Each of the three stories within Enchanted Rogues is imaginative and filled with erotic action. The authors’ contribution’s to this anthology was in keeping with the title as the male leads were definitely 'Enchanted Rogues'. They were able to sweep their heroines off their feet and transport them to another realm where they will live happily ever after! Enchanted Rogues will catapult the reader into a world where faeries, leprechauns and pixies exist, and where love is still the most powerful magic of all."
—Susan Tam for The Road To Romance

Irish carnal delights! "Let three of Ellora’s Caves’ authors bring some Irish carnal delights with this delightful anthology, filled with lust-filled passion that will make any reader sigh with the desire to feel those Enchanted Rogues just once! From horny Leprechauns to pixie magic, these three premier authors deliver a wild Irish ride in the game of love! ... This anthology is a wonderful way to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. This reviewer is highly recommending this great anthology to those who enjoy a little Irish magic with their stories and who knows -- maybe a little Irish magic will rub on to you this St. Patrick’s day!"
—Dawn for Love Romances

8.47 Gargoyles! (out of 9)"Must Be Magic is heartwarmingly sweet. Aames pens a sensual and erotic fantasy, bringing life to old fairytales. Myghal is the prince everyone woman dreams of; Kerry's innocence and kindness makes you long for her to have a happy ending. What makes this story even more enchanting is the realization of what Pixie Dust really is. *grins* I'm not telling, you'll have to read it for yourself. ** "Enchanted Rogues is another wonderful, unforgettable themed anthology from the award-winning Ellora's Cave. It combines great stories and gifted authors. Not to be missed."
—Safiya Tremayne for In The Library Reviews

Scorching fantasies! "Aames' 'Must Be Magic' is highly entertaining, with a pixie king who uses spelled crystals to find his ladylove. Kerry doesn't have time for a man, but Prince Myghal is more than a man--he's her other half. Once they become intimate, Kerry wonders how long it will be before Myghal moves on. The addition of trolls, gnomes and levitation while making love makes this last tale a keeper."
—Faith V. Smith for Romantic Times

Must Be Magic

by Lani Aames

Prince Myghal must marry by the next equinox to save his princedom. He pursues Kerry O'Neill and has only three days to convince her they are meant to be together. Kerry falls hard for the handsome stranger, and when she faces her worst fears to save Myghal from his enemies, she realizes their incredible connection must be magic.

A fairy tale fantasy romance novella, approx. 27,000 words or 90 pages.

Published by Silver Heart Books

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Excerpt from Must Be Magic
Copyright © Lanette Curington / Lani Aames
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction.

Kerry O’Neill bumped into the Leprechaun when she turned around from hanging the sign announcing the latest sale. He caught her before she fell, his strong hands on her shoulders, and she clutched his arms to regain her balance. Her eyes swept over him. She’d seen any number of Leprechaun costumes since the first of March, but this one was the worst yet. Aside from his eyes, which were the color of tender spring shoots flecked with gold, he wasn’t wearing a speck of green.

He wore brown leather half-boots, tan leggings, and a maroon tunic laced over a billowy sleeved shirt cinched in with a brown belt. His long ash-blond hair fell in thick waves below his shoulders, random strands in tiny braids decorated with beads and feathers. He reminded Kerry of the elf in the Lord of the Rings movies…except that his rugged face, height, and breadth were more than any elf could ever hope for.

“Are you all right?” He spoke with a slight English accent in a deep, resonant baritone.

“Fine, thanks.” Kerry found her balance, removed her hands, and backed away, shrugging off his hands. There was something achingly familiar about his touch, as if she belonged in his arms and he belonged in hers. But she was certain she’d never seen him before in her life.

“You’re at the wrong place,” she told him, kneeling to replace the hammer in her tool box. “The Leprechaun costume contest is across the street at Sir Plantsalot.”

His gaze followed hers to the medieval themed garden nursery on the other side of the thoroughfare. The false front was shaped and painted like a castle complete with a turret at each end. The enter and exit driveways were drawbridges over the drainage ditch “moat”. Strands of colorful pennants ran from the tops of the turrets to the ground. Larger pennants fluttered in the breeze from poles in the cone-shaped tower roofs.

“I’m not a—” he began.

Kerry slammed the tool box shut, drowning out whatever he was saying. She didn’t care what he was or wasn’t. “They stole my idea. Somehow, they caught wind of the Leprechaun costume contest I was planning for St. Patrick’s Day, and they stole it.”

Kerry picked up the tool box and brushed past him, once again all too aware of his physical presence. She couldn’t understand her reaction, why her body was responding to him as if they were lovers.

Shaking her head, she pushed through the gate that led to the lawn and garden ornaments. The tool shed was in the back. When she reached it, she opened the door, but the darkness within was like a black abyss just waiting to swallow her up and crush her. She flipped the switch a couple of times, but no flare of light filled the small shed. The damn bulb had blown again. Sweat broke out on her upper lip, and she set the tool box just inside the threshold, pushing it farther in with her foot. Shutting the door, she turned around—only to collide with the Leprechaun again.

Once more she found herself in his embrace, and her body immediately switched from unnatural fear to natural arousal. Her heart raced and blood pounded through her. She didn’t know why she was having such a disturbing physical reaction to him. Her hormones didn’t normally go off the chart over every good-looking man she encountered.

Maybe because it had been too long since she’d been with a man, but she didn’t have time to deal with it. Ever since Sir Plantsalot moved in across the street six months ago, with its extravagant display and double the space of her own nursery, she’d been concentrating on trying to keep her business afloat. She extricated herself from his arms.

“I told you, the contest is over there.” She backed away from him with a toss of her head, then looked him up and down again. “Tell you the truth, I don’t think you have a very good chance of winning. You don’t look like a Leprechaun. You’re not wearing green.”

“But I’m not—”

Kerry didn’t wait to hear his response. She strode off toward the greenhouse. She had too much work to do without getting involved with a badly dressed Leprechaun…no matter how attracted to him she was.


* * * * *

“…a Leprechaun,” Myghal finished to empty air.

He frowned as he watched her hurry down the path toward the transparent building filled with all kinds of plants. He’d never considered that his heart mate could possibly be in the Other Realm, the dimension where humans lived. It had been a long time since he walked among humans. Their world was too noisy and flashy, their air too dirty. They were always rushing, yet seemed to accomplish little.

And how was he supposed to carry a human woman back into Pixieland in the Faerie Realm when he was out of dust and wasn’t sure he could get back himself?

He found his gaze drawn to the way her hips swayed in the tight blue leggings she wore. No, they were called jeans, he suddenly remembered. He liked everything about her, from her red-gold hair to her crystal blue eyes to the sprinkling of freckles across her upturned nose. Twice, she had slammed into him, and twice, her generous breasts had pressed against his chest. He’d seen her nipples tighten under the form-fitting blouse she wore—T-shirt, it was called.

A dull ache began in his balls as his cock responded to…her. He didn’t even know her name.

She didn’t seem to want anything to do with him, and that went against what the dust was supposed to do. His heart mate was supposed to instantly recognize him as her mate, as well. But she seemed to have other things on her mind. Like the contest across the street.

She disappeared through the door, and Myghal’s gaze drifted over the statuary inside the fence. An army of garden gnomes—from small ones only as tall as a handspan to two in the back that were about the right size for Gnomes—was spread out over most of the area, along with bird baths, small benches, and flower pots. Too bad the Gnomes weren’t real.

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