A Witch in the Old West-Jinx 2 by Gem Sivad

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Blood Stoned

Jinx 2, Maggie Jenks, Witch of the Old West

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     1887. Maggie Jenks, is a natural healer. She lays-hands on the sick, tends the wounded, and brings the almost dead back to life. Then she moves on. That’s what usually happens anyway. When Maggie arrives in Willow Springs, New Mexico Territory, she’s greeted with enough ill-health to keep her feet planted for a long visit, and enough magic in the air to make her want to stay.
After a strange malady sweeps down from the railroad tunnel in Raton Pass, leaving bloodless carcasses littering the ground and town citizens lingering in half-death, it will take Maggie, her shifter mate, Hunter, and an amulet infused with harvested magic, to save the living from the walking undead.


Hunter wrapped his arms around me, carrying me with him as he Beautiful young witch casting a spellrolled onto his back. I ended up draped over his body, a position not without merit.

I might as well have been naked since my chemise didn’t offer much cover. He was naked. I stared into Hunter’s human face as his arousal pressed against my belly. He held my gaze and put his hand on my rump, urging me higher to cradle the erection between my thighs.

“Don’t you ever talk?” I grumbled.

“Not well.” He slid his other hand up my back to pull my head down closer to his. “Do you need words?”

He was a big man. Though I lay plastered on top of his body, he could easily overpower me and take what he obviously wanted. A beast might. I stared into his eyes, trying to judge who controlled Hunter at the moment.

“Beautiful,” he said gruffly. His forehead furrowed as he evidently struggled to find more words to give me.

A knot of tears rose from the vicinity of my heart, clogging my throat and wetting my eyes. He might not know many words, but the one he’d chosen to give me made me melt for him.

“You are beautiful too,” I whispered and leaned into him, framing his face with my hands as I brushed my mouth across his.

 I thought of a hundred more words to describe him but his tongue brushed the seam of my lips, and after I opened to him, I had little breath to spare or desire for talk.

His hands slid under my top, drawing the material upward. When he paused to cup my breasts, teasing the already hardened nipples with his thumbs, I moaned, the sound welling up from deep inside of me.  I whimpered in protest when Hunter interrupted our kiss, pulling the wet chemise over my head.

But then it was better. We were skin-to-skin, nipple to nipple, mouths fused. I breathed in Hunter, and sat up, wanting more. My legs were spread wide when I set a knee on either side and I straddled him.

His hands petted my hips for a moment, his touch gentle, almost reverent. I didn’t want gentle or reverent. It had been some time since I’d experienced the pleasure of coupling and I lifted higher, eagerly rubbing the head of his shaft in the wet heat between my legs.  

I fitted him to my slick channel and then paused. He growled, but it was a very manly sound. I had a grin on my lips when I began lowering myself, planning to enjoy his hard length one lovely inch at a time. Hunter’s big frame bowed beneath me; he arched his back, pressing upward, and when he sheathed himself fully in one thrust, I came. And came. And came some more.

When my eyes uncrossed and I could again manage speech, I patted his shoulder and praised him.

“Nice.” Insipid though my description, it was the only word I could form as I slumped over him.

“Now mine,” he said gruffly. His gaze locked on me as he flipped us over, cradled my rump, shoved my wet chemise under by back, and began thrusting.  

I held on, wrapped my legs around his waist, and enjoyed a different kind of ride. He pounded into me, stopping only once to raise his head and demand, “Your name. Say your name.”

“Maggie Jenks,” I whispered, hoping he hadn’t forgotten who I was already.

Blood Stoned Available Here: Amazon


About Gem

Author of contemporary women's fiction, paranormal urban fantasy, and historical western romance. Hermit by choice.
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19 Responses to A Witch in the Old West-Jinx 2 by Gem Sivad

  1. Clare O'Beara says:


  2. Lori Meehan says:

    Sounds good!

  3. Inez Lucas says:

    Love your books,just finished Wolf’s Tender, so good.

    • Gem says:

      Wow, Inez. Music to my ears. Thank you for sharing your Wolf’s Tender love. I’m partial to Charlie Wolf and Naomi too. 🙂

  4. connie blair says:

    what can i say as always your books are hot hot hot!!!!!!

  5. Peggy says:

    This will definitely be the next book I read.

  6. Deb Daniel says:

    This sounds very good!

  7. Jana says:

    The cover is very pretty. Thanks.

  8. Can’t wait to read this! Loved the first one and the chapters you shared, gotta see what you have in store next 🙂

    • Gem says:

      Michelle, I am so pleased that you enjoyed Cat Nip. When you finish Blood Stoned let me know what you think. I’ve created a transition point in this book to lead to my contemporary Bitter Creek Holler series. I’m really excited. Thanks so much for your support.

  9. Maggie Joanisse says:

    Would love to read them

    • Gem says:

      Hi Maggie. Since you share a name with my heroine, I hope you’ll read and find out if you like Hunter’s “Maggie Mine.” 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.

  10. Gem says:

    Thanks everyone. Hope you all get a chance to check out Maggie and Hunter in Blood Stoned.And the winner of my give-away copy is:


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