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Read on for an exclusive excerpt from Knotty Magic...

All’s fair in love and war...until voyeuristic nature spirits break out the Spanish Fly.

Two things routinely drive professional axe man, Huck McKenzie, to drink—tree-huggers and Tully Eastwood. The woman might be a walking wet dream, but she’s also the biggest pain in Huck’s backside. 

And right now she's dead-set on bringing his current logging operation to a grinding halt because of some supposedly magical tree.

  

Between a tree and a hard place.

Tully has been up against some blockhead men in her days, but Huck pushes her buttons like no other. Unfortunately, those gorgeous muscles and adorable dimples of his also make her long to rip off his flannel-covered buttons and get down to some frisky business with the sexy and infuriating man.

Hormones be damned, she won’t succumb to her attraction for Huck—until she finds herself trapped overnight with him in the woods.

Barking up the wrong tree can have sinful consequences.

When a full moon and an enchanted forest spin their wicked spell on Huck and Tully, resistance drops faster than their clothes. The hot passion that flares between them is enough to make a garden gnome blush. Giving into lust is one thing. Can two stubborn hearts take a chance on love? It’ll take a whole lotta knotty magic to pull off this miracle...

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Huck snapped the brittle end of a loose bramble beneath his boot heel and swept the offender aside, ensuring a thorn-free passage for Tully. Four additional steps, and the epicenter of the forest sat directly in front of them. Slamming to an abrupt halt, he stared at the massive oak holding center court. Back-dropped by the mysterious wall of light, the tree’s russet leaves gleamed brighter than newly minted pennies.

Tully stalled next to him, her mouth going slack. “Have you ever seen anything remotely like that?”

“No.” The entire clearing practically vibrated with the overwhelming life-force the tree emitted. The power of it shimmered across his skin, raising the hair on his forearms.

Tully inched forward and he snagged her wrist. She glanced at him questioningly.

“Don’t go near it until we figure out what’s going on. Why it’s doing that.”

“It’s not dangerous, Huck.”

“We don’t know that.”

“I do.” She returned his narrow look with a sigh. “Yes, one more thing you won’t believe. Apparently I’m going for the world record today. But just like you wanted me to trust you about finding us a way out of here, I need you to take my word on this. Okay?”

Gusting a resigned exhalation, he loosened his grip on her. “Fine. But you’re letting me assess the situation first. Got it?”

“Deal.”

Ninety-nine percent certain he was about to commit the biggest asinine move of his life, he released Tully and cautiously approached the oak. When he was within eight or so feet of the behemoth, the cluster of ostrich ferns directly adjacent to the tree began shaking wildly. Alarm bells mentally clanging, he backed up, pulling Tully behind him.

A pair of rabbits bounded from the shuddering vegetation. Relaxing his guard, he expelled the breath caged in his chest.

“See, I told you there was nothing to worry about.” Breaking free of his hold, Tully stepped beside him. “Just a couple of bunnies out for an evening...” The remainder of her observation petered off as the fluffy creatures stopped smack dab in front of them and began furiously humping like, well, rabbits.

Completely disinterested in him and Tully, Thumper and Pumper carried on with their business for what he swore had to be close to five minutes. He debated checking his watch to verify, but then he’d have to admit he’d just spent five minutes watching horny, fornicating rabbits. Which there was no way in hell he was doing.

Finally the love-bunnies scampered off. Presumably to indulge in a cigarette after that pork-fest. Tully glanced up at him. “Well, that was awkward.”

“I feel like they should have at least had some Marvin Gaye playing.”

Giggling, she crossed to the tree. Diverting his thoughts from the rabbits, he rushed to catch up with her. “Damn it, I told you to wait until I checked it out.”

“You’re fretting again.” Ignoring his glower, she leaned against the tree, pressing her cheek to its bark.

“Do you have zero sense of self-preservation?” Obviously she did. Her guardian angel probably worked overtime and needed a damn vacation.

“Relax, it’s not going to harm me.”

“Says the woman voted most likely to waltz with a grizzly.”

“Nah. Everyone knows pandas have better dance moves.” Sighing blissfully, she stretched her arms as far as they’d reach around the oak.

He cleared his throat. “Remember the awkwardness with the rabbits?”

She eyed him inquisitively. “Yeah.”

“This is worse.”

She stomped her foot. “Stop being a stick in the mud and join me.”

“I’m not hugging that damn tree.”

“It’ll make you feel better,” she prodded in a singsong voice.

Yeah, right. If the guys from work caught wind that he’d been spooning a tree there’d be no living with them. “I highly doubt it.”

“That’s your problem right there, Mr. I-don’t-approve-of-hugging-trees-or-dancing-with-bears.” Releasing her grip on the bark, she twirled to face him. Twining her arms over her head, she performed an intriguing shimmy against the oak. “Sometimes you’ve got to let loose and live in the moment.”

It took herculean willpower, but he managed to tear his focus from her jiggling breasts. “Sweetheart, you’re acting weird...er than usual. Maybe we should get you away from that tree.”

“Nope.”

“Tully—” He broke off with a grunt when she grabbed his hand and tugged him to her. Without preamble, she ripped his shirt open and licked his nipple. Holy hell. He swallowed hard, the teasing flicker of her tongue making it damn near impossible to focus. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Not you.” She tiptoed her fingers down his belly and stroked him through his fly. “And that’s really, really bumming me out.”

He would have chuckled, but the tantalizing caress of her fingers owned his complete and absorbed attention. Groaning, he cupped her nape in an attempt to coax her mouth to meet his. She glanced up at him, her hand slipping free. Gaze fixed to the sweet invitation of her lips, he lowered his head. Before he could claim his prize, she pushed him back against the oak’s trunk. Devilish determination sparkling in her eyes, she slowly crouched in front of him.

His mouth dry, he watched as she unzipped his pants and kissed his swollen shaft through his Jockeys. Goddamn.