||Magic Man - Available Now from
Wild Rose Press, Scarlet Rose, in both Ebook and Paperback. |
Previously nominated for
both a TRS CAPA Award and Ecataromance Reviewers' Choice Award...
A future world, devastated by a deadly virus…a dangerous
attraction that defies the laws of segregation.
In the forbidden zone of Edinburgh’s old town, Catriona
Whithorn, a privileged lawyer escaping her dull life and a
depressing divorce, becomes Cat, a blues singer in a
sleazy bar. When she encounters Magic, a mysterious and
sexy street magician, Catriona is drawn deeper into his
world, where living for the moment leads to uninhibited
pleasure--and a deadly struggle for freedom. For nothing
is as it seems.
No stranger to illusion, Magic’s carefree exterior hides a man
ruthless enough to do whatever it takes to protect the only family he knows—the people of
the old town. When Cat enlists his help to find her missing ex-husband, Magic
takes her into his care and into his bed. But he isn't fool enough to believe
she wants more than a rough tumble and won't soon return to the comfort and
security of the safe zone.
Yet as they uncover layers of abuse, corruption and an undeniable conspiracy of
oppression--with Cat's own family at its core--she and Magic must face
impossible choices that threaten to divide them forever.
"Marie’s voyage into the world of espionage and betrayal has an excitement all
its own. The characters are very well crafted. I could easily see them in my
mind’s eye and wished to travel with Cat..." - Kersyn, Bitten By Books.
"This is a story you want to read slowly and savour every word... a story
that will engage all your senses... The romance between Cat and Magic
is...well...magical! It simmers and slowly comes to a boil. The love scenes
between these two are explosive and highly erotic... Magic is a man that
many readers will fall in love with..." - 4 Hearts, Valerie, Love Romances
"The Magician is mysterious and oh so sexy... I found myself
drawn deeply into Cat and Magic’s tale and didn’t want it to end. The
love scenes, including the hot and heavy dance they share, were highly
erotic and extremely sensual leaving this reader breathless and wanting
more. There are several secondary characters and each adds more
definition and depth to an already engrossing story. The many
characters Cat encounters in Old Town are unique and interesting and I
hope that Ms. Treanor has plans to go back to visit Old Town in the
future. I would love to know what happens with Dot, the Hacker, the
Pianist, Clown and so many others.
won’t be able to put this one down until you’ve read every word. Ms. Treanor has truly created magic with this amazing love story." -
Red Roses, Robin, My Book Cravings
"truly a fascinating love story filled with laughter, passion, and intrigue. The concept of a virus spreading to an epidemic and the pharmaceutical companies gaining control of the country was intriguing and almost frightening when you think it might be able to happen. The characters are colorful, each with their own story of survival... Magic is a man of many talents...
Men and women both desired to be his friend and lover... He steals the heart of this reader. It is easy to see why Catriona falls so hard for him. The sex scenes are explicitly described in delicious details that are steamy and creative... " -
5 hearts, Anita, The Romance Studio
"a scintillating story about the magic of romance and discovering love in the most unlikely place. Catriona and the Magician steamed up the pages with their sexy and explicit relationship that at times I had to stop reading just to calm myself down. All the characters...just seemed to suit the story, even the baddies and the storyline just seemed to flow from start to finish. Marie Treanor has written a book that has characters you will fall in love with and those that you just love to hate but all in all one of overcoming obstacles to achieve exactly what you want from life." - 4 stars, Sheryl, eCataromance
"...I really enjoyed this one. Cat is a very sympathetic and likeable character. Old Town Magic is mysterious and sexy and when The Magician and Cat get together, it is even better. The supporting characters are very colorful and add a lot to the story. The story is filled with action and suspense, as well as some sizzling hot love scenes." - 4 cups, Maura, Coffee Time Romance
"Magic was such a hot male character, that I am a little envious of Catriona. This is a really good read. Buy it." - 5 magic wands, Night Owl, Enchanted Ramblings
After a moment, very conscious of his
warm hand at her waist, she lifted her gaze from the mesmerizing shadows
to the Magician’s face.
“You don’t say much, do you?” she challenged. At last he smiled, the
sort of smile he had given her with the flowers in the High Street.
Again, it caught at her breath, played havoc with the tingles in her
“Well, you don’t say much yourself. Or at least not to me.”
“What would you like me to say?”
“That I’m the handsomest, sexiest man you’ve ever met. And the best
magician you’ve ever seen.”
Her surprised laughter was breathless. “All right. You’re the
handsomest, sexiest man I’ve ever met, and the best magician.”
“That’s the stuff,” he approved. “For what it’s worth, you’re the
loveliest, most intriguing woman I’ve ever seen, and one day I hope
you’ll mean what you say.”
She had no idea if either of them meant what they were saying. Worse,
she didn’t care. The music was sweet, she was Cat, who could move people
with her songs, and something strong and probably wicked was attracting
her powerfully to the young man holding her.
She tilted her head so that her hair swung back from her flushed cheeks.
One day I hope you’ll mean what you say. “What makes you think I
There was an infinitesimal pause, in which she realized she had actually
surprised him. Though his face gave nothing away, it had lost its
faintly teasing expression.
Then he smiled. “Innate modesty. But it’s not inexhaustible, so don’t
As if to explain himself, his arm slid farther round her waist, drawing
her closer. Quite naturally, Catriona lifted her free hand to his broad
shoulder. Now she could feel the warmth off his body. The open coat had
flopped to either side of her, and within it lurked a very tempting
prospect—hard and lean and fit.
His thumb stroked her hand, brushing the soft, sensitive skin between
her thumb and forefinger, sending unexpected little shivers up her arm
and down her body, straight to her pussy. Oh, dear. How long since she
had been this close to a man?
“Like your dress.” For some reason, his voice calmed her panic, even
while his breath on her ear aroused a different disturbance. Subtly, he
caressed her naked back. “Where did you get it?”
“Oh, it’s just some old thing I found at the back of my wardrobe.”
His body vibrated with silent laughter, and Catriona, who realized to
late that here in the Old Town such a remark was always a joke, tilted
back her head again to search his face for genuine amusement. The
movement brought her breasts in contact with his chest, forcing her to
acknowledge the tightness of her nipples and their growing hardness.
He must have felt it through the thin shirt he wore, but he just smiled
at her and she felt no shame at her arousal. Her body, still going its
own way, swayed nearer him without quite touching below the waist. Then
she swung her hips provocatively, this time just brushing against him.
With a delicious shock of excitement, she felt the ridge of his cock,
already huge and hard in the frayed jeans he wore, and knew a strange
triumph that she could arouse him so.
Emboldened, she slid her hand from his shoulder up around his neck,
swaying into him. His breath caught and quickened, and she smiled into
his neck, inhaling the warm, clean smell of his skin, free of all the
after-shaves and body sprays that were the fashion in her own world.
As if he sensed the smile, his hand swept down her back, dragging her
into him, making her gasp as their hips fitted together. Their height
difference didn’t matter. His rock-hard erection throbbed into her
abdomen, the sensuous movement of his thighs and hips grinding against
her crotch, blatantly arousing.
And God, she was aroused. Between her legs, she was already hot and
damp. Clamped onto him, her hips followed his in perfect rhythm without
need of the guiding hand caressing her back, slipping lower across her
buttocks. She felt as intimate as if they were making love. For the
second time this evening.
Breathless laughter caught in her throat. The heat of his thrusting
crotch, the touch of his warm chest against her breasts, was
unbelievably sexy. Her mouth went dry with a desire stronger than any
she had felt in years, and it was getting worse. Dancing like this was
torture and delight, pain and pleasure, but my God, the pleasure was
winning. And with just a little more contact, a little more help, she
would come all on her own.
As if he heard the thought, he shifted his leg, bending his knee so that
the top of his thigh just touched the hot tenderness of her clitoris.
The silk of her dress, the cotton of her underwear between them didn’t
seem to matter.
Involuntarily, her fingers tangled in the soft hair at the back of his
head, gripping. His head lowered toward her, his breath tickling her ear
as he said low, “I see we both like to dance...”
And something else. His tongue surely, flickered across her lobe, making
“Dancing.” She bit her lip to smother her moan as his thigh rocked
against her clit again. “Is that what we’re doing?”
His hand released hers, coming to rest instead with its partner on her
buttocks, kneading her into his hard cock.
“You say,” the Magician said softly.
Another flood of moisture released to drench her knickers. Convulsively,
her freed hand reached up around his neck. Her breasts were crushed into
his chest, so that his every movement sent delicious sparks shooting
through them from her stiff, over-sensitive nipples right down her body
to the wild center of heat below. Just above her pubic bone, she could
feel the hard outline of his erection almost as clearly as if they’d
His face hovered closer to hers. She was held by his eyes, hot now and
cloudy with desire, surely mirroring her own.