Publisher · Loose Id Release Date · December 2006 eBook ISBN · 978-1-59632-370-4 Genre · Shifter paranormal Length · Novella A Druid cursed Rupert Evanson into a half and half existence. By day, he's white stag with an enormous rack. By night, he's a man. And he has to make a woman love him by this year's Winter Solstice or he will remain trapped this way forever. When newly divorced Gillian St. Charles moves in nearby, Rupert thinks he might have found his mate. Gillian is enchanted with the white stag, who hangs out in her yard, but wary of her mysterious neighbor. Still a gorgeous naked man is a gorgeous naked man and they share hot times in her hot tub. Gill's brother wants to bag the deer with the trophy-quality rack. If Rupe can't make Gill fall in love, he might just end up venison.

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4 Stars! "Whether outside in the hot tub or in the more traditional locale, this couple boils water and burns up the sheets, making Solstice Spell an engaging romp through a magical world of curses and true love. It has a snappy, well-timed pace that never misses a stroke, with a few emotionally charged pages and a surprise twist or two that will keep you engrossed in this story from beginning to end."
—Karen Haas, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

4 Angels! "The chemistry between these two, along with the easy flow of the story made Solstice Spell an engaging tale you won't want to put down."
—Trang, Fallen Angel Reviews

5 Lips! "Solstice Spell is an endearing romantic paranormal tale with an intriguing new twist. It combines elements of magic and shape-shifting with fascinating characters. Rupert and Gillian are endearing and the reader will hope for their very best happily-ever-after. Rupert shows excellent signs of emotional maturity following the wildness of his youth, which resulted in his curse. Mechele Armstrong pens another winner in Solstice Spell."
—Frost, TwoLipsReviews.com

4.5 Stars! "Mechele Armstrong brings the reader a tale of magic, revenge, danger and lust. Rupert and Gillian must fight past mistakes in order to be together. Will Rupert earn Gillian's love before the Winter Solstice or will Rupert perish when Gillian's brother finally catches up with him? Ms. Armstrong keeps up the suspense right to the last page of this book."
—Candy, Sensual Ecataromance

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Copyright © 2006 Mechele Armstrong

Gill leaned her head back, running a hand through the warm water. Nirvana was a hot tub out under the stars. Craning her neck, she looked up. No stars yet, but soon. The sun had created a vivid canvas of pinks, yellows, and purples across the sky. Clouds ran the length of the horizon as if they were glowing, pointed swords.

It's so lovely.

Her camera crossed her mind.

Enjoy it.

A picture couldn't begin to capture all the hues gracing the sky. She'd sit back and take this one without a lens. Take pictures of the next one. A wildlife magazine had already expressed interest in the white stag pictures.

Leaves rustled in the woods over the whir of the hot tub.

She sat up a little, peering. It was probably a squirrel. No neighbors would come around, would they?

Rupe could come around. Oh, yeah, he could come anytime. In her, on her.

A flash of white peeked out from beside the tree nearest the steps to the deck.

It was the deer. She sat up straighter, trying to get a better look at it, but it remained outside her line of sight except for a brief glimpse.

The sun beamed its last ray, disappearing behind the trees. Night fell, breezes blowing lightly, shaking the barren branches. The night sounds would start soon -- katydids, crickets, bob whites. Sometimes she even heard an owl or two.

Where had her deer gone? She peered into the coming blackness, trying to catch sight of it again. In the dark, surely she should be able to see its white coat.

A movement flashed before her eyes. They strained, trying to make it out, put it in clearer focus. More motions headed for the steps as footfalls crushed the leaves.

That sounded too big to be a deer.

Her heart pounded in her chest. The robe rested on the side. All that would do was cover her. She didn't have any weapons or even a phone. Maybe this naked hot tub time wasn't such a good idea. Who could this be? It wouldn't be Evan arriving at the back of the house.

A figure appeared at the bottom of the steps. As it moved up them, she recognized who it was.

Rupert Donaldson.

Her breath swooshed out of her lungs.

He was naked.