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Category:
Romance
Publisher: Indie Published
Type: Fiction
Pages: 57
Copyright: April 1, 2020
Price: $1.49 (eBook)
Love spells are dangerous, even more so for those who cast them…
[**New edition, complete with a new scene!]
Love spells are dangerous, even more so for those who cast them…
Ethan Hamilton moves to a lazy little town in Oregon, hoping to escape his demons. Instead, he discovers a woman dancing nude in the moonlight. This woman who claims she is a witch dazzles him with her sensual presence. He thinks she’s crazy, but what if she’s not?
Jessie Anderson has been taught that her kind hides who they really are. And she has a problem on her hands. Someone knows her secret and she must do all she can to protect herself. What other choice does she have? Jessie casts a spell on a good man, a man with whom she can’t fight her attraction. The spell doesn’t work quite as planned.
Messing with free will is always a bad idea.
To top it off, Ethan’s treatment of her is so addictive. Deep down, she knows the effects will wear off, and yet his feelings seem genuine. It’s just a spell…right?
Excerpt
Her gaze was wild, panicked, reminding him of a wounded animal that wasn’t sure of what danger it might be facing. When her eyes met his, the breath escaped him just as she gasped. Dear God, she was lovely. From what he could tell, she was about five foot four and perfect. He could not mistake the pull he felt, the way he was drawn to her sensuous mystery. Instead of covering herself, she crept closer to the fire and before he knew it, she produced a knife.
Her voice called out, startling him. “Strong gusts of sweet Nature's Life, soft scented stillness to calm all strife, Blow for me, breathe for me, sweeping all evil away. Blow for me, breathe for me, in dark winter night or bright summer day.”
He didn’t understand her words at all, but he couldn’t look away.
Then her eyes traveled back to his. “What do you want?” she hissed.
The contrast between her ferocity and the carefree, joyous way she’d been dancing made him want to laugh. He shook his head. “What are you doing with that? You could hurt someone.”
“It’s an athame.” She narrowed her eyes at him.
He frowned. He doubted she knew how to wield the weapon. But it wouldn’t be smart to underestimate her. His job had taught him to be prepared for anything. “Now, wait just a minute, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.” He took one step out of the line of trees, then stopped.
“Oh?”
“I just came to make sure no one’s trying to start a fire out here.”
She frowned. “Are you a ranger?”
“Hardly.” He sighed. “I used to be a cop.”
Her eyes wavered over his face, and then gave a swift perusal of the rest of his body. He had never been more aware of his masculinity, dressed in simple jeans, a tee shirt and a jacket.
“I don’t recognize you. Are you a tourist?”
He shook his head. “No. I just moved here a few days ago.”
“Oh.”
“What are you doing out here anyway?” He struggled not to be distracted by her nudity, however appealing it was.
“Nothing. A spell.”
“A spell?” His eyes flew to the black cauldron. He remembered the strange chanting he’d heard before. “You’re practicing witchcraft? That’s a new one.”
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