Friday, 12 May 2017

Flashback Friday - Feeling Witchy?

Happy Friday, everyone! Hope you all had good weeks and have excellent weekends planned. After a manic few weeks of trips to London, building work, birthdays, and general social-ness, I'm looking forward to shutting myself away for two days and cracking on with Imperial Demons without interruptions. But before we get to that, it's time for a flashback! Multi-talented, multi-genre Jessica Coulter Smith is here with witches and werewolves!

Witch Way to Love
Love Spell #1

When Breena McCall goes to find her wayward wand, the last thing she expects to find is the man destined to be hers. Instant attraction only goes so far, especially when her chosen one acts like someone pissed in his kibble.

Wolf Shifter Cade Milcom doesn’t understand the sudden urge to bend the witch over and take her every way imaginable. She’s sassy, sarcastic, and gets on his nerves from the beginning. And yet, he finds himself answering the distress call when she gets herself into trouble.

An accidental mating and a demon bent on blackmail make for an interesting few days, but it’s nothing Breena can’t handle. Maybe. 

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Breena moved forward until she stood toe- to- toe with him. “So what are you waiting for? A written invitation? My quill is in my other dress.”
She grasped his shirt and jerked him toward her, planting her lips on his. No small feat seeing as how he towered over her by a foot. She felt his arms wrap around her and she melted against him, her plush curves pressing against all of those taut muscles. It definitely gave a girl ideasof the naughty variety.
He pulled back and chuckled. Her lips bowed down in a frown. Just what did he find so funny? Here she was, all but throwing herself at himokay, so she haddid thrown herself at himand he had the audacity to laugh? If she had her wand, she’d put cockleburs in his kibble. That would teach him to play with a witch’s affections.
“As delightful as this is, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” he said.
“Leave? But… my wand!”
“Is not here.” His tone brooked no argument, but she knew her wand was inside. Her spell wouldn’t have led her astray. Just because he didn’t know it was there , didn’t mean it wasn’t in his home somewhere. It could be hiding, even in plain sight.
“If you’d just let me in for a minute, I’m sure I could find it and be out of—
Before she could protest further, he slammed the door in her face. Her hands fisted at her sides as she stomped her foot in frustration. Of all the… Sshe’d teach him a lesson if it was the last thing she did! The least he could have done was let her ride out the storm in his house, or have given her an umbrella.
She was about to pound on the door again, demand that he let her in, when she saw something gray flying out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she caught sight of one of the gargoyles. He didn’t look very pleased with her.
“The master said to leave him alone,” the little stone creature said. “You’d best leave before you anger him.”
“What’s the worst he can do? Bite me? Scratch me? Hump my leg?” She snorted. “I’m not afraid of a stinkin’ werewolf.”

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