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
ideas— – of
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 him— – okay,
so she haddid
thrown
herself at him— – and 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—”“
“No.”
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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